Chapter 375

• Gia looked over at the porch. She should probably go back in and clean that up. Two hours had passed, and Deacon still hadn’t come back. She squeezed her eyes tight for a second, still so annoyed with him she couldn’t breathe. He knew. He’d known for a long time and had done nothing about it. She’d already conceded that if he had made a move or told her five years ago, she would have laughed in his face and told him to get stuffed.
• The idea of setting his fur coat on fire with a propane torch came to mind about an hour ago as well. She’d gotten over that one, mostly.
• Now she sat on the unsplit logs and stared at the bush where he’d gone in. Twenty times she’d started after him and changed her mind every time. One thing that was consistent with her is she always went with her first thought with everything. This time the first one was to let him walk it off and then they’d talk. Okay, the full version of that had been let him walk off a cliff, but close enough. Chasing after him was something she wasn’t going to do.