“I can’t believe you would even consider that chair.” I spoke a little too loudly without even looking at the chair. “It’s hideous.”

“You’re right,” Mouse said without looking at me. “Your drool would just leave a big stain on it anyway.”

By now we were talking loudly enough to have caught the woman’s attention. She tried, poorly, to be discreet about watching us, but she was certainly no longer inspecting the top shelves. I saw Mouse’s lips start to curl upward, and his gaze swept from her anklebones toward her cleavage. He sat in a deep red leather chair and lounged with his knees wide apart, that grin still on his face.

“You have horrible taste.” I strode past him toward the wall of throw pillows at the back of the department.

“I must,” he called after me. “Considering what I’ve got.”

The fight escalated until a sales associate asked us to leave. This only made me more hot headed. We got back home, and I let it pour out of me. “You son of a bitching cheater. Everywhere you go, you’re just looking for a new piece of ass—”

“Oh, and you’re not, you little whore?”

He’d called me a whore for the last time. I would not take it. “Get the fuck out!” I started picking up his med books and flinging them in his direction. “Take all of your shit and get the hell away from me!”