The last boyfriend I had who thought he could give me crap about how I run my life found himself thrown out of here with half his belongings on the lawn. I am a strong, independent woman, OK?”
“OK,” Tony said. He was taken aback by the tirade, but he was in no position to argue.
“Now, that I’ll being said, I’ve had a shitty couple of days and could really use some company right about now. So come on in.”
“I will if you tell me your name,” he said.
“It’s Kyla,” she told him. “Kyla Jean. At least that’s what my mom calls me when I do something to disappoint her. I’ve always hated it.”
“K.J. it is then.”
“Thank you, Anthony.” He glared at her and she followed up with, “Just kidding. Tony.”