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Fuck.

I glared at him.

"Take me back to Headlands," I demanded.

He nodded.

We got up, waved to Genevieve, and got the fuck out of there, driving back to the compound. Not saying a word the entire time.

When he stopped the truck, I opened the door, managed out, "Thanks for the ride," and ran into the bunkhouse, down the hall, into the bedroom, which was mercifully empty, shut the door, and called Amelia.

I briefed her about our fight and she started asking questions.

“He’s just so yucky conservative.”

“You knew that from the first,” Amelia replied.

"He referred to women as just pussy," I complained. I started pacing the room.

"We've done that," she said reasonably.

"Ugh, but it was different with him."

"We do it too, Marie. We talk about men's bodies too. Does he walk all over you?"

"No."

"Does he listen to you?" Uh, oh. She was getting into lawyer interrogation mode.

"Yes." I kept pacing.

"Does he force you to do something you don't want to do?" Major badass lawyer interrogation mode.

I blew out a breath. "No."

"Does he want you to change?"

I felt defensive. "He dared me to eat ice cream."

"A dare is different. And did you?"

"McConnell's."

"Good choice. Yum. I may have to go there with Ryan soon. Sorry, I'm digressing. He doesn't make you not beyou, though, does he?"

"No. He takes me as I am. He just argues with me when he doesn't agree with me. But he doesn't tell me to not be me," I said in a whisper.

"There's your answer," she said gently.

Fuck. Maybe.

"How do you feel about him?"

"I only want to be with him. When we went to Tri-County, I saw Jeremy—"

She snorted. "Man Bun? How is he?"

"Well he paled in comparison to Will."