It was snowing, and the snow was collecting on the man’s hood and shoulders.
I crossed my arms over my chest and glared.
Because it wasn’t just any man.
It was Meo.
Seven
She doesn’t want flowers. She wants a twelve-foot skeleton from Home Depot.
—Dru to Romeo
Romeo
The jerkiness of the grappler was downright terrifying. The trees were being swung around like they had something to prove. She was fast, methodical, and relentless. She’d gone straight through the morning, into her break, and all the way up to lunch.
However, she was going to take that break whether she wanted to or not.
One, because she needed to calm down before she accidentally killed one of my men—not that I thought she was out of control. But it was never safe to operate heavy equipment when you were angry as fuck.
Two, because I didn’t like seeing her angry.
I wasn’t sure why.
I barely knew the woman, but I just couldn’t handle seeing her that angry.
What I wanted to do when I saw her that morning was throw the food she’d handed me onto the ground and haul her into my arms and ask her what was wrong.
What I’d done instead was allowed her to retreat.
Maybe I shouldn’t have.
Because this type of anger wasn’t good.
I didn’t care how she got rid of that anger, but she’d get it done before we were done with lunch, that was for sure.
I hefted my lunch over my shoulder and continued right up to her, forcing her to stop.
She threw it into neutral, then crossed her arms over her chest and glared at me.
It was downright the cutest thing I’d ever seen.
Have you ever seen a tiny thing try to be ferocious? It was like watching a lion cub learning how to roar.
Once I knew she was fully stopped, I climbed up onto her track and sat down where I was yesterday. The snow was cold, the dirt even colder, but I continued to sit as I waited for her to open her door.
She did, eventually, open it with a huff.
“I’m busy,” she snapped.
Again, cute.
“Yeah, but you gotta eat lunch,” I pointed out.
“I don’t have to do anything. I’m a grown-ass adult,” she grumbled.
I took a bite of my shitty gas station sandwich, and just when I was a few bites in, a soft thud hit my jacket.
