Chapter 17
After I brought the baggage in the house and up in the bedroom, I left Sabrina to her own devices to unpack. I needed some time for myself, to calm down.
I poured myself a double scotch and took a sit on the couch in the living room, swirling the amber liquid in the glass, gazing through the window overlooking the small village at the bottom of the hill. She frustrated the hell out of me and if I were to see her right now, it would surely take all of my control not to put her over my knee and just get it over with. I don’t understand her reaction. Even if she thought I spent a lot of money on this, which I did, but who’s counting, she shouldn’t have reacted this way. I don’t appreciate being yelled at or belittled. God dammit, I’m Travis f*****g Simpson. Women don’t yell at m
