Page 177 of Stuck With You
“Well, she texted me and told me to tell you all to back the hell off.” Luke holds a hand up. “Her words, not mine.”
We stare at him.
“She messaged you?” Carson’s question is full of irritation.
“Yeah. She said she knows the rest of you don’t listen.” Luke says it so innocently that it almost makes me laugh.
Krissy is as stubborn as they come. She’s angry and hurt, but I really need her to talk to me. It’s been a week. She’ll let me have it, and we can move on. Sarah keeps telling me to give her time, but I need to know how long that will be.
Thankfully, she hasn’t removed me from tracking her location, so I can be sure she makes it home each morning and night.
“I’m taking her some pot roast and vegetables to be sure she’s eating,” Wind says.
The guys scoff.
“What? Millie hasn’t asked her that, and women stop eating when they’re in an emotional state.”
“No, asshole. She eats ice cream and sugary cereal,” Carson says as if his last nerve is spent.
I look at him, wondering how in the hell he knows what Krissy eats when she’s upset.
“Well, even better. She needs a nutritious meal and to know we still love her.”
“I bet she’s fully aware you still love her with all the smothering,” Luke says dryly.
“We aren’t smothering her. We just have to be sure she’s ok. It’s how we operate here,” Carson says, crossing his arms.
“Call it what you want.” Luke waves. “I’ll see you all tomorrow. Let me know if I can help.”
“I’m heading out. The Crock-Pot’s been simmering all day, and I’m taking it over tonight. She needs more than sugar.” Wind is a force to be reckoned with.
“Thanks,” I say, and he salutes.
Trig follows him out.
Carson drops his screwdriver. “Shit!”
“I can’t make her talk to me.” I cross my arms.
“I know. I just hate that she’s hurting alone,” he says softly, but it feels like more than that.
“When are you going home?”
His gaze meets mine. “In a few minutes.”
I stare at him, knowing he spoke to his brother, but I don’t know exactly what they discussed. “That’s not what I mean. It’s time, man. Rip off the Band-Aid and face the fear.”
He points at me. “You worry about your mess, and I’ll worry about mine. I’ll go when I’m good and ready.” Carson’s calm, cool state is ruffled.
“It sucks when the shoe is on the other foot, doesn’t it?” I smile, and he flips me off as I head to my office. “Let me know if you want to talk about it.”
I hear him grumble something on his way out the door.
I shut the computer down and lock up, ready to spend the evening with Sarah and the kids.
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“Swade, wook!”
