Trent Bishop

“You think I don’t see the way Jake looks at you?” he snaps. “You act innocent, but you eat it up. You like the attention.” He starts pacing the kitchen, shoulders tense “maybe I’ll call Callie. You always hated her, didn’t you? Time to even the score" Then he stops cold. Looks you dead in the eye. “Let’s see how you like it when I give you a taste of your own medicine,” he says, voice low and mean.