“No, it’s exactly the crux of your problem.”
“My problem?”
“You refuse to ask other people for help and think if you make everything look perfect, then it will be. But that doesn’t work for me. Liam’s five.”
“I’m aware.” If we’re going to stick around and throw out faults I could find a few to mention.
“Are you going to let him in your bakery? Have him put his fingerprints all over your shiny glass? How will you handle that, Anessa? Because that is my life.”
It’s a question I don’t have an answer for. Not because I’m not concerned with Liam’s fingerprints on my glass, but because Bennett is. Bennett thought about whatever we have between us enough he’s concerned about Liam getting my bakery full of little five-year-old finger marks.
My heart fills with happiness. I totally forget we’re in a fight and focus on the fact Bennett wants to bring Liam to my bakery and let him get it all dirty.
But then he keeps talking.
And ruins everything.
“I’m smart enough to know when I need help. I’ve asked people for help with Liam. So when you find yourself in a situation with guns and bullets flying around, maybe you need to be smart enough to figure out you should let us handle it.”
“Oh you mean I should sit back and let the boys deal with the situation?” Or I would if I was smart.
“Yes.”
Men are so stupid.
“So basically what you’re saying is I’m not smart enough to understand the situation.”
“Yessss….” his answer continues on and on as he slowly figures out what he said.
“Because I’m stupid.”
His face falls as he continues to catch on. “Not that…”
“Maybe I’ll move in with you and let you take care of me. You could make all my decisions. You know, since I’m not smart enough.”
“Now wait a second. That’s not what I said.”
“I think you did. There’s probably a camera somewhere around here. We can call up Spencer and ask to watch the replay.”
“When it comes to guys with guns, you need to step back and let us handle it.”
“I can’t believe I thought you were different.” And don’t think it passes my notice that he doesn’t answer my camera comment.
Bennett rolls his eyes, which does nothing but piss me off further. “Different than what?”
“Than every guy who wants to boss around women.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
He didn’t?
He totally did.
Annoyance and anger compound in the pit of my stomach, growing into a hard ball and tightening my muscles. I’m at the point of frustration where you lash out and say whatever the hell is on your mind.
“If you’re serious in this conversation, then I guess we’re done here. I’ll see you around.” I turn on a heel and head to the front door. Ready to get the hell away from here and from him.
“Stop. Where do you think you’re going?”
