It took Claire a minute to orient herself and spot her car where she had arked it earlier.  By the time her eyes landed on the Jeep, Mark was outside behind her.  She could tell it was him by the slightly off sound of his steps accompanied by his cane.  Claire turned to him, trying to figure out if he was coming with her or not.<br/><br/><i>...and honey you be a skunk.</i><br/><br/>He had a lot of nerve. A red flash of anger rushed through her veins turning her cheeks and ears flaming hot. She whirled to face him, glaring. “I’m drunk?! Have you even bothered to take a good hard look at yourself in the mirror?? You can’t even get through the day without a fucking beer to take the edge off.”<br/><br/>She closed the distance between them, invading the bubble of his personal space. Her hands clenched at her sides. “You had it all and you tossed it all away because you got hurt. I can’t even tell you how pathetic and stupid that makes you. Poor Windham has a bum leg now. Poor Windham had to hide away from the world because he got a fuckin boo boo,” she hissed at him. “Grow a set and man up. Or are you not a real man?” Claire snorted in derision. “Maybe that’s your problem. You can’t get it up anymore so you gotta pay people to be around you.” He had, after all, opened their introductions be asking if she was from the agency.<br/><br/>Her eyes flashed with anger as she stared him down.