Page 38 of Resisting Nature

“You have some nerve calling me, Miles Fischer,” I bark. “How dare you play around with me like I’m one of your skanky playthings who doesn’t fucking matter? You write one thing to me and then go sleep with another woman? Am I some sort of sick joke to you?” My entire body trembles now as I pour everything into my words. “I don’t ever want to see you again. Lose my goddamn number, and if you ever see me in town, turn the other way. You are nothing to me.” I don’t pause. “Fuck. You.” Hanging up isn’t as satisfying as I hoped since I can only push a damn red button.

But it’s all I have.

And now that the words are out there, the pain intensifies to the point I nearly fall over into the passenger seat as I gasp for breath. I feel like I’m dying. And dammit, I haven’t fought this hard in my life to survive to go out like this. I’m going to the damn doctor.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Miles

The fuck?

What just happened?

Where do you want me to start?

Hell, no.

Snarling, my phone nearly shatters in my hand as I drop it to my side only to fall short of forgetting I’m sitting in my Jeep.

“Fuck!” Sitting a block away from Missy’s house, I was hoping to get through to Alexa and finally have that talk we have been denying. It’s too long overdue.

After that call, I’d say you better start getting used to the pain.

If I tighten my jaw anymore, I’m going to break a tooth.

That isn’t the pain I’m referring to.

I know.

I don’t know what to do now. My body takes over, my mind too far from being able to truly focus on driving, but somehow, I manage to get the Jeep started and pulled onto the street. As much as I want to drive past Missy’s, I’d be recognized and might get the police on my ass about some bullshit about harassment or some other shit.

Instead, I point to the left and make my way back to the interstate.

I’m not sure what I’m going to do with myself now.

I tried to get some work done at the ranch at first light with my dad, but he kicked my ass out of the machine shed when I tried to beat the shit out of a tractor. He’s a man who should understand better than anyone what I’m going through and didn’t bat an eye when he told me to go bug Derek at the bar instead of disturbing him and Roper’s work.

It isn’t any better there. Mason is on hishoneymoonat home with Rylie. When I showed up, Derek, the moody bastard, should know what I’m dealing with, but he was an asshole as well.

He kicked me out of my own damn bar.

And for some reason, you think it’s a good idea to track down our mate and talk to her with your piss-poor attitude.

Did I mention I’m really not thinking at the moment?

Since leaving the reception last night, I’ve lost control of myself. I didn’t sleep a single minute. Instead, I took off for a run in the woods behind my house and didn’t return until right before the sun began to crest the horizon with pale pinks and yellows to mark the new day.

I never broke a sweat throughout the night, which did little to tamp my frustration.

She said you slept with another woman last night. I think you need to put Thea in her place once and for all and get to work proving yourself to Alexa.

“I don’t even want to see Thea again, much less talk to her.”

You need to deal with the whore.

It’s nice how I have my own built-in Jiminy Cricket who gives me another perspective on shit I already know!

I’m not a fucking cricket.

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