“Inside.”
“Tell her I need to speak with her.”
“You can tell her yourself.”
She brushed past me.
Sarah was standing in the living room.
“Jenna.”
Her daughter folded her arms.
“So this is where you’ve been hiding.”
“I’m not hiding.”
“Really? Because you haven’t answered my calls, and now you’re living with my ex-boyfriend.”
Sarah’s chin lifted.
“I’m staying somewhere safe while I deal with the situation you created.”
Jenna turned toward me.
“And you. You couldn’t stay out of it, could you?”
I raised my eyebrows.
“I’m sorry. Was I supposed to leave her in the rain?”
“You’ve always enjoyed looking like the good guy.”
“It’s a terrible habit. I’m working on it.”
“Stop making jokes!”
“Stop giving me material.”
Sarah stepped between us.
“Enough. I won’t have you speaking to Mark like that in his own home.”
Jenna stared at her mother as though she had slapped her.
