Chapter Twelve
Bacon sizzled on the stove while Cody paced the tiny kitchen of the bunkhouse like a caged animal. He’d slept for s**t, again, unable to stop thinking about Carolina, or fuming over their last interaction. Maybe he’d been out of line, kissing her that way, pushing her to admit what was between them. But it offended the s**t out of him that she actually thought he’d agree to be a stand-in. With a growl, he flipped the bacon a little too vigorously, spattering grease over the stove and up his arm. “Gah.” He stomped to the sink, thrusting his forearm under cold water.
Maybe it was time he left. Found a different living arrangement. He wouldn’t be able to avoid Carolina indefinitely. And he didn’t care to examine why her proposal cut to the quick. It wasn’t like he hadn’t ever
