He sighs loudly before shifting, and then he sighs again.
My eyes track him.
“Why don't you get some sleep?” I ask him.
Without staring at me, without even meeting my eyes, he merely continues gazing out the window with a slow blink.
“I'm worried about my cat,” he says.
“We'll find him, Lincoln,” I encourage him.
“Why do you care so much?” he bites back.
What the hell is his problem?
My legs shift, now down in the wheel well, as I narrow my eyes.
“You don't need to be snippy,” I shoot back.
“I have everyrightto be snippy.You'rethe one who left the fucking door open in the first place. You should have been keeping an eye on Morris.”
Oh no, this asshole didnot.
NowI'mgetting mad.
My bottom lip suffers the pain of me chewing on it, trying to contain my anger.
Tilting my head to face him, I make sure he can see my frown on full display.
“I'mthe one who left the door open?” I ask. “How would I have been keeping an eye on Morris if you wereactivelykicking me out of your damn house?”
“You opened the door when Sarah was at the door and youleftit open without considering that Morris could have gotten through,” he accuses.
“I cannot believe you're actually blaming me! I was at the front door, yes, but you can blame Sarah and yourself for that as well. And I didn't see Morris run out,” I tell him.
“Yeah, because you wouldn't have been paying attention, because you were so up in your ass about Sarah being there.”
“Bro… did it ever occur to you to check the cameras?” I counter.
“No ‘sis’. Itneveroccurred to me to check the cameras,” he shoots back with a heavy layer or sarcasm.
“Well it didn’t show him going out?”
“There’s a blind spot, especially if he goes out and runs along the side of the house,” Link scoffs.
“Well. He snuck out ninja quick. The fact none of us saw him means it was an accident,” I offer.
“Of course. Because the great Gabrielle can donowrong,” that sarcasm pours out again.
“Wow,” I emphasize, looking out of the windshield.
“You know what, Lincoln?” I start to say. “I'm really sorry, right? Because I know how hard this must be. And how worried you are about Morris. And if Ididleave the door open, and that's the moment that Morris decided to get out of the house, I apologize. But let's not sit here and pretend that's the real reason that you're mad. Because up until two minutes ago, you were down to fuck me. Because apparently that'sallyou care about,” I say, frowning.
“So you keep saying, Gabrielle,” he mumbles.
“Yeah, so I keep saying, because that's how you behave. That's the whole reason why we're in this situation in the first—”
He cuts me off, yelling through the laughter that he sarcastically spills while closing his eyes before he looks at me.
