Livestreaming My cheating Hockey star fiancé
“That didn’t answer my question.”
Ryan leaned toward Dad. “How long before she threatens him?”
“Twenty seconds,” Dad replied.
Missy crossed her arms. “Nothing happened. I went to classes, finished my project, bought groceries, and came home.”
“Did you drive?”
“No. I walked.”
“Alone?”
Her green eyes narrowed.
Ryan checked an imaginary watch. “Fourteen seconds.”
“Chase,” Missy said slowly, “I am twenty-two.”
“I know how old you are.”
“Then stop questioning me like I’m twelve.”