No, youre not! Finn shouted and stepped closer to me. Why did you come to my house today? What did you think that would accomplish?
Do you want me to list my titles?That was none of your business! You cant just walk in here and…take over like that.
I didnt ask for your help! she rails. I was handling it!Handling it? Was that before or after he shoved you in the corner and grabbed your arm?My eyes are drawn to her forearm—and the angry, scarlet dots that now mar it. Finger marks. Theyll likely bruise.
Son of a bitch. Gentle but insistent, I take her wrist and elbow, looking closer. I shouldve punched the bastard when I had the chance.Olivia pulls her arm away.
If he needed to be punched, I wouldve done it myself. I dont know what you think this is, but I dont need you riding in here on your white horse. I take care of my business—I take care of myself—just fine. She pushes her hair back from her face and puffs out a breath. Your good deed is done for the day, so why dont you just go?
And I choke. Are you…kicking me out?Then she blinks and hands the pie to Simon. You can have this—its two days old, so I wont sell it. It might be a little dry, but its on the house.
He smiles like a wolf thats just been handed a wounded sheep.You really are an angel, lass.
Can he take a fork with him? I ask. So I dont have to listen to his stomach grumble the entire way.Smirking, she hands over a fork.