“If you’ve got questions, just ask. Stop staring at me like you can actually read my mind,” I muttered, shifting in my seat as I caught Betty still watching me like a hawk. I’d been soaking in that stare ever since I limped my way into the salon.I knew she saw Ricochet drop me off. I knew she saw him steal a kiss from my lips. And I definitely knew she saw the way his hands kept roaming over me like I was his property—well, that was kind of valid.Her lips stayed sealed, but her eyes were glued to me sharply and curiously. Her questions were loud even without saying a word.She already had a theory, I could see it the way her upper lip kept curving upward and sideward. She was just waiting for me to quietly confirm it.“I’m betting all my money—my savings included—on this,” she started, way too confident, dabbing more avocado mask across her cheek, looking like a low budget Fiona. “You got railed by your ex-daddy. I just know it.” She leaned in, squinting at me.I almost choked on my
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