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“Tow truck?”
“Gotta figure out what’s wrong with the Subaru,” Michael replied easily, taking the helmet off of me. “We brought it to the garage.”
“You didn’t have to do that,” I argued. Things were beginning to feel very out of my control and I hated it. I understood that he’d been trying to do something nice, but he hadn’t even asked me.
“We need both vehicles,” he reminded me. He was so matter-of-fact that I got even more annoyed.
Iknewthat I needed my car. Michael worked far more hours than I would be and sometimes he’d need his truck. It wasn’t as if he had to inform me of that fact.
“Tell me how much it’s going to cost,” I said flatly, starting toward the house. “I’ll cover it somehow.”
“Whoa,” Michael barked, grabbing my arm. “What the hell is going on?”
“You didn’t even ask me if you could take my car!”
“Are you serious?”
“It’smycar,” I ground out.
“And it was stuck in the fuckin’ driveway,” he shot back at me, looking at me like I’d grown an extra head. “You just wanna leave it there like a lawn ornament?”
“Maybe I just wanted a say on what to do next!”
“Fine.” He threw up his hands. “What do you want me to do with the hunk of metal sitting in the forecourt at the garage?”
“I don’t know!” I yelled back.
“While I’d normally love to watch this play out,” Heather said dryly from the front porch. “Your son’s asleep on the couch and you’re being pretty goddamn loud.”
“Sorry,” I replied, deflating. I just wanted the day to be over. I wanted it to be bedtime, so I could tuck Rhett into bed and sit in the quiet for a few minutes and figure out what the hell I was going to do.
“You’re home early,” Heather said as I walked toward her. “Everything okay?”
“Well, considering the fact that I’ll probably have to pay for the espresso machine that I trashed and my car won’t start, I’d say it’s been a less than okay day.” I passed her and walked into the house, ignoring Michael when he asked what the hell I’d done to the espresso machine.
Rhett was asleep with his head on a throw pillow and his feet up on the arm of the couch. I sat down near his head with a sigh, throwing my arm over my face.
“Sounds like it’s been a stressful day,” Heather said quietly as she smoothed her hand over my hair. She walked across the room and sat in a chair. “First days are the worst.”
“It wasn’t the usual first day,” I groaned, leaving my arm over my eyes. “It was a complete nightmare.”
“You’re new,” Michael replied, leaning on the back of the couch. “Once you get the hang of things—”
“Please,” I said, putting up my hand. “Just stop, okay?”
It was quiet for a few moments, and I knew I’d hurt his feelings, but I didn’t try to fix it. I just wanted to be left alone for a minute.
“I’m gonna head back to the garage,” he said finally, leaning down to kiss my head. “I’ll see you after work.”
“Okay.”
“Love you,” he said quietly. I listened to his footsteps and then the door opening and closing.
“What’s the real problem?” Heather asked after he was gone. “A bad day hasn’t ever made you shit on Michael.”
“I wasn’t shitting on him,” I argued, dropping my arm.
“Well what would you call it?” she asked, raising her eyebrow.
