“What?”
Again, I trailed after him as he walked throughmyhouse and acted like he owned the place.
“I usually have lots of protein. If you want something else, let me know. I’m a pretty good cook, as long as it’s not too complicated.”
He marched into the kitchen and pulled out meat, setting it on the counter.
“Wait, why would you make me breakfast?”
“Well, we both have to eat. It only makes sense that on days I cook, I make food for you as well. And you can do the same.”
My eyebrows shot up. “Excuse me?”
“What? We can take turns.”
“Um…no, that is not part of the deal. In fact, there is no deal because this is my house, and I didn’t approve of you living here!”
“But I am, so we might as well make the best of this.”
I sucked in a deep breath, my nostrils flaring as my anger spiked. I was not in the mood for this right now. I wanted to lie in bed and sulk with chips and ice cream, not argue with a man who supposedly had the right to live in my house.
“I will say this one time, and then I’m taking Blake’s method of removing you from my house. You will not stay here. You will not pull out food and cook. You will pack your shit, and you will leave. Do you understand me?”
He smirked at me.
And that was how he ended up laying in a pile of shattered glass outside the back door instead of standing in the kitchen.
Michael shookhis head as he stared at Sam on the ground, covered in blood, then at his wife. “You know, it’s like an infectious disease spreading through our family.”
And then he was on the ground beside Sam.
Blake scoffed at her husband. “Infectious disease, my ass.”
40
ROB
“Stop pouting,”Becky snapped as I slumped in my chair, pretending to work when I was really staring at my wedding pictures. “You’re driving me insane.”
“I’m not pouting. I’m actually doing something very important.”
She snatched the phone out of my hand, ignoring my protests. “Right,” she snorted.
Turning the phone, she showed me a picture of Krista and me at the altar, kissing like newlyweds in love. Which we sort of were, but not really.
“You’re pining for a woman who doesn’t want to be here.”
“Can you blame her? Maggie scared the shit out of her.”
“I think it was more than Maggie. This isn’t exactly a normal place to work.”
“Maybe not, but that doesn’t mean we’re a bad group.”
“Bad? No. Crazy? Absolutely.”
“If we were crazy, then none of you would have gotten married.”
She twirled in her chair, smirking at me. “If you look at the reality of it, most of us have gotten together with someone under extreme circumstances.”