“Though, I’ve been on a plane more than once and I don’tcare what other people do with their bags.I check.It’s less hassle.The restis not my business.”
What made him share that, he had no idea.
It was a mistake.
“It’s literally impossible, not only scientifically, for theworld to revolve around seven point sevenbillionpeople,” shedeclared.
“What?”
“The world’s population,” she informed him.
“You do know, you bitchin’ about this shit means you thinkthe world revolves around your opinion about it,” he returned.
Her eyes got huge.
It was cute.
Goddamn it.
“You got the power to just let it go,” he told her.
Now she looked like she was going to be sick.
Somehow, that was cute too.
Shit.
“I’m not one tolet things go,” she said, and hehonest to God thought the last three words were going to make her gag.
And he had never before felt the sensation, but all at oncehe wanted to laugh, kiss her, tell her to chill the fuck out and share he wasgoing to go get his truck and bring it around to pick her up, and then walkaway from her.
In that order.
“Like you cursing,” she went on.“You don’t even know me andyou’re using foul language.I could let that go, but that’s not in me.”
Hang on a second.
He turned fully to her.“Seriously?You’regonnagive me shit about my language when you don’t know meeither, andyourlanguage since we met, both the shit that’s beencomin’ out of your mouth, and your body language, has beennothin’ good from the start?”
She didn’t deny either.
She stated, “I haven’t cursed at you.And you’restilldoing it with me.”
“But youdothrow attitude and negativity aroundwith no shame.In my estimation, it’s not the words you say, it’s the way yousay them and the meaning behind them that holds the power, good, or in yourcase, bad.”
She simplycouldn’tdeny that.
But even if she kept her mouth shut, for some reason, hedidn’t let it go.
He asked, “You don’t use cuss words?”
“Not with someone I don’t know.”
“You’re not the kind of woman to let things go, I’m not thekind of man to let anyone tell him how he can be.”
Her eyes dipped down to his cut then back up.“Right.”
“Like that, Georgiana,” he told her.“Carolyn’s like you andshe says it like it is, so it isn’t like I don’t know about you, because she’sshared.But I love my brother and he needed a favor so I’m here when I could bedoin’ a lot of other shit.Now you got a tick in yourskin about MCs or bikers or whatever, and you can’t let shit go, even when someguy you don’t know isdoin’ you a solid when he couldbedoin’ a lot of other shit that’s far morepreferable than listening to you bitch about shit that makes no difference.Andjust acting like a bitch because you got some shade to throw about how I livemy life when you have no clue the man I am or how I live that life.”
