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“Trespassing.”
“What?”
“You were trespassing. This land is private property.”
I snickered a little as I hugged the book to my chest. “Yes, I heard, but—”
“So you knew?”
“Well, yes, but—”
“There are no buts. You heard and disobeyed the law. Remove yourself from my property before I have to get law enforcement involved.”
I huffed, stunned by his words. “Is it really that serious? I was just trying to get some fresh air and explore and—”
“Trespassing,” he cut in—again.
“Stop cutting me off!” My face was growing warm from his attitude as anger began bubbling up inside me.
“I will once you’re not on my property.”
The man with the most intense, sad-looking eyes was beginning to get under my skin. How did he think it was okay to be so rude to a person he didn’t even know? He was being so blunt, harsh, and cold.
I decided to ironically call him Mr. Personality, seeing how his was ever so charming.
“You don’t have to be so impolite,” I grumbled, shaking my head in disbelief. “I wasn’t harming anyone or anything by being out here. The idea that people can own nature is a completely ridiculous concept anyway. These trees were here before you were even born, will be here long after you’re gone, and still you are trying to claim them as yours. That’s insane to me.”
“I suppose you’re fine with strangers wandering into your house unwelcome then.”
“That’s not the same.”
“Wasn’t the land the house was built on there before you were born? Won’t it be there after the house comes down and you’re gone? But I guess people trespassing in your space is different because it’s yours and not mine.”
“Your sarcasm isn’t appreciated,” I snapped, speaking firmly despite my nervousness.
I began to step forward to exit the field of flowers, and accidentally crushed a few daisies. He leaped toward me.
“Careful!” he shouted.
He bent down to the ground and began trying to repair the damage I’d caused. The grimace on his face turned into a full-blown frown as the daisies lay limp in his grip. His hands were so big it looked as if he were a giant playing with miniature florals. His lips moved slightly as he muttered something under his breath, but I couldn’t discern what he was saying.
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear you,” I stated, my heart still lodged in my throat from my nerves.
“Probably because I wasn’t speaking to you.”
“Right. Sorry. Also, I’m sorry about any damage I caused to your flowers.”
He mumbled beneath his breath—again. You know how there was Cesar Millan, the dog whisperer? Well, currently, I was dealing with Mr. Personality, the human whisperer—not because he had a profound way of understanding humans, but because all he did was freaking whisper.
“If there’s anything I can do—”
“Just go,” he stated, his voice low and controlled.
“No offense, but you have a terrible attitude.”
“No offense, but I don’t give two shits what you think about me.”
“Asshole,” I muttered.
