“Tell me everything,” he growled.
“Not until you get out of my way. I have a bag of vomit in my hands and I’m not above tossing it at you.”
His jaw worked hard at the demand, but he finally stepped aside and allowed me to pass. Shoving the door open, I stormed out toward the garbage cans and tossed the bag inside. When I spun around, Liam was waiting for me.
“Tell me the rest.”
Cool air bit at my skin, but the anger boiling inside me kept the chill away. “There’s really nothing more to tell. He was his typical self.”
“Krista said he threatened you.”
“Not really. It was more his tone of voice. He was angry about the accident.”
“Mine?”
I shook my head. “His son’s. It just brought it all up for him again.”
Taking a single step toward me, I could feel the controlled anger swarming around him. “But you were scared.”
“Not really, no. I just…I’ve never seen him quite like that before.”
“Bailey, I need you to stay away from him.”
“Well, seeing as how he runs the general store in town, I hardly think that will be possible.”
“I’m asking?—”
“And I’m telling you that nothing happened,” I repeated slowly. “The man is upset. His son is basically a ten-year-old living in a thirty-year-old body. He’s allowed to get pissed from time to time.”
“But not to take it out on you.”
“He didn’t!” I shouted, tossing up my arms. “If anything, he was more pissed at Krista! I don’t see you telling her to stay away!”
“Because—”
Fuming, he spun away from me. Whatever had him so upset was at a tipping point, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to stick around tonight and deal with his anger.
“Look, I get it. Your family doesn’t get along with his, but I’m not going to stay away from people in town that I have to run into just because you don’t like them.”
“Fine,” he bit out, clenching his fists.
“Now, can we go back inside? I have muffins to finish.”
“Come to bed.”
There was no way in hell I was going to sleep now. I was too angry, and the thought of laying down in his arms when he had just thrown a gigantic hissy-fit over absolutely nothing would only make me want to break the other side of his collarbone.
“I think I’ll make those muffins,” I said, sliding past him to head inside.
He grabbed me by the elbow with his good arm, stopping me before I could escape. I sucked in a breath of anger and slowly faced him.
“Yes?”
“I—”
The words were on the tip of his tongue.I’m sorry.I could feel thewant radiating off him, but the words never actually came. He just stood there, his eyes still blazing in anger.
If there was one thing I couldn’t stand, it was a person who couldn’t own up to his mistakes, and yelling at me for doing such a simple thing as grocery shopping, all because he didn’t like the owner of the store, was definitely not something I deserved to be berated for.
