Rosalynn stood alone with her thoughts, recalling the events of the previous night at the club.

Brian might have been a jerk, but Barlow was no saint.

He had used her as a pawn to incite Brian's jealousy.

She couldn't stand the idea of being used by anyone.

“Rosalynn, why are you so indifferent to your savior?" Barlow approached with a grin, invading her personal space.