Say no more! I’ll send Rafe
Well, that’s not too bad, I guess. Time to dig into this bear shifter book that Archie’s sent me while I wait.
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‘I close my eyes, placing my hand over my mouth to quieten my sobs as heavy footsteps pad across the forest floor. For his size, he’s surprisingly nimble on his feet, but I don’t think he knows where I am.
He moves slowly past me, and I decide to make a run for it, but my foot gets caught on a branch sticking out from the floor, my arms windmilling around as I go flying through the air and straight into the path of the black bear…’
Banging on my window scares me half to death, so much so that my e-reader flies out of my hands. I turn to glare at the inconsiderate arse, and Ethan’s grumpy face stares back at me. He rolls his hand, gesturing at the window.
I haven’t spoken to Ethan since his jibe about me not being invited to Sunday Dinner at the Petersons all those months ago. So when I roll the window down, I can’t help but snip.
“Oh, joy, the miserable twin.”
He huffs out a breath. “Cute. Are you ready? I haven’t got all day.”
“What’s going to happen to my car?
“Rafe will get it towed to his garage. Now, out.”
Searching behind him, I cross my arms. “Rafe isn’t out there. Am I supposed to just leave my car in the middle of nowhere?”
He swipes a hand down his face. “He’s on a job and has the location. Now stop being annoying and get out of the goddamn car.”
Giving him the finger, I grab my things from the passenger seat and check my e-reader for damage, but luckily for Ethan, it’s fine. Opening my door, I step out as Ethan takes my bags out of my hands and gestures with a nod of his head towards his car.
Man of many words.
When he gets in, I say. “You know, we have an hour's journey home. Are you going to stay silent and brooding the whole time?”
He side eyes me before shaking his head. “I don’t brood.” He turns to face forward.
I mimic his words and shake my head. This is going to be a long drive.
Twenty minutes into the journey, Ethan switches off the music I put on.
Rude.
I make a popping sound with my mouth and look closely as his eye ticks. Stifling a giggle when I cluck my tongue, his knuckles whiten on the steering wheel.
I’m just about to make a whale noise when Ethan grinds out. “For the love of god, please stop making those ridiculous noises. You and my brother are perfect for each other.”
I can’t help the laugh that bursts out of me, but Ethan’s face doesn’t even twitch a little bit. My smile drops, and so do my shoulders. “I know you don’t like me, Ethan, and that’s fine, but I’m not a bad person.” I turn my head as my eyes follow the rolling night out of the window, a tear falling down my cheek.
Ethan shifts in his seat and clears his throat. “I don’t hate you.”
I snort. “Sure, could have fooled me.”
Ethan sighs. “I’ve never given you any reason to think I hate you.”
“You don’t smile when I say hello.”
He rolls his eyes. “I don’t smile at anyone.”
I point at him. “Ha. You told me I wasn’t invited to Sunday Dinner.”
His cheeks tinge a slight pink. “That was – I didn’t mean it, in the way you thought I meant it.”
