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actually fantasized about kicking him in the balls: really, really hard.  Repeatedly. 
    Stomping to the front door, she threw it open and emphasized her demand for his exit with a pointed arm.  “Get out.  Go.  Now.  You-insufferable-dick .”  It just made him laugh even harder.
    Riley was still laughing as he walked past her and made a point of sitting on the front step slowly putting his shoes on.  She was tempted to slam the door on his ass or slap him over the head, but she knew that would just end in disaster.  Christina had once slammed the door on him when they were teenagers and he’d responded by kicking it in.  Her father had banned him from the house, until he apologized and fixed it. 
    By the way Riley was looking at her with a smirk on his face and a raised eyebrow, she knew he remembered this incident as well.  Their eyes locked and she was tempted to rise to the challenge, but for once she let her head rule her emotions where he was concerned.  If he kicked the door in, she couldn’t leave this place until it was repaired and there would be a lot of explaining to do. 
    Instead she hectored him telling him, amongst other things:  he was the most passive-aggressive, non-communicative, pig-headed fool of a man that she ever had the misfortune to meet.  She was so angry that language failed her and she finished with a lame “you’re nothing but an entire species of moron.” 
    Riley just laughed at her, which made her angrier.  He made a show of standing up, casually brushing off his pants, and slowly heading down the front steps.  When he got to the bottom of the steps, he stopped and faced her, smirking.  “You sure can talk can’t you, baby?” 
    It took every ounce of willpower for Christina not to run down the stairs and kick him in the ass.  Riley’s smirk was making it increasingly difficult to rein in her temper.  She knew he was doing this deliberately, but when he said, “You know, Dina, you’ve always spoken enough for two people anyway.  Most of it was shit, but everyone needs a hobby.” 
    It-was-so-on . 
    Christina launched herself onto the porch, standing at the top step and glaring down at him.  He didn’t move or flinch, but kept his eyes fixed on hers waiting for her next move.  This was one of the things she hated about Riley:  he knew her so well that he could see straight through to her weak points and took perverse pleasure in twisting the knife.
    She stood with her arms folded, willing herself to calm down.  Using her breathing techniques from years of singing to stop from attacking him, Christina forced herself to smile.  “I talk shit?  Oh wow.  At least I talk.  I don’t run away like – like some stupid man-child, who’s too chicken shit to face his responsibilities.” 
    With some satisfaction Christina saw Riley’s eyes darken to cold green glass as he took a step toward her.  Riley’s tendency to leave when things got ugly between them was a sore point and right now, she was prepared to go there.  “Careful Christina,” he warned and looked pointedly at the door, but she snorted at him.
    “Whatever.  Go on – do it - then you can explain to my father how it happened because I won’t be covering for you this time,” she sneered.
    Riley laughed.  “You didn’t cover for me last time.”
    “YES I DID,” she shouted, “I took the blame for your anger management issues saying I’d provoked you.  I won’t be doing that again.  You’re on your own.”
    Riley smirked and shook his head.  “Agh, Dina the martyr, but don’t worry I’m sure everyone’s worked out by now that we were only ever good for fighting and fucking.”
    Christina’s mouth opened and closed.  Her eyes narrowed and she felt her heart rate increase.  He’d been vicious with her before, but very rarely had he been so vile and truthful, and actually, insightful.  It was the theme of their relationship in triplicate.
    He was watching her intently,