Page 28 of Three Days of Holiday

Before I could do any of those things, a loud metal-against-metal screech cut through the quiet of the day. Even Bacon whined and lowered his head. The sliding door of Will’s truck latched on to the top and someone jumped into the back, causing the truck to bounce.

“That your girlfriend?” I asked, giving Will a level stare promising pain if he lied.

Although I’d never been able to catch him lying before.

A man popped his head out from the back of the truck and smiled at me as if he had heard my question.

Will coughed quickly. “No, my assistant, Jack.”

“That’s a shame,” I continued, still too riled to hold my words. “The two of you make a nice couple.”

Rather than take the bait and say something rudeback, Will shook his head and smiled. “I don’t have a girlfriend.”

I tilted my head to the side and raised one eyebrow, even though it allowed the wind to dry out my eyeball. Sacrifices needed to be made in the name of sarcasm. “It didn’t look that way yesterday.”

“There was this one woman I wanted to ask, but she turned out to be a little crazy.” At first I thought his eyes held pity, but after his comments I had to guess it was more jerkface-ness.

I stop scratching Bacon’s ears, rose to my full height, and crossed my arms. “Are you talking about me?”

Did William Causebay really have the audacity to call me crazy? Me?

He was the only crazy person in the parking lot. Crazy with a death wish.

“I don’t seem to find myself attracted to any other crazy females,” he said in what he thought an answer but wasn’t.

“What about Diane?” I countered.

She looked crazy. Her dark hair and light blue eyes with her skinny frame made her absolutely gorgeous, but something in her eyes warned she was on top of the crazy scale.

Will zipped up his coat to keep himself warm against the cold. “Is that what this is about? Holly, you don’t even understand.”

He was right. I didn’t understand. I didn’t understand how he could lie to me and then kiss me the way he had in this very parking lot. I didn’t understand a lot of things about William Causebay.

But with this, I was pretty sure I had it all figured out. “Oh, I do, Will.”

Men were the same—testosterone-filled junkies.

Just as the two of us were standing off against one another and Will looked like he had something more to say, Hale came barreling out of the building at a run.

He knocked Will into my sister’s car as he had the day before. See? Testosterone assholes. All of them.

“Are you talking to my sister?”

Will looked at Hale like he was a moron. Because he was. “Yes.”

I said he had a death wish.

Hale butted his chest against Will, making sure he couldn’t escape. “I told you what would happen if you looked at her.”

“What?” I asked, grabbing hold firmly of Hale’s upper arm even though I knew it wouldn’t do any good.

Hale leveled his crazy gaze at Will. “Murder.”

For what it was worth, Will didn’t back away. He stood up against my brother, just waiting. Crazy.

And to prove I was also a completely crazy person and definitely needed therapy, or at least three fewer brothers, I actually swooned. I mean, Will was risking murder for me and hadn’t even flinched.

What a stupid man.

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