Page 126 of Lost Trust

“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” I mutter.

I step back and reach down for my hat. I place it on my head and turn for the door.

“Trust?”

I glance back at her.

“You look like a fucking wet dream in that dress,” I say, my voice rough. “And I’m mighty tempted to take you home and fuck some sense into you.”

She gasps, and hurt flashes in her eyes.

“But I’m not interested in being your revenge fuck.”

Her eyes narrow.

For a second, I think she might say something.

Instead, she turns and tears past me.

Her fist slams into the gate leading off the patio, sending it swinging wide as she disappears down the ramp that wraps around the side of the building.

I close my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose.

Fuck!

I have half a mind to let her walk her ass all the way back to the ranch, but a minute later, I’m pushing away from the railing and following her anyway.

I find her halfway across the parking lot.

“Rina!”

She keeps walking.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?”

She throws a hand up without turning around. “Away from you!”

I lengthen my stride. “Not happening, sweetheart.”

She whips around. “I don’t need you following me.”

“Yeah, well, I’m not letting you storm off into the night by yourself.”

“I can take care of myself. I’ve been doing a good fucking job of it my entire life.”

“I know you can.”

I catch up to her before she can put any more distance between us and wrap an arm around her waist.

She immediately starts fighting me. “Let me go!”

“No.”

She kicks at the pavement, twisting in my hold, but I keep my grip firm enough to keep her from breaking free.

“Stop fighting me,” I roar.

“Put me down.”