Page 34 of This Time Around

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Page 34 of This Time Around

He already hated me, I figured I couldn’t dig my gravesite any deeper.“Nope.Dodgers ’til I die.”

“Sorry to hear that.”

It was typical man bullshit, but better than me having to talk to him about his sister or how long I was staying.

Those were holes I wasn’t jumping down any more that day.Or ever.

We gave each other crap about sports and teams and where our allegiances lie, almost always on the opposite sides of the fence, while Rebecca finished cooking breakfast.We were almost done eating, Jordan shoving the last bite of his sausage into his mouth, when he spoke again.

“Not to be a dick here, but obviously last night you weren’t recognized.You plan on staying on the ranch the entire time you’re here or do you have a plan for when you’re outed?Based on what I’ve heard, your wife is trying to hunt you down.”

“It’s nothing but publicity she’s searching for,” I said to both of them.“But to answer your question, I had a wig on last night, it worked.I’m not concerned.”

He turned his attention to Rebecca.“And you just plan on lying to everyone this summer?”

“How about you let me deal with my business and you stick to yours?”

“When you going to start dealing, Rebecca?”

His anger pulsed across the table and Rebecca looked like he’d slapped her.

“Fuck you,” she gritted out, chin wobbling.She shoved away from the table and took off through the back door, letting it slam behind her.

I was already on my feet, moving after her while pointing my finger at Jordan.“Get the fuck out of here.That was a dick move.”

“You don’t know her.She needs the push.Trust me, you might think I’m a dick right now, but she needs this.I know my sister.”

What the hell ever.I took off and didn’t have to think about where I was going.

The roar of one of the ATVs was already blaring and I ran in the direction of the barn, meeting Rebecca at it right as she started taking off.


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