That’s the burning question I ask each time, which in the last six months has been damn near every week. I literally have nothing to win by fucking with them. Other than maybe thesatisfaction of pissing them off, but honestly, I don’t care. I just don’t fucking care.
I have a million other things to worry about more than causing stupid issues for a family I would rather pretend doesn’t exist.
“I have no idea. Joy?”
“I have no joy.”
He laughs. “Do you mind if I talk to your sisters and father?”
“Have at it. In fact, detain them all. It would make my night peaceful.”
Jimmy has five sisters and two brothers. I’m pretty sure he can more than understand that statement.
“Are you coming to play cards tomorrow?” he asks as we walk outside to the barn closest to the house where Harper’s office is. When we get outside, he claps his hand on my shoulder, and I give him a look that clearly shows my disdain for him. “Sorry. I have to do my job.”
I know he does, but it doesn’t mean I like it. We enter the barn and head to the office where I really can’t wait to watch my sister’s reaction when she sees him. There is no love lost between those two.
“I’m a maybe for playing cards. I need to do some work here beforehand.”
“You can take a break, Tris.”
I wish that was the case, but each day, this farm racks up more things to do than I get done. It’s a never-ending list that I can’t make a dent in. We have over four hundred acres of land, fifteen pastures, four barns, the chicken coop, and the goats, not to mention the two hundred head of horses that fund the whole operation.
I shrug. “I’ll text you.”
My phone pings at that exact moment, and we both look down. Freaky.
I pull it out, expecting something from Sadie since that’s her typical reaction to when we fight. She sulks, then texts, and then we hug it out.
Not the healthiest way, but it’s working for us at this point.
Only it’s not Sadie.
Lark
I swear, I didn’t call the cops. I didn’t even know Ryan did this time. However, if you did do it…stop.
I didn’t.
Lark
This is out of control. Every week we find something else.
Well, I hope you find who’s doing it, because it isn’t us.
Lark
I hope so too. Still, I didn’t call, and I didn’t know that Ryan was going to.
Thanks for letting me know.
When I look up, Jimmy is staring at me.
“What?” I ask, twisting my unconscious smile back into my typical scowl.
“Oh, nothing.”
I glare at him. “Fuck off.”
