Page 59 of Enraged

He wrinkled his nose in disgust. “Are you going to forgive him?”

I thought it over for a moment. “No.”

He sighed. “I’ll forgive them both because I don’t deserve the burden of what comes with holdin’ onto it, but I ain’t gonna forget and she ain’t stayin’ in my house.”

“Did they agree to what you asked them to do?”

He made a noise that was somewhere between a scoff and a laugh. “I didn’t ask them. I told them… but they both nodded their heads.”

Jace is going to throw all my shit out into the yard.

“I hope he doesn’t mess up all my stuff. All my stuff is there for my candle business.”

“He won’t mess up your things. Destruction of property would cost him his job at the fire department. He knows he’s already lost enough,” he promised.

I tried to believe him. “Okay. Why did you tell him we weren’t leaving for four hours?”

He grinned. “I believe someone wanted a snow day.”

Dakota

“You’re sure Chief said the roads weren’t bad?” Lena asked for the tenth time.

“He said they were fine. He said they had only responded to one accident, and it was a single car DUI. No weather related events.”

She fidgeted nervously. “Do we leave the food on the back porch or take it with us?

“Chief said three to four more inches are comin’ this way tomorrow so I guess we will take it with us. I don’t want to put it in the fridge, and have it spoil because we don’t know when the power will be back on.”

“Damn, more snow?”

I nodded. “That’s what Chief said.”

“I’ll go grab the stuff off the porch!”

“While you do that, I’ll go get the rest of our stuff loaded up.” As she headed out the back door, I walked out the front. Ten minutes later, I was walkin’ back across the yard, everything loaded up and ready to go.

That candle bag is entirely too damn heavy for her to be carrying around.

I slipped inside the front door. “Loo, ya ready?”

No response.

I walked to the back door. There she stood at the picnic table, slowly putting things into a bag.

She’s definitely stalling.

I slip open the door. “How are you still baggin’ stuff up? It was only like eight things. I already put your stuff in your car, my stuff in my truck and I’m already done. And let’s not forget I had to walk fifteen miles to your car to start with because of who you are as a person.”

She shot me a dirty look. “I wanted to pack it neatly.”

I tossed some sandwich meat into the bag. “I’m sure it’s fine. I’m gonna go upstairs and double check that the fire is out, and I’ll meet you in the living room.”

“Okay,” she answered quietly.

Maybe she doesn’t want to leave?

After making sure the fireplace was flame free, I met her at the kitchen counter. “Okay, girlie pop. Let’s go!” I picked the bag of food up from the top of the counter.

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