“Grrr,” I growl, stomping my foot on the carpet.
He doesn’t get to control my emotions.
Or me.
I stomp out of the room and down the stairs, uncaring that I’m being dramatic.I pass the living room, walking behind the sofa that has Milly sprawled out on it with the fan pointed on her.Bonesplays on the television, so I don’t greet her good morning.That, and I think my greeting would sound like I’m snapping at her.
“Well, look who it is,” Malia sings, nudging Mercedes with her elbow.
“Tell me, was it as good as it sounded?”Mercedes teases.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” I snap.
Malia straightens.“What did he do?”
“What did he do?”I bite out, glaring at her.
“Um, she asked first,” Mercedes points out, sharing a look with her sister.
My shoulders slump.I’m being so fucking erratic.“It doesn’t matter.”
“It does.Because he’s outside right now, and I will gladly go kick him in the nuts if he’s done something to hurt you,” Malia warns.
I straighten, moving away from the coffee maker to turn to her.“He’s still here?”
He didn’t leave?
Well, I mean, he kind of did.But he didn’t leave, leave.Or he may have.
I need to know.
“He’s fixing the fence.He’s been out since six a.m.Nearly gave me a fright when I came down to find him fixing himself a plate of food.Not sure if he’s coming back or if he’s leaving.”
“Did he take his—” Mercedes starts but I interrupt her.
“Um, I have to go,” I tell them, and forgo my morning coffee.
“Wait, tell us what’s going on.”
“I don’t know yet,” I tell them, rushing out.
I have to speak to him.I race outside, and I barely get to my car when I realise I have no idea which fence he’s fixing.
Fucking Reid Hayes.
I’m never going to let him in my knickers again.
Or give me multiple orgasms.
Or...
I growl in my head, stomping my foot.
“Looking for round three, Sunshine?”he drawls, and I squeal, spinning around.“Or is it four?”
Holy crap.
He’s wearing the same shorts he had on last night, this time with a T-shirt hanging from the elastic.His chest and ripped muscles are glistening with sweat, and he has smudges of dirt or oil on his chest and face.
