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Then have to bite back the urge to slam my fist into her ex’s face again.
There are fingerprints on her arms, dark bruises already forming.
She winces and I release the fabric. “Ice,” I grunt, setting the bags gently over those short sleeves, knowing it probably won’t make a difference, but needing to do something.
No hysterics.
No tears—or at least none for herself.
She’s calm, but I hate the vacant look in her eyes, hate how rocked to the core she looks, hate how it reminds me of how she was when I yelled at her on the side of the road.
But she rebounded then.
She can do it now too.
“Snap out of it, butterfly,” I say. “That asshole cheated on you, remember?”
A flash of fury in deep green eyes. “Yeah,” she hisses. “I remember, considering I walked in on him balls deep in my sister.”
Good.
Fire. Rage. Not lost and hurt and scared.
“Then act like it, yeah?” I say, reaching for her hands, gently lifting them, crossing her arms over her chest and settling her palms over those bags of ice so she can hold them in place. “Instead of mooning over a shitty man and your bitch of a sister.”
Her chin juts out. “You really are an asshole, you know that, right?”
“Maybe,” I agree. “But when a woman’s mine, she’s mine. I don’t look anywhere else, I don’t want anyone else, and I willneverbe balls deep in a cunt that isn’t mine.”
She sucks in a breath.
But I don’t stick around to watch her face, don’t stay near her and allow myself to feel what that look in her eyes does to me. I don’t do anything but stand up, move to the door and watch out the windows for Mack and Jer.
I hearthe motor of the snowmobile before I catch a glimpse of it coming up the road, the nose visible through the trees first.
Squinting, I crane my neck, relief sliding through me when I see two bodies on the back of it as Mack navigates into my driveway.
I have the door open the next instant, wanting to meet the sheriff, to brief him on the shitshow, the extra assholes I have in my house. But I’m not leaving Nova.
Or Steve.
So, I just wait for them in the doorway, impatience in every cell, fury blooming in my stomach.
Finally, they grab their shit and come up to the door.
“These have better be the best tickets of my life,” Mack calls, clomping up to my front door.
The snow has slowed, but the temperature has dropped.
Which means we’re going to be contending with an ass-ton of ice in the morning.
Now, though, we have bigger shit to deal with.
“Did Jer bring his stuff?”
Mack cocks his head to the side, but, no doubt taking in my tone, he just nods and picks up the pace. “Want to break it down for me?”
“Have a friend staying at my house. Her—”
