CHAPTER EIGHT
BRAXTON
I don’t know why I keep letting the guys drag my a*s out to the bar, but it’s probably for the best, considering Kat might have a bounty on me by now. I’m actually surprised she hasn’t texted and threatened my junk yet, so I’m counting that as a win. She’s the one who started this after all. If she can’t stand the heat, she should get out of the kitchen.
As I take a swig of my third beer, I think back to this past week and the hell she put me through. First, she nearly killed me with her laxative muffin, and then she showed up at my house looking all sweet and apologetic, but I wasn’t having it. Bitterness still fueled my blood, and when I looked at her, all I wanted was revenge. Knowing what she dealt with this morning brings me pure satisfaction.
“Surprised Kier
