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“Good Lord, you’re strong,” I groaned as he dragged me across the floor to the exit.
Just then, I heard the roar of an engine. Caleb turned, taking me with him as we watched a beat-up Chevy four-by-four peel out of the station parking lot and onto the road.
“What did you do?” Caleb exclaimed as I climbed off of him and settled on unsteady feet.
I winced. “I let him go.”
“Why would you do that?” he cried, throwing his arms up and making me flinch, which pissed me off.
“Don’t you yell at me!” I shouted, catching the attention of the irritable clerk behind the counter.
“You need to clear out if you’re going to carry on like that,” she said, pointing at the door.
And now I was getting kicked out of a gas station. Classy.
Caleb caught my arm and pulled me out the front door. He wasn’t hurting me, but the trapped, panicked feeling the sensation evoked had me clawing at his hands. He caught sight of my face and dropped his hands from my arms. But the momentum had me skidding toward the truck, bumping into the side panel with an ooof.
“We’ve spent the better part of a week looking for this guy, and you helped him escape? What the hell is wrong with you? Have I not explained to you how my job works?” Caleb was towering over me, his face livid.
“I wanted him to make the decision for himself!” I exclaimed. “If nothing else, it helps us avoid pesky kidnapping charges. I gave him all of the information for the airfield. He has time to think about it, and I truly, truly believe that he’s going to do the right thing and show up for that flight. Everybody wins. His brother gets a kidney. Mort’s kids get the back child support. And maybe, Mort and Merl can be closer.”
“You don’t get to make those decisions!” he exclaimed. “You don’t get to just decide which cases are OK to pursue and which ones aren’t. You don’t get to interfere with how I make my living, which is how I support the both of us, by the way.”
“I do have an issue with how you make your living. And I never asked you to support me. You just scooped me up and put me in your pocket. You didn’t ask me what I wanted. You just insisted that you knew what was best for me.”
“Because you’re incapable of using common sense! You just throw yourself into these stupid situations because you refuse to listen to anybody else!” Caleb shouted. I could feel cold fear winding through my belly, crawling up my spine. My jaw clenched tight. It was better that way, to keep myself from saying something stupid, from making it worse. “Somebody has to look out for you.”
I held my hands up defensively, my back pressed against the truck as Caleb yelled.
“And all the while, you sneak around behind my back, doing God knows what, because you decided that you know better. Who do you think you are?”
I nodded, my face practically buried in my own shoulder. I was folding in on myself, trying to make myself smaller. I could feel all of those old instincts creeping back.
And that pissed me off.
And for once, instead of flinching away, I lunged. “What makes you think you can talk to me like that?” I shouted, advancing and shoving my finger into his face. The loud, raging voice coming out of me didn’t even sound like my own. Caleb seemed just as shocked, considering the way he backed up. “Don’t you talk to me like I’m some stupid child. You don’t stand over me and scream at me until I agree with you. Just who the hell do you think you are?”
“I’m someone who cares about you,” Caleb said, his voice considerably calmer.
“So that gives you the right to make any sort of decision for me? Do you think this is what I wanted? Do you think I would have spent one minute with you if I knew how ‘protective’ you would be?”
Hurt and guilt flashed simultaneously across his features as his body relaxed from its confrontational stance. “OK, OK. You’re right,” he conceded. “I shouldn’t have raised my voice. Or dragged you around like that. That was wrong.”
But I was long past hearing what he had to say. “How dare you!” I yelled, advancing on Caleb until he backed into another truck with a thunk. “How dare you tell me what to do, where to go, what to wear, who to talk to?”
Caleb frowned and shook his head. “I never said anything about what you’re wearing. I just gave you a bag of clothes.”
“I am a person, damn it. I’m an adult! I was smart enough to get through school. Why wasn’t I smart enough to see you for what you are? Why couldn’t I see the stupid excuses I was making for you? Why?”
Caleb stood there, dumbfounded, as I ranted at him and cried. I got angry enough to swing at him, something that would shame me later. He ducked the blow easily and caught my arms to prevent a second round. So I kicked him in the shins, which he clearly didn’t expect. The sight of him yelping and grabbing at his leg was enough to snap me out of my conniption fit.
My arms dropped to my sides as Caleb stared at me in horror. We were lucky the clerk hadn’t called the cops on us.
I’d hurt him—not much, but the expression on his face was enough to make my stomach roll all over again. I dashed behind the truck and tossed my lunch all over the gravel of the parking lot. And I felt like a first-prize idiot.
Yes, Caleb was occasionally annoying and consistently overprotective, but he’d never done anything remotely hurtful to me. He’d never called me names, never made me feel inadequate or small. Heck, if the bruises currently healing on his shins were any indication, I’d done more physical damage to him than he’d done to me. Over and over, Caleb had shown me that he was not Glenn. He deserved a lot of things, but being my emotional punching bag by proxy was not one of them.
I rinsed my mouth with the water Caleb pressed into my hand. He helped me climb into the truck, and I tucked my arms around my folded legs. I glanced through the front window of the station and saw the clerk watching us warily. Caleb pulled out of the parking lot and drove silently back to the motel. He didn’t talk during the drive or while we walked into the motel or even while I stripped down and showered, trying to fight off the chills with lukewarm water.
