“And?”
She picked up a fry and popped it in her mouth. After swallowing, she said, “And you’d do the same for me.”
“No, I wouldn’t.”
For a millisecond, she froze. She hadn’t expected that.
She rolled her lips together before grabbing her burger and digging in. I watched as she ate, waiting for her to say something,anything.
Truth was, Iwouldstep in. Not for her, but for me. There was no time for her to be messing around with some guy. Besides, I’d have to kill her when this was over, anyway.
She might as well not waste the last bit of her life on shitty sex.
After eating half the burger, she set it down and pulled out her phone. Her thumbs flew across the screen, seemingly having a conversation with someone.
“What are you doing?” I asked, not bothering with my food. I wasn’t hungry for what was on the plate.
“Texting,” she replied blandly.
I blinked. Blinked again.
My patience was dwindling.
“Who?”
“The girls.”
A breathy laugh escaped me as I ran a hand through my hair and sat back in my chair. “The girls.”
Her thumbs continued moving, like she was filling them in on her day. “Yep.”
“It’s rude to text at the table,” I told her.
She glanced up long enough to look at me while shesaid, “It’s rude to hold someone’s orgasm over their head, but here we are.”
Two tables over, the elderly couple’s heads swiveled our way.
I ran a hand over my face.
It’d be a goddamn miracle if I didn’t kill her before we found whoever was after me.
Chapter 10
Henley
The frigid air numbed my fingers through my gloves as I stacked bales. I was moving our pile to the other side of the barn after finding water coming in through a fucked board in the wall. With a long winter ahead of us, we couldn’t afford to lose an entire stack to mold.
While the task took entirely too fucking long, all work couldn’t be shoved aside because of the murderous woman currently throwing a monkey wrench into my life. Not only that, but if I stopped helping out around the ranch and didn’t have Aubree as an excuse to disappear, the guys would grow suspicious.
I tossed a bale, mentally calculating how long the last twenty would take me, when a loud clang rang through the air.
I turned, hopping off the stack, and rounded the corner until I found Austin with his head aimed at the ceiling, hands on his hips like he was silently asking for patience.
Moving my gaze, I found a ratchet lying in a pile of bailing twine.
“Piece of fucking shit,” he muttered under his breath.
I crossed my arms, leaning a shoulder against a wood support beam as I eyed the massive dent in the side of the tractor he was working on.
