“Yes. For the last time, yes!”
For a moment, Bailey expected steam to come out of Seth’s ears. He didn’t like it when she showed she had a backbone. His face turned redder, his glassy eyes got bigger as they bounced from her face to the phone, then back again.
Realizing they were getting nowhere fast, Bailey slowly turned away and opened the drawer to get her pajamas. She held them to her chest as she moved around Seth to the bathroom.
“Rafe fucking Sharpe, Bailey?”
Bailey sighed as she stepped into the bathroom. Before she could close the door, Seth slammed his hand against the wood, causing it to hit her shoulder. She stumbled backward but remained upright.
“Are you fuckin’ him, Bailey?” he shouted, the stench of beer wafting on his breath.
“God, no,” she declared, her anger building. “You know I’m not.”
“I don’t know anything about you anymore. You’re always gone, out till all hours of the damn night.”
Was he serious?
“I work at night,” she hissed. “Every night.”
“That’s what you say. Now I’m not so sure that’s the case.”
The more he spoke, the more he slurred, which meant Seth was way past drunk.
Hoping to diffuse the situation, Bailey softened her tone. “You know I work with Rafe. And he drives me home, Seth. Since you refuse to let me take your car.”
“You have no right gettin’ in a car with him.”
She did not want to argue with him. Not tonight. She’d had enough arguments for one day.
Bailey rolled her eyes. “And how do you expect me to get home, huh?”
“You’re a smart girl. You can figure it out. You got two legs. Use ‘em.”
Of course he would say that. Seth didn’t care that she had to walk three miles to get home from the bar, usually at two o’clock in the morning.
“Or maybe that’s what you’re doin’,” he snarled. “Are you spreadin’ your legs for Rafe Sharpe, Bailey? Lettin’ that bastard fuck you in his truck every night?”
Her anger ignited, but she swallowed it back. She’d never cheated on Seth, and he knew it. He merely wanted a fight.
Seth watched her for long seconds before finally saying, “I don’t want you anywhere near that damn murdering son of a bitch. You hear me? I catch you with him again…” He turned to go.
His words pissed her off, and though she knew she should let him walk away, let him sleep off the alcohol, she couldn’t.
“Maybe if you gave a shit, Seth, I wouldn’t have to get a ride with other people. You’d think you could stay sober long enough to pick me up.”
Seth spun around, stabbed a finger in her direction. “You’re a grown woman, Bailey. I didn’t sign on to be your goddamn chauffeur. Get your own fucking car. Drive your own ass to and from.”
“You’re right. You didn’t sign on to be my chauffeur,” she yelled. “You signed on to be my boyfriend!”
He barked a laugh. “And you think a boyfriend drops everything to cart his whiny ass girlfriend all over the place? Hell no, Bailey. I’ve got better things to do than sit around and wait for you.”
“Well,” she said with a huff. “I’ve got better things to do, too.”
“Good. I suggest you do them.”
Bailey stared at him for a moment, ignoring the way her chest squeezed. “Why’d you ask me to move in with you, Seth?”
His eyebrows angled down.
