"I owe you shit and my facial expressions are my own. You want a smile? Put one on your wife's face." I exerted more pressure on his wrist, approaching the fine line between painful and broken. "Leave before I rethink my charitable public service and demonstrate how bad this bitch can be. Your call."

"I'll go home."

"Wise choice." I patted his head. "And smile. You're a pretty boy, sugarbaby."

Autumn Kelly, the redhead wearing her weight in flowy scarves, barely ...