I’m eager to get started and get away from Cat so I say, “Not necessary. How about right now?”
Jackson’s expression flashes with surprise. “You sure?”
“I’ve got nothing else to do. Quicker we get on it, the better off we’ll be.”
Jackson flashes a smile at his sister. “I like him already.”
“Great.” A muscle in her jaw jumps, as I’m pretty sure she’s gritting her teeth.
I repress a smile.
She glares at me. “I was about to show you to the cabin.”
“I’ll come find you later.”
“Fine.”
Jackson looks down at his fiancée. “You coming, darlin’?”
Gwen glances around at the three of us before shaking her head. “I’ll catch up. I want to check on Natalie and talk to Cat first.”
He snakes an arm around her waist and pulls her close, kissing her firmly on the mouth before releasing her. He turns to me. “Ready?”
“As I’ll ever be.” I shift my attention to Cat. “Later, boss.”
She smiles, but her eyes are giving me a big ol’fuck you.
Well, I can’t win them all.
And with her, that’s probably not a bad thing.
2
Cat
Yes, I definitely hate him.
I glare at Caden’s departing form as he struts off with my brother. He left before I could argue with him about the irrigation schedule. His implication that it’s wrong scratches at me, like a mosquito bite.
He can’t tell anything from a distance.Right?
“Well, well, well, this is interesting.”
I jerk my attention away from the man in question at the sound of Gwen’s voice.
She’s beaming at me, all bright eyed and curious.
I love my future sister-in-law. She’s the ray of sunshine we all needed. Not only has she brought Jackson kicking and screaming into having the life he deserves, she is completely devoted to my six-year-old niece, Natalie, who has cerebral palsy and needs full-time care.
I couldn’t ask for a better momma for the little girl who’s the center of all our lives, and I’m grateful every day for the joy Gwen’s brought to both Jackson and Natalie, but right now I do not like the way she’s looking at me.
I’m going to ignore her comment, because I’m 100-percent sure I don’t want to know what she means.
“Jackson likes him,” I say.
She glances back at the two men disappearing around the bend. “Doesn’t surprise me one bit. They’re cut from the same cloth.”
“Both arrogant dickheads, huh?” The words are out before I can stop them.