14
Brandt
The interior of my truck grew even quieter after we dropped Juli off at her apartment and I walked her to her door.
When I returned to the truck, Sarah was gazing out the passenger side window, ignoring me. That pissed me off. She needed to start talking. Now.
I climbed behind the wheel, started the engine, and steered us back onto the road, grinding my teeth and stewing until I just couldn’t take it any longer.
“This,” I growled when I turned down her street, “is exactly why I wanted to know more about him before he ever took you out.”
She sniffed and glared over her shoulder at me. “I’m really not in the mood for an I-told-you-so.”
“That’s not what I’m doing.” I tried to keep my cool, but I was still upset about seeing her cry and not yet being able to kill the bastard f
