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Poor Gwen looks like she would rather be somewhere else than in Shamus’s arms.
Awkward. Much?
Is it just me, or are we all wondering what the hell Shamus saw in this beautiful yet ugly creature?
And then the waterworks start. Crocodile tears are the worst. Fake it until you make it, I guess.
“You have got to be kidding me,” I mutter.
“Shamus, I’ll take Gwen to her bedroom if you want to sort out theex.”Angus emphasizes the last word.
“No. I can take Gwendoline to her room. If ye have Ophelia covered, then I am done here, and so is Birgitta.” He turns and walks toward the bi-folding doors with Gwen looking over his broad shoulder, grinning and wiggling her fingers at Birgitta. That’s my girl.
Gwen’s response is like waving a red flag in front of an angry bull. “You will be hearing from my lawyer,” Birgitta growls at me when Shamus is no longer in earshot.And the girl just keeps on wagging her mouth.“You are bluffing. There is no footage of what happened. The retar—Alice is too stupid to film us.”
She may have halted finishing off that word, but we all know what she was going to say.
Big. Mistake.
“What the—”
“I’ve got this covered, Angus. No filming, Alice. I would prefer it if you looked away.”
“Okay. I am not looking.”
I bend down with lightning speed, slapping Birgitta’s cheek with enough impact that my hand smarts and her head whips to the side. She gasps in shock. I feel the sting through my fingers, but it is worth the sensation from the stunned reaction on Birgitta’s face. “You got suitably warned. And that never happened. I have eyewitnesses.”
I am ready for her when she rears up on her knees, her arm drawn back. “Don’teven think of retaliating,” Angus rumbles with his hands fisted on his hips, standing over Birgitta, or I will be calling the Sheriff who is a family friend.”
We appear like two death adders ready to strike, but I am still not dumb enough to get into it with her and be hit with a lawsuit. A slap on the face is a small price to pay for her behavior, and that was for Alice, not for me. Bitch still hasn’t apologized.
“Birgitta…” Alice pauses, coming in closer. “Listen to this.” The volume gets turned up on her phone. I can’t see what is playing, but I can hear every word and the smacking sound of my face. “Proof enough?”
The model’s face loses color.
“Birgitta, ye only have to worry about me and nobody else.Iwill be the one posting that video on every social media platform I can get my hands on if ye don’t apologize to Alice and Ophelia right now. Ye have one second to decide. Go.” Angus wants her out of here.
“Sorry for using that word, Alice. It was very rude of me.” Her sulky tone is not even halfway believable.
“Aannd…” Angus prompts.
She makes a frustrated noise. That would be her swallowing her pride. “Sorry, Ophelia, for my attitude toward you. And that will have to be good enough.”
“Alice, honey, ye go find yer sister. She will be with Gwen, I suspect.”
“Okay.” Alice walks back across the decking.
Angus eyes up Birgitta. “Get yer ass off the ground and walk away and stay away. You are invisible. Ye don’t exist here in Temecula. You are done here. And we will hold onto this video as insurance.” Angus isn’t mucking about. “I will be talking to the Sheriff, the one who is best friends with my father about yer assault on Ophelia if I hear even a peep that ye have shown yer face this side of California. Ye will lose any modeling contracts and probably won’t work again because nobody likes to see the face of cosmetic campaigns beating up women physically or verbally and being cruel and a bully to a disabled person. Ye hear me. Do not test me. I will not hesitate to retaliate without any more chances. If I hear via the media or the grapevine, you have acted cruelly to another living soul, even a whisper, I will not hesitate.”
With some unladylike cursing under her breath, she storms off.
Angus gently touches my shoulder. “I’ll make sure she leaves the property.”
I grasp his hand, halting him from following on. “Could you please not mention the girl-on-girl action to Tucker because I know you are going to report in, but I don’t want him to have any distractions while on the job.”
“Can’t do that.”
“Yes, you can. I am still my own woman, and I handled the situation. Tucker and I are not officially anything other than pen pals who like each other a lot, so I would like you to do as I request, please.”
