Page 34 of Broken Pieces

She growls and heads back down the hall. I peek around the corner and see her walk into my room. She walks back out with a pile of my clothes and storms out the front door. What the fuck?

She heads off toward the stables and throws my clothes into the mud.

“What the hell are you doing?” I yell as I run after her.

“Just getting rid of the clutter.”

“Those were my clothes, not clutter.”

She stomps back toward the house. “Maybe you should have thought of that before you got rid of mine.”

I run after her as she stumbles through the yard. “I didn’t throw your clothes in the mud. I put them in the back of my truck. You are overreacting to this.”

She stops and turns around as I reach her. She pushes against my chest and I can’t help but laugh that her tiny five-foot self thought she would be able to push back my six-foot-two frame. I also don’t fail to notice that I liked the way her tiny hands felt against my chest.

“I overreacted? You threw shit away because we kicked a girl out of the house. I think you were the one who overreacted. Not to mention you are sleeping with all these girls to get back at me for turning you down.”

I don’t know what to say to her because she is telling the truth. I don’t care at all about those girls, but her rejection pissed me off. No one rejects me.

My silence spurs her to walk back into the cottage. I head back to the stables to pick my clothes out of the mud and I bring her clothes boxes back in the house.