Here we fucking go.
I arched a brow in warning.
Her look got snottier.
“How about I just go myself. I’ll be back in half an hour. You enjoy your phone call.”
She walked away from me.
“Do not leave this house!” I shouted.
I looked out the window and she was heading toward the shoreline. The shoreline, I could handle. It was on the grounds. Was she heading to the boathouse for her fishing rod? Was she headed to the dock to sit down and sulk?
No. She was heading left, down the beach.
I didn’t fucking think so.
I ran down the stairs and jogged to catch up.
“You’re coming then?”
“Stop. No, I’m not fucking coming. What the fuck, Tia?”
“Half an hour. I’m going for a thirty-minute walk. I have my phone. Just let me go.”
Fuck this shit.
I grabbed her and tossed her over my shoulder, giving her ass a smack.
“Tommy, put me down!” she snapped.
“Too soon for another game, baby girl. Your ass isn’t healed yet. Do not fucking push me today, because I might not give a shit.”
I got her inside and set her on her feet. “Don’t you ever do that again!”
She stuck her tongue out at me.
I heard my phone ringing. Shit. It was upstairs. I pointed at her in warning. “I’ll deal with you in a minute. That’s my call.”
As I was heading up the stairs, I heard the front door open, then slam.
She was gone again. What the fuck?
I turned and followed her
She was running. What the fuck?
I chased her, tackling her to the beach. She grunted as we landed.
“So sick of being in that fucking house 24/7. Can’t take it anymore. I’m gonna lose my marbles, Tommy. I just wanted a fucking half an hour walk. Maybe go to the store. With you. Without you. Whatever. It was just a fucking walk!”