Erin walked through the marketplace and paused at a sign. She scowled at it. This was her battle! And now Jewell was taking it over.. and god knew Jewell got more attention than the madEnglishwoman.

With a huff, she tore down the poster and continued down the street. Fine. Let Jewell do it. Fine. Erin wasn't going to be angry... really. Not at all. Nope. Totally calm. (Though her little fist balled that poster up into a tight ball, knuckles turning white).

But one more word out of Franco's mouth about any of her friends... and Erin would have to take it up with Jewell. Because, honestly, she wanted a shot herself.