“I should have known, Katie.” His eyes were narrowed and he looked at her with such disgust it hit her directly in the gut.

“What?” Shocked, she shook her head. “No. You don’t—”

“I see how it is.”

“No! You don’t see anything.” Was he really upset with her?

Damon shook his head and moved to leave. “I’ll just go.”

“Damon!” She grabbed his arm but he shook it off and stormed out of the kitchen.

Her entire body shook as she spun to face Jeremy. “What the actual fuck, Jeremy?” She’d tried to be nice, she’d tried to talk to him and put herself in his shoes, but enough was enough. “You don’t have to like it,” Katie continued, trying but failing to control her voice. “But you are going to have to accept it. I’m married to Damon.” She took a step toward Jeremy, her hand shaking as she pointed at him. “And if you ever touch me without my permission again, you will regret it. Do I make myself clear?”

She didn’t wait for a response, but turned and fled the kitchen. She was furious and hurt and so completely confused. But those feelings were going to have to wait. First, she needed to find her husband.