““Finally, after a tense moment, he stepped back and grabbed his beer. “Fine. I was finished with her anyway.” His eyes flickered over my shoulder to Shelly. I tensed, because if I was reading Duke right, then an insult was on the tip of his tongue, and not a clever one either. One of the obscene variety. And if he said it, then I was going to have to punch him. What? Why? Why do you have to punch him? Because. Not a good reason. You’d do it for anyone. No. I’m not sure that isstrictly true. For Shelly. You are out of your damn mind. She’s not yours, you’renot hers. Maybe . . . she could be? Again, out of your damn mind.””
