Page 39 of Creed

“Are you jealous? You’re insane. I think you might be certifiable. And for your information, I was teasing you.”

“You being with other men isn’t something I find entertaining.”

“Okay, big guy. Noted.”

“Don’t call me big guy.”

“Whatever. Have your man period or whatever this whole mood swing you’ve got going is. I’m going home.”

“You want your keys?” he yells at me.

“I do.”

“Too fucking bad.”

“You’re being childish.”

“Come on. Let’s get your shit. I’ll follow you to make sure you get there safe and sound.”

“Don’t do me any favors.”

“Think we’re already past that. I got your little boyfriend out of trouble for you. Is that what this is? You want to get back with him?”

“What? Where do you even come up with this shit? Are you hearing yourself? I hurt your feelings. I’m sorry. I just need time to process everything. You scare me, Seth.”

“Either you want this, or you don’t. There’s no having one foot in the door and the other ready to run at the first sign of trouble.”

“You should talk about running and pushing people away. That’s you. Not me.”

“I apologized.”

“Good.”

“Fine.”

“Fine.”

“Fuck me. Always got to have the last word, don’t you?”

“No.”

He throws his hands up.

“Are you done? I’m getting hungry and you owe me a dinner date.”

Suddenly he charges at me, dipping down, shoving a shoulder into my waist as he takes me over that shoulder, hanging me upside down, my head reaching his lower back.

“Put me down.”

“Quiet, Lottie.”

Chapter Fourteen

I enter the clubhouse with Lottie banging her fists on my back like a spoiled ass child and everyone is sitting around the tv drinking, but all their eyes are fixed on us. “What?” I grumble and Country chuckles.

“Enjoying the show you two are putting on.”

“Don’t you fuckers have some toilets to scrub or something?”

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