“Liv—”
“Again. You do not get to have an exasperated tone with me when you have been nothing but a complete asshole to me the entire day. And all because some fucking, skank, cunt hole, twatwaffle, bitch gave you misinformation.” I stood. “And you fucking believed it!”
“Those papers seem to be pretty clear,” he countered.
“Yeah, well, I have stamped, verified, notarized, fucking signed inbloodpaperwork in my safe at home that says otherwise,” I hissed. “But regardless. If a mistake has been made, it’s amistake.I have never lied to you about anything! And the fact you think I would, has made me feel more stabby than I ever have in my entire fucking life!”
He dragged his hands down his face. “Babe, it’s been a shitty fuckin’ day.”
“Yeah? Has it?” I snapped. “And how exactly am I supposed to know that, Tristan? Huh? You’ve shut me out for the entirety of it, so I’ve kind of been in the dark.”
He reached for me, and even though I tried to avoid him, he was too fast for me and wrapped an arm around my waist, shoving his face in my neck and kissing me gently. “You’re right. I’ve been a complete asshole.”
“Get off of me.”
“Settle.”
“Don’t tell me to settle, asshole. God! I can’t believe you listened to that...that... gash! Jesus Christ, Doc. You have Rabbit at your disposal. You could have had him hack into the county records system to confirm everything on that paperwork.”
Doc went still and my blood ran cold.
“Oh my god, he did that already, didn’t he?” I whispered.
“Yeah.”
“No, no, no, no.” I shoved him away, grabbing the envelope and discarded papers off the floor.
“That’s not gonna tell you anything different, sweetness.”
“I need to go,” I said, grabbing my purse and keys, but Doc tugged them gently from my hand.
“Baby, you’re drunk, you’re not goin’ anywhere.”
“I have to get the papers from my safe,” I hissed. “Figure out why the hell the divorce isn’t showing up.”
He set my bag and keys on his dresser. “There is nothing you can do at eleven-thirty on a Wednesday night, Liv. Come to bed and we’ll take care of it in the morning.”
“I’ll sleep in the bunkroom.”
“Like hell you will.”
Before I could leave, he wrapped his arms around my waist, lifting me onto the bed and pinning me to the mattress.
“Get off of me,” I demanded.
“No,” he said, grinning like an idiot. “You’re sleeping here where you belong.”
“Where Ibelong?”
“Yeah.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Like, in the arms of my loving man who’s wholly committed to me?”
“Exactly.”
“You couldn’t be more wrong about that, bub.”
“Yeah? How do you figure?”
