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Mitch stared at me. “Angry? That doesn’t even begin to cover it.” He pointed at me. “And don’t stand there and act like you know a thing about how I feel. You got what you wanted.”
“You broke up with me. How is that getting what I wanted?” I threw my hands up.
“Paris was number one, all else be damned.”
“That’s not true.”
“Isn’t it?”
I felt the accusation to my core. “You’re the one that gave up on our future, not me.”
“Me?” He touched his index finger to the center of his chest. “Now I’m the quitter?”
“Why did you give up on us the second things got hard?”
He dug the tip of the shovel into the ground. “I can’t trust you. We can’t get that back.”
“You won’t even try.”
“You haven’t given me a reason to,” he shot back.
“It was a once-in–a-lifetime opportunity.”
“So were we! You had a commitment to me!” he shouted. “What if we were married and had kids, but then another ‘opportunity’ came along? It was hard enough when you left just me, but if you did that to our children?”
My hand flew to my neck as it felt like my air flow had been cut off. This was the anger talking. Except he looked way too sincere for my liking.
His glare was severe, cutting into me as I struggled to find words for my defense. He gripped the handle of the shovel until his knuckles were white.
“You quit on us because I did something you didn’t like,” I finally said.
“Well, I’m over it. So you and your new fancy-pants boyfriend can have Paris or whatever.” He stalked toward the house.
“Mitch Jacobs, don’t you dare walk away from me.”
He didn’t break stride as he called back to me. “I didn’t, Jules. You did.”
Chapter Six
Mitch
A pillow whackedme in the face. I squinted as sunlight streamed in my bedroom.
“I did all your chores, and you’re still not up.”
Mulaney hit me again with the pillow, this time in the chest.
“I can’t make many more excuses for your lazy ass.” She sat on the edge of the bed, shoving at me to make room for her.
“I’m not lazy,” I grumbled, throwing my arm over my eyes.
“Sleeping in until eight. Your mama ain’t gonna let you get away with that two days in a row.”
“It was a late night.” Pain latched itself in my chest. The foal. My mare. Juliana.
“Blue is doing okay this morning.”
I bolted upright. I’d been so busy wallowing in my own misery, I couldn’t even get out of bed to check on my horse. Yet another reason I wasn’t meant to be a vet.
