Raw Talent. Debra Webb

fine,” he assured her in that irreverent teenage tone.

      She should have left it at that. But something in the kid’s eyes wouldn’t let her leave them.

      “Maybe I’ll just make sure you get where you’re going.” What the hell was wrong with her? Why did she say that?

      “Suit yourself.” The door slammed, practically in her face, leaving her sitting there wondering why she wasn’t driving away.

      Because she was a fool.