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“If you think I’m leaving you this time, you’re highly mistaken.”
I suck in a breath at the seriousness in his tone.
He leans down, caging me in against the dresser. “And if you open that mouth to argue, I’ll find something better to do with it.”
My eyes widen and he smirks. “I’ll make us some breakfast.”
Chapter 33
Tilly
Greyson disappeared downstairs, so I change my clothes and try to make myself halfway presentable. A little canceler helped cover the spot on my lip and other than the fact my scalp is a little tender, I look completely normal.
I was dressed for comfort since I was apparently working from home today. When I made it downstairs, Greyson was standing in front of Nelson’s cage. He’s hunched down, seemingly intrigued by my quill covered pet.
“Meet Nelson,” I said as I hit the last step.
“Where the hell did you get this?” He stands up straight. “He bristled up at me.”
I laugh and lean down to be eye level with him. “He’s a great judge of character.” I stick my finger in the cage, and his little nose taps my fingertip. “You might want to do some self reflection.”
He snorts. “What did he think of your fiancé?”
“Ex-fiancé,” I correct. “And Blaine never even acknowledged him.”
He reaches for his coat that’s laying across the counter. “I already told Dixie I’d do a volunteer day today. I got a few boys coming this morning, but there are pancakes on the stove.”
“Of course.” I shake my head. “You don’t have to hover over me, Greyson. I’m fine. I’m sure you have more important things to deal with.”
Like the articles floating around about the altercation with his father. We haven’t gotten a chance to talk about that yet.
His face grows serious after he flicks the collar of his jacket. “Rosie, I don’t know how to be any clearer.” He steps to me, his palms land on each side of my face. “There is nothing more important to me than you.”
I practically melted in a puddle.
“I’m not comfortable with you being alone while I’m gone. Just in case that asshole decides to show back up.” He drops a kiss on my hair. “I called Camille. She’s coming over.”
I feel empty the second he steps away. The way he keeps dropping kisses on me was sweet, and I hate to even admit it, but I was dying for them to land on my lips. For him to just grip me in his strong hands and kiss me stupid like he did last month. But he didn’t. He sets the alarm, then walks out the door.
I know what he’s doing. The ball is in my hands, and he’s letting me run the play.
I feel the anger radiating from every female body in my cabin.
Apparently when Greyson called Camille, she was already getting dressed to come over. She had a feeling last night. Some people may think we are full of it, but the twin thing is real shit. Since she knew something was up, she gathered the reinforcements. I’m now getting the look from three very pissed off women.
“I’m sorry he what?” Bekka gasps.
“I’m with her.” Elle hikes a thumb in Bekka’s direction. “What the hell did he do to you, Tilly?”
Camille scoffs. “What he did was sign a death warrant.”
“Oh hell no.” Elle stands next to Bekka. “Easton has a nice set of golf clubs. I can grab those.” She downs the remaining liquid in her glass of lemonade I made just minutes ago.
“Adam has a bat and I think a hockey stick too.” Bekka adds.
“Ok the last thing we need is you two in jail,” Camille reasons.
“Your dad loves me. He wouldn’t put me in jail,” Bekka says.
