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I walk past him, grabbing the marshmallows from the counter. “No.”
“No?”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No,” I repeat again, grabbing a knife and slicing open the chocolate bars wrapper instead of using a scissor. “And you are never going to utter a word of this to anyone. Ever.” I turn, pointing the knife in his direction. “Do you understand?”
“Easy,” he says, stepping back and holding his hands up, not even bothering to hide his laugh even though I’m pissed as fuck at him.
I roll my eyes, turning away before he sees my smile. I can’t help it. It doesn’t matter how I’m feeling about him. He always can make me smile because he’s my family. My home.
“Carry these,” I say, shoving a couple boxes of graham crackers against his chest, not waiting for him to follow as I head toward the backyard again.
He grabs my arm before I’m able to open the slider. I glance over my shoulder, and I wish I didn’t. “What?”
“You can try to ignore me, Thea. And I’ll allow it right now because I agree the timing is not right, but don’t mistake me. We will be talking about this. Whether you like it or not.”
Chapter 18
Sunday
Thea
Iswipe away the fourth text from Mack today as I accept the next phone call. He’s been blowing up my phone all day, and I haven’t responded to a single thing. I’m hoping if I ignore it long enough, maybe we can both forget it ever happened.
I somehow managed to avoid him for the rest of the night at the lakehouse, not that it stopped him from glaring at me the whole night long, waiting for any moment alone to talk about it. Luckily, I’m an expert at avoiding. I was able to sneak out of the house in the morning before anyone else was even awake. I’ve never been more grateful that I didn’t ride with anyone to the lake, so I had my own getaway car.
I’m so lost in thought, I didn’t even bother to check the caller’s profile before starting the call.
“Hello?” I answer.
“Thea.”
I almost chuck my phone at the sound of his voice. “What the fuck?”
It takes me a few seconds to figure out I didn’t answer a call from Mack but rather from Mr. Smith.
“Why are you avoiding me?” he asks.
“Mack, I’m working.”
“Clearly.”
He ran out of free calls, which means he’s paying to talk to me right now. “You’re so fucking dumb. I’ll call you when I want to call you.”
“No, because you’re never going to want to.”
“Yeah, take a hint.”
“No.”
“You can’t just say no.”
“Why not?”
“Because! Like I said, I’m working.”
