CHAPTER 33 | Ellie
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It’s surprisingly easy to avoid Caleb for the rest of the day. He’s tied up with Aiden and farm stuff, leaving me to ride horses and stew. Have I traded James the Gigantic Tool for another version of him? Of course not. Now that I’m calmer, I realize that.
But the way they both speak to me? That arrogant tone? That’s exactly alike. I’m not putting up with it again—and I keep repeating it to myself all through my rides, all through my chores, and all the way up the stairs and into my apartment.
The last of Wren’s boxes is gone, leaving our kitchen extra white and extra empty. It turns my bad mood even worse. I toss my baseball cap onto the counter and consider painting the whole kitchen green. Or maybe yellow.
Or maybe I’m kidding myself because when am I go
