The door clicked shut and the laughter from the patio turned into a muffled wash behind the wall.
Mark shoved me into the kitchen. First thing he did was dig the phone out of my dress pocket and drop it into his own.
“I’ve got the phone. I’ve got the video.”
I grabbed for the landline on the wall.
He stepped across, arm shoved between me and the phone.
“Don’t start this in my house.”
“The house is in my name.”
His eye twitched. Then his voice dropped.
“Look at you right now. Cops show up, they’re not gonna believe a word you say.”
I reached for the receiver again. He caught my wrist and slammed it onto the counter.
The plastic edge bit into my skin. A red ring came up on my wrist right away.
“Mark, if that video goes out, I’m done. My job, my name, the parent group at Tyler’s school—”
