Liam pushed out of the chair and walked over, shoving off her attempts to help, even though he was wobbling like a newborn calf.
“Thanks, Caroline.”
“Anytime. Well, not anytime. Don’t show up again tomorrow with more?—”
But I never heard the end of what she was going to say because Liam slammed the door in her face.
“That was rude,” I snapped before I could think about him and his horrible mood.
“No one needs that much pep so early in the morning,” he grumbled.
“That’s no excuse to act like that when she was only trying to help,” I argued.
“Can you just take me home?”
This time, there were no tears to be had. I was pissed. It was one thing to be downright cruel to me, but toward others? That I absolutely couldn’t stand.
I put my foot on the gas and got us the hell out of there, but my blood was boiling. It took a good twenty minutes to get to the gate of Murky Falls Ranch, and I had never been so happy in my life to be there.
Only this time, it was to drop his cranky ass at home and leave him there.
“I need to go to the main house,” he grumbled.
“Fine.”
“Fine?”
“Yes, I said fine.”
“What the hell is your problem?” he muttered.
“Me? I don’t have a problem. I’m perfectly fine.”
“Yeah, you keep saying that. Doesn’t fine mean you have your period or something?”
My grip tightened on the steering wheel, and for just a moment, I considered driving the car right through his barn.
But that would mean innocent animals would be injured, and as much as I wanted to really hurt him right now, I would not take out that anger on the poor animals that might have to deal with him later.
I hit the brakes a tad too hard outside the main house, sending him flying forward, only to be stopped suddenly by the seatbelt.
He hissed in a breath, slowly turning to glare at me.
With the sweetest look on my face, I smiled at him. “Oops. Did I hurt you?”
“Several times,” he muttered.
“Well, have a good day. I need to get back to work.”
As he got out of the car, I saw him start to turn back to say something to me, but I reached across the seat and yanked the door closed before he could, then reversed as quickly as possible, kicking up dust in his face.
Was it a tad evil of me?
Quite possibly.
Maybe I was getting my periodor something.
I raised my shot glass,clanking it against Cheyenne’s before dropping it against the smooth bar top of The Beaver and Boot.
