He has an edge to his voice, a look on that tightening jaw of brimming annoyance and I throw my hair over my shoulder defiantly even though my courage has taken an immediate run for cover and my insides are recoiling a tad. He scares me shitless, but I won’t ever let him know it.

‘’Fine, whatever, it’s your money and I will just make sure you get what you pay for. I’m amazed you don’t want me to dye my hair too.’’ I make a move to leave, still going for sass but with a lot less aplomb, and just trying to put distance between us as he follows...