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I turned and faced Harm, leaning heavily against him. “I might murder him,” I whispered.
Harm slid his hand to my neck and gave it a gentle squeeze.
“Right, time for you, the Lord, King David, and whoever the hell else you’re fuckin’ to get the hell outta here,” Harm said.
Bryce jabbed a finger in his face. “I take orders from no man, only the Lord has the authority to guide my steps.”
Harm caught his arm, twisted it behind his back, simultaneously grabbing him by the scruff of his neck, so he had to bend at the waist, and pushed him toward the door. “Then, how about you go in the name of the Lord before I get all Old Testament on your ass?”
Harm opened the door, and shoved him out, booting him in the ass as he did, causing Bryce to fall flat on his face. He let out a few non swear curses getting to his knees.
“Hey, look at that, he’s already on his knees, repenting in prayer,” Harm said.
I heard the sprinklers sputter on and chuckled. “The Lord must have heard you, Bryce. He’s sent holy water.”
I slammed the door closed, locking it behind me before bursting into both tears and laughter. “Promise me you will never, and I mean,never, call me Brynley.”
“You got it,” he promised.
CHAPTER FOUR
Brynley
“How long were you married to that asshole?” Harm asked.
“Eighteen years,” I said, sniffing. “Oh my god, he stole the key off my child’s keyring and made one for himself.” I started to shake.
“Jesus.” He crossed his arms and studied me. “What can I do?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, I’m havin’ a real hard time not wrappin’ my arms around you, but considerin’ we just met, I don’t wanna freak you the fuck out.”
I pushed off the door and walked into his arms, letting the warmth of his embrace help ease the grossness of what just happened.
“Are you workin’ tomorrow?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said. “Twelve hours.”
“I’ll be there as well for a few hours,” he said. “But I was thinkin’ I could swing by here when I’m done and change your locks.”
“You don’t need to do that.”
“I’m offering, Bryn,” he said, giving me a squeeze. “I can pick up everything and meet you here when you get home.”
I bit my lip. “Briggs’ll be here.”
“Right. Well, we can do it another time, but let’s do that sooner than later, okay?”
“Yeah,” I breathed out, pulling away from him. “You know what’s so fucked up?”
“What?”
“I’ve had a new front door and garage door lock for almost a year. I just haven’t had a chance to install it.”
“You didn’t want to get your kid to do it?”
I rolled my eyes. “I love my kids, don’t get me wrong, but Bryce did not teach them how to do manly things. I could have done it myself, but I just thought he should teach them, you know? I was going to hire a handyman to do it for me, I just haven’t had the time or the extra money.”
