Page 86 of The Coppersmith Farmhouse (Jamison Valley 1)
Jackass Jess was making an appearance. Not only was he letting his temper get the best of him, but he wasn’t listeni
ng to me. And I’d had enough. I was sick of him talking over me. Always getting his way.
Not this time.
“Stop.” I shoved my palm in his face.
He didn’t like that much. His eyes got bigger and his face turned red.
But before he could open his mouth, I said, “I wasn’t talking about the house, Jess. Something you would have known if you hadn’t effing interrupted me a hundred times. I know you’re not with me for the house. I get it. What I was going to tell you was that your mom was telling me about Ben. And that Ben had been calling her for years. I wanted to know if you knew that. Okay? That’s what I was going to tell you.”
His anger evaporated and he raised his arms to touch my shoulders but I shrugged them off.
“Georg—”
“No,” I said. “You don’t get to sweet talk your way out of this. You messed up, Jess. Don’t. Yell. At. Me. Watch that temper and quit ordering me around. I get that you’re in charge most of the time, but you don’t get to fly off the handle here. I won’t be yelled at. I won’t be told what to do. I’ve had enough of that from other men and I won’t take it from you.”
And with that, I stormed upstairs.
I immediately went into the bathroom where I started ranting to myself.
“That man makes me so effing mad! I just wanted to talk to him about his mother. His mother. But no. He jumps to conclusions and yells at me. That’s how it always goes. And then I get so mad I am forced to yell back. I don’t like the yelling. I’m tired of the yelling! I’m tired of being pushed around!”
Jess had just lost our argument and I wondered how he would react. Our last shouting match, the one after he’d yelled at Rowen, had left us not speaking for almost a week. What was I in store for tonight?
I heard the bedroom door close and seven seconds later, the bathroom door opened.
Pressing against my back, Jess wrapped me up and puffed out a loud breath.
“Sorry,” he said.
That was unexpected. I’d been ready for him to be all nice and sweet. To kiss me so that I’d give in and he’d get his way. Instead, he’d owned his mistake. I was impressed.
“I don’t want to fight, Georgia,” he said, bending to whisper in my ear.
“I didn’t start it, Jess.”
“Sorry. Shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions. And I’m sorry I yelled.”
I relaxed my weight into him.
“I feel like I can’t talk about the farmhouse or my history here without you getting freaked. I don’t know what to do other than move you out to get you to understand what we have is not about the house,” he said.
“It took me a while, but I get it. You’re with us for us. For me,” I said. “I want you to be able to share. This place means a lot to you. To both of us. Don’t hold back because you think it will freak me out. It won’t.”
“Okay.” He held my eyes in the mirror.
“You can’t talk over me. I can’t stand it,” I said. It reminded me of Nate and the last thing I wanted was to see any similarities between him and Jess.
“You’re right. I’m sorry.”
“I hate fighting.”
“Me too,” he said. “Are we done?”
I nodded.
“Good,” he said right before spinning me around and lowering his mouth to mine.
