Page 37 of Look at Her and Die

And she came with a shit load of problems that I didn’t have time for.

It was time to brand cattle, cut off a few balls, and vaccinate. And it was all hands on deck.

Aella, Silver, Chevy, Cutter and his wife, Milena, had all volunteered to help me out today.

We were just waiting for Cutter and Milena to get here, then we’d head back to the farm and get ready.

I’d spent the morning setting up, wishing that Scottie was there to help.

But she’d gone off to college the past weekend, my little helper on her way to bigger and brighter things.

I’d deposited her in the dorm this past Saturday, thankful that she didn’t have a suite mate this semester.

Hopefully I could pull off the impossible again for her next semester.

She deserved her privacy.

Plus, having roommates really fuckin’ sucked.

Angry, stomping footsteps—which seemed impossible when those feet were wearing flip-flops—started toward us, bringing my mind back to the present.

“Who had what again?” she asked as she stood there holding out the sampler.

“That one is mine,” Chevy sounded amused. “Thanks.”

She passed all the food out, leaving mine for last.

She all but tossed it on the table in front of me and stormed off.

“Whoa,” Aella snickered. “Bro. You should apologize.”

“For what?” I asked.

“For whatever you did to make her mad,” Chevy chortled. “Jesus.”

I didn’t know what I’d done to piss her off, which meant I didn’t have any clue what to apologize for.

Then again, what should I have to apologize for? I know I didn’t do anything to make her that mad.

I was just existing over here today.

The doors opened and Milena and Cutter arrived, heading to our table after a quick look around.

Cutter pulled a chair out for Milena, then took the seat next to her and said, “This place is like a little slice of heaven so close to Dallas. There’s not a single ounce of traffic here.”

“Maybe we should move,” Milena teased. “Would Shasha care, do you think, if we moved out of the million-dollar house he built for me?”

Cutter snorted and pointed out, “You’d miss being so close to Midnight Cookies and Cinnaholic.”

Milena nodded, then stared at Chevy’s plate. “Wow, what is that?”

“The sampler,” Aella answered. “But if you want some food, you’re probably gonna have to go up there and order it directly, because if I had to guess, our waitress isn’t coming back. Doc did something to piss her off.”

I rolled my eyes. “I did not do a thing.”

“You think you didn’t do a thing,” Aella and Silver said at the same time. “You totally did something.”

When you looked at Aella and Silver, you wouldn’t think they were twins, but they were.

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