Chapter 5
Miranda
Two thought wheels turn at once. One—he called me doctor, which shows respect, even admiration. Except two—he just implied I have no choice in the matter of whether I’m leaving or not.
It’s the second thought I get hitched up on. “Excuse me?” The feminist in me rears her head, ready to defend myself against yet another man who thinks he can control me.
Caleb—the surly mountain man with twelve-pack abs arches a brow right back at me. “You heard me.” He takes a bite of bacon. By bite I mean he crunches off half of three slices at once and chews them slowly while giving me the stink eye.
I try to interpret his words. I mean, I suppose it’s obvious I can’t leave. That’s probably what he’s saying. But I don’t like the way he said it. Because he’s either being a controllin
