Chapter Eleven
EVAN
“Evan Tyler Bishop! You watch your mouth,” Mama scolds, but I barely hear her words as I zoom in on the ass with hardly any fabric covering it. I only got a glimpse of her profile, but then I heard her voice and knew. f*****g hell, why is she in my parents’ house?
“Evan!” Kiera squeals, walking toward me with a fake smile plastered on her face. Once she’s in front of me, she balls her hand into a fist and punches me in the shoulder. “How ya been?”
I don’t even flinch at her pathetic attempt to hit me.
“What is she doing here?” I grind the words out, my eyes shooting daggers in her direction.
“Calm down, Hulk. She was just helpin’ me unload a horse.”
I snort, trying to imagine her doing any kind of hard labor.
“Evan, quit being rude. You’re never too old for me t
