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“Understatement of the year, babe.”

He gave me a half-smile. “How’s your hand doing?”

“Swollen and sore.” I turned it this way and that, letting him see. My knuckles were a delightful chunky blue-black. “But I think it’s just bruised.”

“Matches your cheek.”

“Lovely.”

He trudged down the front steps, hands in his jeans pockets.

I slipped my arms into Vaughan’s shirt, doing my best to cover my womanly assets. Wondered if jail was anything like on TV. Guess I’d soon be finding out. A shame I hadn’t kept the ring. Pawning it to pay for my legal defense would have been beautifully ironic. Whatever happened, I was done being the resident fool for the Delaney family. Dumb was never cute.

“Lydia.” Ray stalked toward me, stopping at the bottom of the couple of stairs leading down off the small front patio. “You’re fired, in case that wasn’t clear.”

Asshat. “Am I, Ray?”

He puffed himself up, preening. Lucky one of the buttons on his shirt didn’t pop. “You punched a work colleague, Lydia. One who just so happens to be the boss’s son. You do the math.”

I nodded. “You’re right, I did. Speaking of which, what do you think my chances would be of suing Chris for fraud and emotional distress? Guess I should talk to a lawyer too.”

“What?”

“Goodness, what a scandal that’ll be. The folks in this town are going to be talking about this mess for a good long time, aren’t they?”

The lines around his mouth looked cavernous in the early evening light. “Are you trying to blackmail me?”

“You really want to start digging into the ethics of this situation? I don’t know if that would be wise for any of us, Ray.”

He growled into the phone for another minute. When he faced me again, he was not a happy camper. “Some sort of settlement might be reached if I was assured that video would never again be seen. It would also involve you keeping your mouth shut about anything to do with my family.”

“I also want a reference reflecting my prior work history as opposed to today’s unfortunate events.”

“All right.”

I tipped my chin. Accepted. “I’d also prefer it if your son chose not to press assault charges.”

“I’ll see what I can do.” With a frown, Ray looked to his wife, not Chris. Big surprise who held the reins in that marriage. Not. His wife was a Harpy Queen of Darkness if I’d ever seen one. The chances of me not getting a criminal record tonight were slim.

At any rate, the Delaney’s had oodles more money than me if it came down to duking it out in court with regards to my emotional distress, et cetera. Best just not to go there. Doubtless, Ray would destroy my reputation any other way he could. The doors of CDA’s social elite would be closed to me now. They’d trash talk me all over town and I’d probably never find work.

However this went down, CDA and I were done. A pity, I’d liked it here. The town had a nice vibe and it was neither too big nor too small. What with the lake and the hills, the town was insanely beautiful. For me, it’d been just right.

Oh, well.

There was always my possible looming stint in jail for punching Chris to look forward to. I should try to be positive. Perhaps I’d just get community service or something, a fine. I wonder if I’d be deemed a flight risk and locked up regardless.

God, when I actually started thinking it over, my options were terrifying. The skin on my arms goose pimpled despite the warm evening air. One small tiny miniscule part of me even regretted punching Chris.

No. Never. I’d reclaimed what little remained of my pride by walloping the douche. My hand throbbed in agreement. Sometimes, violence and mayhem just were the answer.

CHAPTER SIX

“Oh good,” said Vaughan in a dry voice. “You found tequila.”

He and Officer Andy stood by the dining table. Both staring down at me with disapproving eyes. Little did they know how ridiculous and pompous they appeared. People, so blah. Especially men.

“Yeah, turns out we didn’t have to go next door after all.” I smiled. “There was some hiding at the back of your pantry.”

“Was there?”

“Hope you don’t mind.”

“Not at all.”

“You know, I was thinking about all those celebrity mugshots you see in the magazines where they’re a hot mess,” I said from my seat on the floor in the corner of the kitchen. “And it occurred to me that this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for me to really go all out there and experience the moment to its fullest.”