Ransom
Stella's irritated about something and I'm not sure what, but I think I'm moments away from finding out. She's out of her car and stomping toward where I'm standing on the back porch, waiting for Rambo to finish his business.
“You okay, babe?"
She doesn't answer, causing nervousness to sit deep in my gut. “Rambo, come on." I tap my thigh for him. He runs up the deck, waiting for me to let him into the house. Still she doesn't say anything. Which makes me warier of her than I was of the guy at the traffic stop earlier. “You're kinda starting to scare me."
Finally, she faces me, putting her hands on her hips. I can see that brain of hers working. “You're mine, handsome."
Oookay… “Of course I am."
“All those ladies commenting on your picture on f*******:, they can f**k right off.
