For the rest of the night and through all of Sunday, Carmen worked on finishing all the painting jobs she’d started in the house. Her anger toward Liam hadn’t dissipated. Part of her knew it wasn’t right, but she couldn’t help but feel mad.
She’d spent most of her life being told what to do, either explicitly or through implied expectations. Now that she no longer had her parents running her life, Liam seemed to want to step up and take over. How could he possibly know what she wanted?
She wasn’t even sure.
But she’d been happy working on the truck. With him. That had been the key. She enjoyed the few days with Rosa, but working with Liam had made her happy.
And now he decided he didn’t need her help to run the truck. He knew what he was doing, and he had Rosa to help.
That same prick
