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Hot anger billowed up inside me. "By whom?"
"It's all in the paperwork.” Without another glance my way, he slid back into his car. No wonder the guy hadn't even bothered to close his door.
"Who did this?” I yelled after him but he didn’t even pause.
As he drove off, I threw a rock, hitting his trunk. He sped off, and I stared after him, fuming. “Freaking coward.”
"Maybe I shouldn't go."
Callie's words brought me back to my senses. "No," I grabbed her arm and began to drag her back to the house. "I know who's responsible for all this. I'm not letting him get between you and your dreams. Come on."
Ignoring the sounds of the chainsaw, dropping roof shingles, and milling men who were now bringing in more boxes of flooring, I ushered her towards the stairs. “Go finish packing."
"But—”
"No, no buts. You've been wanting to do this for forever. I'm going to make one phone call, and then we're leaving. I’m taking you for a big breakfast, and then we're dropping you off at the airport." At her rebellious look, I smacked her butt, “Chop chop."
She yelped, giggling, then at my continued insistence, she gave me the biggest, excited grin ever before racing up the stairs. Once I was certain she was in her room, I took in a deep breath. Trying to freaking calm down and deal with my emotions.
It was very nice of him to pay for all this. Like, super nice.
But, there was that dark, niggling feeling in my gut that he had ulterior motives.
Growing up, I saw men like him all the time—they smiled to your face while they stabbed you in the gut.
And this guy, this man, had weaseled his way into my life, being all bossy boss-face, and stubborn, and intrusive.
I didn’t know what his game was, yet, but I wasn’t going to let him push me around.
Placing the envelope on the kitchen counter, I fished my phone out of my pocket. Rook's recent ignored texts lecturing me about eating healthy were on the screen. The guy’d been trying to get me to text him my daily food intake. What a controlling jerk.
I tapped his number and waited—it didn’t take long.
"Hello, Summer." His voice was a dark rumble.
Every time I heard it, it made a shiver race up my spine and my insides flip flop. Goddamn if his voice wasn’t sexy.
"You've got a lot of nerve," I ground out, ignoring the butterflies knocking around in my belly. "I made it quite clear the house wasn't for sale. And! You broke inside!”
“I must admit, I was expecting more of a ‘thank you’.”
“How did you even get a key? Stop coming here, stop letting people into my house without my permission. They could've done something to Callie!"
“That would never happen.”
“How do you know?”
“Because,” he growled, his voice a dark and dangerous sound that sent a prickling sensation across my skin, “they know better."
The firm confidence of this man was unnerving.
“You can't have my house!” I pounded a fist on the kitchen counter. “I’m not selling it to anyone!"
"I'm no longer interested in buying your property."
“I--” his words took the heat from my voice. “You’re not?”
“No.”
