I glare down at the tablecloth with the little cows on it. Has this kitchen always had so many cows all over it? I kind of hate them. All they do is stare up at me, looking like idiots. i***t cows.
“What are you doing?” Hank asks, sounding annoyed.
“Glaring at these damn cows,” I mumble. I"ve thought about the cows too much and now they"re starting to look weird.
Hank makes an angry sound. “You aren’t mad at the cows, you’re mad at yourself for acting like an asshole.”
I did not act like an asshole. I acted like any guy would have if he walked into a room and found some other man holding his girl. Especially a hot man with an accent.
notI’ve never had a woman cheat on me, not that I"m saying that"s what Callie"s done, it"s more complicated than that. Hell, I’ve only had one other woma
