Page 110 of The Lucky Heart (Jamison Valley 3)
“That’s an even better look,” he called. “You walking away. Make my year, Felicity. Don’t stop until you hit ocean.”
I raised a hand but didn’t speak. My middle finger did the talking.
The evening air was starting to cool but I was raging hot. I stomped back to the barn and unloaded the vaccines into the mini fridge, slamming the door shut when I’d finished.
“Uh-oh,” Silas said at my back.
“Yeah. Uh-oh.”
“Fuck,” he clipped. “What did he do?”
I blew out a loud breath and turned to face him. “He was just his usual unpleasant self. Though, in all fairness, he’s not entirely to blame. I may have let loose some snark.”
“Was that before or after he started shit with you?”
My eyes dropped to my shoes. “Um . . .”
“That’s what I thought,” he muttered when I didn’t answer.
“It will be fine.” I stepped closer to reassure him but he spun around and took a step toward the door.
“The fuck it will. This is bullshit.” He turned back to me, rage burning behind those brown eyes.
“Silas,” I said, holding up my hands to try and calm him down. He didn’t even notice. He just launched into a loud, shouting rant.
“He’s my dad. He should be bending over backward to make you feel welcome here. Instead, he’s been a total fucking dick. You’d think he’d be in a good mood today of all days, but no. He couldn’t even let me enjoy this without ruining it. You know? Fuck it. If he picks a fight with you, he picks a fight with me.”
The curry comb flew out of his hand and into the wall as he spun around and walked to the door.
Holy hell.
The lid on Silas’s temper had just popped off.
“Wait!”
Silas stormed out of the barn and I had to jog to keep up with his long strides.
I reached his side just as he cleared the door and pulled on his arm. “Silas, stop.”
“No.” He yanked his arm free and kept moving. “Not this time.”
Running around him, I stood in front of him and put my hands on his chest. “Forget I said anything, please? Don’t do this. Not today.”
Without a word, he put his hands under my armpits and picked me up, setting me out of his path.
“Silas!” I scrambled again to keep up.
Elliot had left the corrals and was just crossing the threshold into his house. Silas’s steps changed direction as he followed. If he got inside, their fight would be on full display for the branding guests, and Olivia would be humiliated.
I ran around him again, and this time when I pushed at his chest, I used as much force as I could muster and dug my fingernails into his pecs. “Stop this right now!”
“Felicity—”
He went for my armpits again but I dropped my hands and slapped his chest. “Don’t!”
He stopped pushing and glared down at me, fisting his hands on his hips. “Get out of the way, babe.”
I copied his stance. “No. I’m not going to let you get in a fight with your dad today. That house is full of people.” I pointed behind me. “Your mom has worked too hard to let you ruin it.”
