“That sassy mouth of yours is going to get you into trouble, young lady.”
Knowing she’d probably rattle him some more by ignoring his threat, Mel reached down to casually knock a clump of grass off her other sneaker. “It’s okay,” she replied flippantly. “After my husband died the men on my street offered to give me a hand whenever I needed help.”
She may have thought him angry before, but it was nothing compared to now. Jack hauled his ass out of the police cruiser and dwarfed her five foot seven frame. She gulped and backed up a step.
Mary Wehr 