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“Yeah, I’m not doing that,” he told her, just as there was a knocking on the door.

He moved out of the living room and toward the front door.

“Ammo, seriously, I am not going to talk to that woman.”

That’s fine. She didn’t have to. He’d deal with whoever was on the other side of the door. It was more and more obvious that she did need him.

Opening the door, he stared down at the small woman standing there, dressed in athletic wear. Had she just come from a run or the gym?

“Oh, hello. I wasn’t expecting you,” the woman said as she looked him up and down.

He just grunted.

“Right. Is Aimee here?” She seemed to gather herself, standing up straight with her shoulders back as she tried to look around him.

But Ammo knew she wouldn’t spot Aimee. She was likely still hiding in the living room. Whoever this woman was, Aimee did not want to see her, so it was his job to get rid of her.

“Yes,” he replied.

“Oh, I’d like to speak to her.”

“No.”

“Excuse me, what?”

“No, you can’t speak to her.”

“Well, why not?” she demanded.

“She doesn’t want to talk to you.”

“What . . . what . . . why doesn’t she want to talk to me? She can’t just refuse to talk to me. I need to talk to her. I want you to get her out here right now.”

“I couldn’t understand why she didn’t want to talk to you. Now I get it.” Then he took a step back and shut the door in her face.

She started knocking again and he ignored her. He turned to find Aimee peering around the corner of the doorframe at him. Kevin was in her hand, and she slid him up into her hair.

“You just shut the door on Yvonne,” Aimee said with shock in her voice.

Yep.

“No one shuts the door on Yvonne.”

Was she upset at him? Not that he really cared. She was the one that didn’t want to talk to her, so she could hardly get upset at the method he used to get rid of her.

“That. Was. Epic. Why have I never done that before? Just shut the door in her face. I bet it gave you a real rush. Did it?” she asked breathlessly.

“No.”

“It would give me a real rush. I’ve just never been good at being rude.”

“I am.”

“Oh, believe me, I can tell. You’re really good at being rude. You’d probably win an award if there was one for the rudest person.”

He raised his eyebrow at her words, and she seemed to realize what she just said as she went bright red.

“Ah, yeah, sorry. Didn’t mean to insult you or anything. You must know the way you are, right? I mean, you did just shut the door in Yvonne’s face.”