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nothing to me."
    I turned and strode to the passenger's side. I raised the iron high in my hand. "Compared to you, it means less than nothing." I bashed off the other mirror, and then walked to the front, where I destroyed both headlights, leaving shattered glass on the dark pavement.
    She was yelling now. "Stop it!"
    No. Not yet.
    I raised the iron higher and slammed it down on the hood, leaving a huge dent in the glossy finish. And then, I did it again. And again. I kept at it, watching as the sleek lines were pounded into an ugly, mangled mess.
    I didn't stop until the sound of a new voice, this one male, broke my focus. I turned to see Chloe arguing with the same guy who she'd been talking to earlier – the shaggy-haired idiot who'd dropped her on the pavement.
    Whatever he was saying, Chloe didn't like it. So neither did I.
    I dropped the iron and strode toward them. "You," I said, giving the guy a hard look. "Get away from her. Now."
    With a shrug, he stepped away and turned toward my car. "Oh man." He smiled. "That is so messed up." He held out his cell phone, camera style. "Total viral." He stepped closer, zooming in on the hood.
    I spared the phone half a glance, recalling what the older guy had told me earlier, about Shaggy's phone getting busted up. The way it looked, he'd found a replacement. Big deal.
    He could take all the video he wanted. On my list of problems, this was too low to register. Or at least, that's how I felt until Chloe lunged toward the guy and said, "Stop that!"
    He shook his head. "No way."
    She turned and gave me a pleading look. "Are you just gonna stand there and let him take video of–" She gave a vague of her hands. "–this?"
    The guy spoke up. "It's called freedom of the press, baby."
    I felt my fingers flex. Baby?
    Shaggy turned to call over his shoulder. "Am I right, or what?"
    "Got that right," said a voice in the crowd. Yeah, people were watching. Maybe a dozen or so. Some were taking pictures – or whatever – with their phones. So what? I was long past caring.
    But the way it looked, Chloe cared enough for both of us. She looked down and covered her face with both hands. "Oh my God," she groaned, looking way too unsteady for my liking. "This isn't happening."
    Instantly, I was at her side. I placed a hand on her elbow. "Chloe? You okay?"
    She gave a bark of laughter that kept on going. It grew into a crazed, foreign sound that tore at my heart. She was losing it. This, like everything else, was all my fault.
    And then it got worse.
    Because she started crying.
    Suddenly, I couldn't stop myself. I gathered her in my arms, holding her tight against my chest, shielding her as best I could from everything around us.
    I murmured into her hair, "God, this is all my fault. I'm so, so sorry. Baby, c'mon, don't cry."
    Nearby, a camera flashed. I looked up and saw Shaggy too damn close for comfort. His phone was aimed straight at Chloe. I wanted to rip it that thing of his hands and shoved it up his ass.
    Instead, I gritted my teeth and told him, "You take one more shot of her, and you're gonna be out more than just another phone."
    I turned away, holding Chloe tighter and shielding her from the guy's view. But he shifted along with us and zoomed in on Chloe's face, which was still buried against my chest. What the hell? Did the guy have a death wish or something?
    I gave him a murderous glare. "Get the fuck away from her!"
    The guy shrugged and took a half-step backward. He raised his phone again, looking too stupid to be afraid until a new voice – this one female – rang out across the parking lot. "Chester! You son of a bitch!"

Chapter 7
    Shaggy whirled toward the sound of her voice. I looked over and spotted a crazy-eyed redhead marching toward us. Her face was flushed, and her hair was wild. She stopped on the opposite side of my car and glared at Shaggy. "I knew it!" she hollered.
    Holding Chloe tighter, I looked to see his reaction. His eyes were huge, and his mouth was open.