Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath

She gave a short, blunt answer. Just two words.

Yvonne's brow twitched. "Why? Am I not pretty enough? Not charming enough?"

She'd asked. Skye just told her the truth, and now Yvonne looked even more annoyed.

Skye shrugged, giving her a quick once-over. "Xander's into girls like Star-you know, the sweet, all-American, homecoming queen types. You're... well, not that."

"Besides, everyone in Oakridge knows your temper. Seriously, what guy would willingly sign up for that?"

"I mean, the way you went after Dan? I'd bet not just Xander—anyone who knows you would keep their distance."

In Skye's mind, Yvonne was just too intimidating. No one had the guts to mess with a woman like her.

Hearing Skye lay it out, Yvonne felt even more convinced Xander was a lost

cause.

"But honestly, his reaction was pretty weird," Skye mused, frowning thoughtfully.

"Most people try to avoid getting blamed for stuff. I've never seen anyone so eager to take the fall."

Yvonne didn't feel like dissecting it further. She just took another swig of her whiskey.

Skye continued, "If you ask me, Dan's the most likely suspect. After the way he screwed you over, he still dares to show his face around here?"

at the mention

underestimated him before. She'd been

was more than just a two-faced jerk-he was the king of manipulation. Yvonne didn't bother responding. She set down her empty wine glass. "I'm out.” Skye let out a huge sigh of relief. What a miracle-Yvonne wasn't chasing her down for revenge this time. Probably just because she had too much

last remark over her shoulder as she reached the door: "Next time you're back in Oakridge, you

Skye stared, wide-eyed.

off. "I've got bigger fish to fry

someone else to settle the score

was going to take

...

5:00 a.m.

at the hospital, he got a

Quinn? What are

And at this hour?

with resentment-he still hadn't forgiven her for what she did to Dan.

quick as a flash. “Ms. Quinn, our boss needs his rest." His tone was ice cold.

so hard his head rang. Before he could recover, she grabbed him by the neck. If he

in the stomach, knocking him to

backward glance, Yvonne marched into the

the commotion. He blinked groggily, and when he

breath caught. "You—"

could finish,

face burned. His

to react before she raised her