Little shit. Iknew it. I slammed my laptop shut. I decided to sleep on this situation, becausealthough he thought he had the upper hand right now, he didn’t know who he wasfucking with. Josh, not Huck, would now be the singular source of my rage.
I fell asleepthinking of ways to destroy him.
* * *
Huck knocked onmy door at just after one the next day, and I seriously considered ignoringhim. I mean, I hadn’t slept (atall) the night before because I wasplagued with dreams of him either yelling at me, or his leg being amputated, orhis leg being amputated and then growing a face and yelling at me (don’t judgeme, dreams are weird, and you can’t tell me they aren’t).
At the currentmoment, however, I was standing in my pantry, trying to decide between CheetosPuffs and Doritos Cool Ranch for lunch, and my stomach took precedence over thejerk standing in the hallway right now.
Pulling up mydoorbell camera, I put it on live view and set my phone on one of the shelvesas I continued to look for junk food to consume. Oh my god, he looked edible. Along-sleeved T-shirt, grey sweatpants, and his Nike’s. Jesus.
“Daisy, I knowyou’re home. Open the door, please, so I can apologize.”
I pressed themicrophone button and said, “I’m not feeling it, Huck, so I’ll pass.”
His head droppedand I watched as I opened the bag of Cheetos and popped one into my mouth.
“Daisy, look, Iwas an asshole. Please open the door so I can give you a good grovel.”
“What does agood grovel look like exactly?” I asked, then ate another Cheeto.
“If you let meinside, I’ll show you.”
“Mmm, no, Ithink I need to see the evidence first.”
He leaned intothe camera and whispered, “Are you saying you want me to grovel in the hallway,Daisy?”
“Yep, that’sexactly what I’m saying, Huckleberry.”
“Daisy, please—”
“I’d like to seethis grovel with you on your knees, Huck.”
“You seriouslywant me down on my knees?”
I nodded with anevil grin, even though he couldn’t see me. “So much so, I want to see the rugburns.”
“What if I toldyou I had apology cheeseburgers?” he asked.
I dropped theCheeto I was holding back in the bag. “Cheeseburgers?”
“Yep.”
“With fries?” Iraised my eyebrows. “And pickles?”
“Of course I gotfries and pickles. I’m not a monster.”
I grabbed myphone, wiped my hands on my jeans, and headed for the door. Pulling it open, Istalled when I saw Huck holding what could only be described as a pallet offood. “Um, I thought you said you brought apology cheeseburgers?”
“I also haveapology Chinese, apology Thai, and apology Indian.” He nodded toward theleft-hand corner of the box. “And there’s four types of ice cream and a cake. Iwasn’t sure what you’d be in the mood for, so I wanted to cover all the bases.”
“You didn’thappen to grab wine, did you?”
He stepped tohis right and there was a paper bag at his feet. “Bottle of red, bottle ofwhite.”
I bit my lip andforced myself not to jump his bones in my doorway. “You may enter.”
Huck grinned,and made his way inside, while I grabbed the bag of wine and followed, closingthe door behind us. Setting the box on the island, he took the bag from me andplaced it next to the food, then slid his arms around my waist, and pulled meclose. “I’m sorry.”
