Page 33 of My Mistake To Make

What the fuck is happening? She has the whole town under a spell. The whole town, me included, because I’d be lying if I said the way she talks to me doesn’t get my dick hard, but come on, this is ridiculous.

I’m waiting for materialsto be delivered, so there’s not much I can do at the house right now. I decide to go to the diner for some lunch for a change because I’m sick of sandwiches on the back of my truck. I push open the door, and long blonde and purple hair stops me in my tracks. She’s fucking everywhere.

‘What do you think of this one?’ she asks as Merv leans over the counter toward her.

‘It’s nice, but I think it’ll get stained up pretty quick.’

I approach and see what they’re discussing. What the fuck? She’s talking to Merv about the kitchen.

‘What’s going on?’

‘Oh, hey, Doug. Cara was just showing me the options.’ He smiles at me, but I turn my eyes to the woman smiling sweetly up at me.

‘I asked if you had time to discuss them—you didn’t.’

‘No, I didn’t have time to discuss them withyou. I wanted to get Merv’s opinion.’

I glare at Merv, who presses his lips together, amused. The fucker.

‘Cara, I need to get this ordered.’

‘Doug, the longer the house takes, the more you get paid, so I’m very surprised you’re rushing me.’

The fuck? I hear the low chuckle of Greta Clancy and snap my attention to her, glaring.

‘Don’t you turn those mad eyes on me, Douglas Campbell. You forget I changed your diapers. Don’t make me lay all your shit bare.’

This whole town is fucking insane. I press my finger into the plans on the counter.

‘If you would be so kind as to let me know what you’re going with, I’d appreciate it.’

‘I will. Once I know. You made the rules, Doug.’ I glare at her, and she smiles that fucking beautiful smile that’s infuriating the shit out of me right now. ‘I’m not allowed near the house until you say so. I’m the owner, not a worker. I’ve kept up my end, so would you be kind as to back off and let me decide what I want in my own time?'

I hold her attention for a moment longer before turning and stomping out of the diner. I forgot my lunch but fuck it. She’s pissing me off.

‘Why do you look so pissed?’ Zoe asks as she slides me a beer.

I drove back up to the house and stomped around for a couple of hours. After eating my sandwiches on the back of my truck, of course. Now I’m sitting in the bar in a fucking bad mood.

‘Fuckin’, Cara. She has the whole town eating out of her hand.’

My sister laughs. ‘Because she’s nice to people, Doug. You could try it.’

‘Except me. She’s got no fuckin’ time to talk to me.’ Yes, I heard how whiny that was, but I don’t care.

‘Aww is wittle Dougy feeling weft out?’ She reaches over to pinch my cheek, and I swat her hand away.

‘Fuck you.’

‘You said you don’t like her, and she heard you. What do you expect?’ She shrugs, then leans in closer and lowers her voice. ‘Unless, of course, you’re ready to admit that’s not true.’

‘I didn’t mean, fuck it, it doesn’t matter. It’s easier this way anyway. I just wish she’d make some fucking decisions so I can get shit done.’

‘This one.’ The Scottish accent startles me, and I turn to see Cara dropping the brochure onto the bar, her choice circled in red. ‘Now you can get shit done.’

And then she turns, and she’s gone, and Zoe laughs.

‘Oh, you’re right. She has zero time for you.’

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