“Ma’am, there are no witnesses,” one of the cops said.“Except for the one that said you fell down.”
“But they’re lying.”
Emma chuckled.“I guess it sucks being you, huh?”
Marley screamed and tried to get to Emma, but the cops grabbed her and led her out of the yard.They heard the cars drive away a few minutes later, and then there was silence.
“I think we need to have a talk about your violent outburst,” Damon said.
Trent grinned.“Yeah, sis.I haven’t seen you fistfight since you were in fifth grade.”
“I guess I lost it.But she deserved it.”
Damon walked her over to one of the outdoor sofas, sat her down, and took a seat beside her.“How much damage did you do to your hands?”he said as he pulled off her garden gloves.
“I don’t think any.The gloves helped.”
Trent snorted.
“What happened to you calling out for one of us?”Damon asked as he looked over her fingers.
“Yeah, sis,” Trent said.“You were supposed to call for us.That’s why one of us was always home.”
She looked back and forth between the men.“Tell me this.If I had, would either of you let me punch her?”
Both men immediately shook their heads.
“There’s your answer,” she said smugly.
The men looked at each other with different levels of trepidation.
“What?”she asked.
“Jesus, woman.You’re going to give us gray hair, aren’t you?”Damon asked her.
“Probably.Now, I’d like to take a shower.”She stood and walked off.The last thing she heard was the guys laughing and Damon’s voice.
“She’ll probably give me an ulcer, but I wouldn’t change a thing about her.”
Trent laughed.“Wow, isn’t that the sweetest?”
Then she heard a grunt from what she assumed was Damon punching her brother.
She grinned as she shed her clothing.
Trent didn’t get it, but that was one of the most romantic things Damon had ever said to her.What woman wouldn’t feel the same way?She was lucky to have a guy like him, and she wasn’t going to ever let him go.He was stuck with her.