"Yes." He raked his eyes over her, and not in the way she remembered. "Why did you leave rehab? At least when you're there, he doesn't have to worry about you and can focus on more important things. I am not a babysitter. You are a grown woman, Sylvia."
He wasn't wrong.
"I don't need your lecture, okay? I don't need to be in rehab. I am sober, and I plan on staying sober." Sylvia's eyes flared with defiance.
Joey didn't bother getting comfortable. He didn't even remove his coat. He strode into the house. He yanked open the fridge, scanning every corner, then his gaze slid toward the bar in the corner of the room.
"Do you think if I was going to sneak in alcohol, I would leave it in plain sight?" she snapped, crossing her arms beneath her breasts, forcing herself to stand taller.
Joey closed the fridge with a slam and looked back at her. "Do I need to turn the house inside out?"
"I promise, Joey. I do not have any contraband hiding anywhere." She spread her arms wide.
