Cliff froze in the doorway. “What’s he doing here?”
Bey barely stopped in time to avoid crashing into him. “Who?”
Cliff pointed into the crowd of partygoers. “Him. Danny Crawford. I’m not staying if he’s here.”
“Wait, didn’t you say he was an old flame? That was years ago. Just let it go, already.”
Cliff turned the burned side of his face toward Bey. “I didn’t say he was an old flame. I said he started the fire that burned my family’s house down. He only spent a few months in juvie. And he never apologized.”
Bey looked from his lover’s face to the man laughing in the center of a large group. Clenching his fist, he started toward him.