“You deserved it,” she snapped, the unpleasant feelings resurfacing.
“Excuse me?” he continued, leaning forward, the corners of his eyes squinting. “I was being perfectly civil. You were the one having a tantrum.”
“You call that civil? What - were you raised in a barn? I told you to leave me alone and you kept harassing me –”
“Asking someone if they’d like a drink and for a dance isn’t harassing behaviour last time I checked. And yes, I was raised in a barn actually. I grew up on a farm in Minnesota; barns were something we had plenty of.”
“Well that explains a lot.” Penny was raging ahead full steam, blood rising to her cheeks as her hands clenched at her sides.
How dare he act all innocent and try to make her look like a petulant child?
“Okay you two, time out,” Kate interjected, stepping between them, her hands in a makeshift T.
She looked at the equally annoyed faces, “Both of you please keep your voices down,” she scolded, as she stifled her own. “Toby is asleep in the other room and I’d like it to stay that way for a while longer.”
As if on cue the toddler’s voice erupted in a scream and Kate settled a scathing look upon each of them before marching towards the nursery. “Don’t let me hear another word from you two,” she warned before going to tend to her son.
Penny and Mike exchanged curt looks.
Insufferable.
Annoying.
By the time she rejoined them, Penny had found a spot in an armchair, a magazine occupying her attention, while Mike was flipping through sports channels for something good to watch.
The buzzer rang.
“Great, dinner’s here!” Ian stated as he stepped out of the bedroom, smoothing down the front of his polo. “What did I miss?”
Three pairs of annoyed eyes settled on him, but no one answered.
