Page 15 of Living Hell

I pinched my brow to stop the searing headache that felt as if my brain was being chopped into little pieces.

“I’ll deal with that later. Right now, I just want to move my bed in and sleep in my room.”

Austen ran his fingers through his dark hair. “You don’t get it. If Bambi owns the house—”

“Babette. Her agent’s name is Babette.”

He shook his head. “Whatever. If Babette owns the house, then you will need to vacate immediately. No bedroom for you.”

Sliding my eyes over to Iona, I saw she was deep in conversation on her cell. Her free arm and hand waved wildly in the air. A smile tugged at the corner of my mouth just watching her. She was beautiful when she was fire-breathing angry.

“Then what do you suggest I do? The apartment above my office has been rented. The movers should show up with my stuff anytime now. Do you want me to sleep on the lawn?”

He took a breath and placed his hand on my shoulder. There was something about how he looked at me and the gentleness of his touch that caused the hairs to rise on the back of my neck.

“Now hear me out . . .” he said.

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