Bringing Home the Bad Boy (Second Chance #1)(103)

His beautiful mouth formed one word. “Out.”

The word was like a stab to the chest. She blinked at his shadowed profile. Awful.

Belatedly, she considered she’d made a big mistake trusting her first time, her body, and her feelings to Donny Pate.

He faced her, his gray eyes cold, his face placid. His voice rose, echoing off the interior of the Jeep. “Scampi, get the hell out!”

Instinctively, she reacted, some primal urge lifting her hand before she knew what was happening. Then Sofie delivered the only physical blow she’d ever given another living being. The slap cracked across Donny’s angled jaw, turning his head to one side. Appalled by her actions, she widened her eyes as that same hand lifted to her lips.

Through the strands of black hair covering his face, his silver-blue eyes glowed with anger. Before she could get an apology out, his upper lip curled. In a steely voice, he snarled, “Get. The. Fuck. Out.”

This time she obeyed, feeling a combination of guilt and shame over a combination of things—all of them having to do with Donny Pate.

She was wrong about the sobbing. It didn’t start in her bedroom. It started in her car. And continued until morning.