"You're the one calling yourself an acquired taste," Pam retorted. Hotly. "You're the one grilling me for saying you deserve better."

The vehemence would probably come as a surprise to most people Pam had met on the island. Probably even to Harley, who'd only known the shy, people-pleasing veneer that used to keep all of that kneejerk anger wrapped tight.

It was not likely to surprise anyone at home.