"Richard ground his jaw. "I am not having this conversation right now," he growled, standing. "Watch your bloody movie and stay in the house until we get all the paperwork filed and put out a press release." Halfway to the door, a pillow hit him squarely between the shoulder blades. Richard froze. "You didn't just do that," he said, still unmoving. "The next thing I throw is going to hurt." He turned around. "What are you, five?" "Maybe. You're the one who just sent me to my room." Samantha stood up. "You think you're mad? I used to be able to go wherever I wanted, do anything, be anybody. And cops were never fucking waiting for me at my front door, because nobody knew where I lived! Now they all know who I am and where I am."