Page 78 of Changing Tides

“Are you mad at me?”

“Of course not. Why would I be mad?”

I shake my head. “Never mind. I just need to get the fridge back in place, and I’ll be out of your hair,” I say.

“What do I owe you?”

“Already covered.”

“What do you mean, already covered?”

“Nana promised me blackberry cobbler.”

“I can pay you,” she states.

“I know you can, but you’re not.”

She growls at me, “Fine. I’m taking a shower. Lock the door when you leave.”

Sebastian

Ishould finish what I’m doing, walk out the door, get in my vehicle, and drive away.

I should, but I’m not going to. Instead, I leave the refrigerator where it’s at and follow her.

It’s taken all my self-restraint to stay away from her since my conversation with Parker, and I thought this intense pull I had toward her was under control, but I was fucking kidding myself.

Seeing her all pissed and ready to fight broke any willpower I had been holding on to.

When I push into the bathroom, her surprised eyes meet mine in the mirror.

“What are you doing?” she asks as she turns to face me.

I step into the cramped space, and she steps back.

“You mad at me?” I ask.

“No.”

I take another step, and her attempt to move is halted when she hits the vanity.

“Why are you mad?”

Her hands come up, and she pushes against my chest.

I grab her wrist.

“Why?”

“I don’t know why,” she yells.

“I’m sorry I haven’t been around. It’s crazy this time of year,” I tell her.

“Whatever,” she bites out as she looks away from me.

I hook a finger under her chin and guide her eyes back to mine.

“I was an inconsiderate asshole, and I’m sorry. Let me make it up to you.”

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