Shari turned to face me, and after a moment of not gaining my attention, she paused the movie. “What’s wrong? You look pale.”
“Nolan Richards sent me an email.”
She let out a gasp and then moved closer to me on the couch. “What did that prick have to say?”
“He said I’m no better than him and then asked if there’s anything I have to say for myself.” I finally removed my attention from the computer screen and gazed at her. A warmth of fury coursed through my veins, setting my body on fire.
“No better than him? What the fuck is he talking about?”
“Because of what I do for a living.”
“Is he seriously comparing your job to what he did to you in high school?”
My hands trembled uncontrollably. Adrenaline consumed me and left a ringing in my ears. Even after fifteen years, Nolan Richards had a way of getting to me. “Yeah. How can he possibly even think it’s the same thing?”
“He has some balls. What are you going to say back?” Her voice was full of venom as she inched even closer to me to offer reassurance.
“Nothing! I have absolutely nothing to say to the bastard. I said it all fifteen years ago. What more could I possibly have to say to him?”
“Defend yourself, Novah. Don’t sit back and take his shit— again. He was an asshole then, and it seems as though nothing has changed. Apparently, he hasn’t learned his lesson and still thinks what he did was okay. You need to let him know no matter how many years come and go, no matter what you do for a living, it doesn’t take away the horrible thing he did to you.”