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“Because, we’re going to get some of your anger out before you go home to that gorgeous spunky little princess.”
A twinge of jealousy shoots through me and I feel bad. Was it weird that I was jealous that he called my daughter gorgeous? Probably not any worse than where my mind went when he said that we are going to get out some of my anger.No, no girlie bits, we are on an indefinite hiatus from men.
It won’t be until later on when I’m laying in bed that I’ll realize that Mason gave my baby girl more genuine compliments in a single sentence than her father has in years.
“And how do you plan to help me get out my anger before going home?” I’m only slightly disappointed when he doesn’t say sex.
“You’re going to shoot some wood.” He says simply.
I stand in front of him and blink and then blink some more. “Ahhh....”
He shakes his head disapprovingly. “Don’t look at me like that. It’s not like I just said that we were going to go shoot Scott.”
Pity.
“We’re just going to take this nail gun and allow you to shoot some wood until all your anger is out.” He picks up the nail gun and holds it between his large hands. “Or until you can’t hold up your arms anymore. Maybe both.”
I bite my lip. “This probably isn’t a good idea, or a healthy way to deal with my anger.”
“Why not?” He questions. “It isn’t like you’re going out to hurt anyone. This is probably the healthiest way to go about it. Holding onto anger isn’t good. It’s best to get it out somehow.”
I feel my eye twitch slightly. “How do you get your anger out?” I ask like a masochist. Seriously, Kel? How the heck do you think a man who looks this good gets his anger out?
“The gym.” He says simply, knocking me out of my unpleasant thoughts of chicks who I’d like to cut.Whoa hormones, we’re sane...mostly.
“The gym?” I repeat dumbly.
He nods his head with a smirk. “Yeah, weight lifting is a great way to work out your anger. I throw on my headphones and tune everything else out while I lift.”
“Right, yeah, makes sense. You have a lot of muscles.” Lord, kill me now. I need to shut my trap.
His lips twitch and he turns pinkish. Huh, who knew he would get embarrassed about all those muscles. If I was him, I would walk around shirtless all day. Hmm, yeah, that would be nice.
He coughs into his right hand. “Right, anyway, since you’re not dressed for the gym in those jeans,” He coughs oddly again and I can’t help but think how weird it is,
“shooting this nail gun will be a good way to work out the anger.” I watch as his muscle bunches as he holds the nail gun up again.
“Umm, I guess.” I say, not sounding convinced in the slightest and more focused on his arm.
Giving me a genuine smile, he grabs my small hand in his larger one before pulling me towards him. “Okay, stand right here and hold this.” He hands me the heavy nail gun, the weight of it causes me to almost drop it.
“Whoa, use some of those muscles girl.” He chuckles.
I frown as I struggle to grip the gun in my hand. “I didn’t think that it would be this heavy.”
He snorts. “Just make sure that you have a good grip on it. I’m going to go set up the board for you to shoot at.”
He turns around and walks over to a large piece of wood. I absolutely pay no attention to how his muscles bunch while he lifts that piece of wood like it weighs nothing.
Obviously, he feels my stare because he looks over his shoulder and winks at me before turning around again. I can feel the blush creeping into my cheeks.
“Just be careful with that nail gun. And make sure that you don’t press the button.”
I lift it up to see what button he means and my arm jerks backward at the feel of my thumb brushing against something.
“Mother fucker!” Mason screams while falling forward.
Oh my God. Oh my God.
