Page 24 of Reckless
Michael closed the door behind them and looked between us in silence.Tall, composed and still somehow less intimidating than Britney when she was in one of these moods.
Hope abandoned me instantly.“I’m going back in there before Roxanne notices this entire side of the house is empty.”
“Coward,” I muttered.
“Correct.”She scooped up the desserts and vanished.
Britney crossed her arms.“You’re not driving home angry.”
“I’m not driving home angry.I’m driving home homicidal.”
“Close enough.”
“I’m fine.”
Michael looked at me.“That, in my experience, is usually a lie.”
“See?”Britney pointed at him.“British nobility agrees with me.”
“I don’t think that’s what makes his opinion valid,” I said.
“It should be.”
“I am leaving.”
Britney took a breath like she was deciding whether to fight me here or later.“Not until you calm down.”
“Then we’ll be here until Christmas.”
Michael’s mouth twitched.
I turned to him.“This isn’t funny.”
“No,” he said mildly.“It’s not.”
That took enough of the wind out of me that I stopped reaching for the door.
Britney noticed because she noticed everything.
“Come to the library,” she said.
I looked at Michael.
He spread one hand.“You could, of course, ignore her.I wouldn’t recommend it.”
I hated that they were both right.
Britney shut the door behind us while Michael stayed in the hallway.
I paced.
Britney watched me.
“You want to tell me what happened on the terrace?”she asked.
“He happened on the terrace.”
“Then answer.”
