The Decision Maker by C. Hallman

Author:C. Hallman [Hallman, C.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Bleeding Heart Press
Published: 2024-01-26T00:00:00+00:00

17

NATALIE

Griffin has the nerve to look surprised. He even lets his mouth fall open. It might be funny if I didn’t want to rip his head off. “What do you mean? What did I do?”

“Please.” I march to my bedroom and peel off my robe, throw it onto the bed, and march to my dresser for pajamas. I feel like stomping.

He comes to a stop behind me in the doorway. “What did I do?” he demands.

Catching his reflection in the mirror over the dresser, I scowl. “You brought him down here because you knew you would catch us like that, and you wanted to get in the way.”

“Get the hell out of here,” he says, and he even laughs a little. “You think I’m a child? That was not my intention, not at all.”

“Why did you bring him down here, then?” After pulling on a shirt and shorts, I spin on my heel and glare at him. “Because it sure as hell seemed a lot like you were bringing daddy down here to tattle on us.” Grabbing for my hairbrush, I drag it through my hair while grinding my molars. The fucking nerve of both of them.

“Would you relax?”

I hold the brush in the air, and my eyes narrow as I turn to face him. He’s lucky I don’t throw it at him. “Has nobody ever told you to never, ever tell a woman to relax? Like, in no circumstances whatsoever?”

“You’re right. You’re right.” He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly before continuing. “I brought him down here to talk. I wanted him to try to work things out with you. I wanted him to listen to you, finally. That’s all. No ulterior motive.”

“Do me a favor?” I plop down on the bed, groaning as I continue brushing. “Don’t do me any favors. I can handle this myself.”

“You’ve been doing a great job so far.”

Throwing the brush is starting to look better and better. “Did I ask for sarcasm? I don’t think I did.” The fact is, I’m exhausted, in pain, and a little embarrassed. I mean, my brother walked in on me grinding in Dallas’s lap. That’s a little embarrassing. Especially when he already thinks so little of me.

“It’ll be fine. He’ll get over it.” He slowly crosses the room and sits beside me on the bed. As annoyed as I still am, I appreciate his nearness.

“Have you ever met my brother?” I ask with a snort, setting the brush down. “He’s hell-bent on being miserable and bitchy. He’s not about to listen to reason, so it would’ve been a waste of time to talk to him now, anyway. He won’t believe anything but what he wants to believe.” And I could strangle him for it. Mason has no idea the position he puts me in every time he acts like an asshole.

“I was only trying to help.” Griffin finds my hand on the bed and closes his fingers around it. It’s incredible how comforting his touch is.

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