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Joel just sighed and his tone gentled—and I hated that it gentled…because Ilovedthat it gentled. “You need to lie down for an hour and then can get back to it. You won’t do anyone any good if you burn out, sweetheart.”

Sweetheart.

Yeah, I couldn’t deal with the whiplash of harpy to sweetheart.

My temper snapped, and I dropped the box. It hit the wooden floor of the gym with athump. “I’m not your sweetheart,” I growled, jabbing a finger into his chest.

Joel snagged my wrist, those fucking fingers wrapping around it, searing into my skin. “Okay,sweetheart, so I’ll go back to harpy.”

Slice.

Yeah, fuck, I couldn’t do this.

I tugged, even as I knew it was pointless because I wouldn’t be able to get him to release me. Not if he didn’t want to. “Let me go.”

Joel didn’t. Of course, he didn’t.

And…I wanted…

No.

I slammed the doors on that want, let my fury fly instead.

It was the only way to get some distance.

“Ugh!” I growled, and, fuck, kill me now, but I actually stomped my foot. Like a toddler having a temper tantrum. Or maybe…like a woman on the edge.

Because Iwasa woman on the edge.

Because I didn’t know if I wanted to punch him…or kiss him.

I was leaning toward—

“Billie.”

I jumped, glanced over…and saw Bailey and Axel standing there.

With shit-eating grins on their faces.

My shoulders slumped.

Fuck. My. Life.

Seven

Joel

Iwatched Bailey and Billie sitting on the edge of a cot talking, their expressions serious, and wondered why I gave a fuck that she was exhausted and pushing herself well beyond the breaking point.

Awake for days at a time.

Driving to San Francisco and back twice in as many days.

Not stopping for hours—not to eat or sit down for a few minutes.

But she’d made certain everyoneelsein the gym had food and had a few minutes with her. She’d doled out hugs and hand squeezes and kisses to temples and cheeks and forehead.

She hadn’t even stopped while on the phone.

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