Chapter 36

• Megan shoved his hand away and cast a quick look up and down the hallway. “For God’s sake, Oliver. At least come inside and carry on. Nobody needs to hear your drama.”
• “Fuck you and your neighbors. If I want to be a dramatic asshole, I’ll be one. I’m not David. I’m not afraid of your WASPy passive-aggression if I make a fucking scene.”
• His face was red, and his eyes were wild with anger, and Megan had no idea why. She almost didn’t care at this point. Not when he was airing laundry that would get her entire floor talking and complaining to the homeowner’s association.