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“April.”
Gasping, I twirled around.
Dyno leaned against the doorjamb, one boot crossed in front of the other. He looked like he should be chewing on a piece of straw, that’s how confident he was. He stared levelly at me with those slitted, thoughtful eyes. When he finally moved, it was to whip a red bandana from his back pocket.
“What? What?” I said, on the verge of tears again.
“Just wanting to give you this. You’ve got snot coming from your nose.”
I tore the piece of cloth from his hand, but rebelliously didn’t use it. I wiped my nose on my forearm like any other normal teenager. “What the fuck do you want? You’ve already ruined my life.”
He squatted on the patio, his arms balanced on his knees like the thoughtful, asshole cowboy he was. “Don’t go saying that because it’s not true. One person can hardly ruin your whole life. Why do you get so upset whenever I’m around?”
I slitted my eyes like his. “Because you irritate the crap out of me. You’re an irritant, Dyno Drummond. You piss me off because you’re a lowly piece of shit pretending to be an upstanding cowboy. You’re representing my father’s brand and I’m totally embarrassed!”
He didn’t show any sign that this hurt him. “’Zat why I somehow managed to make you cry when all I did was say a prayer?”
Ooh! There it was again—his arrogant nerve . His narcissism. Assuming the entire world revolved around him! “You did not make me cry, you vain jerk. I was crying because my mother died.”
He nodded sagely. It was even more irritating that he was being so understanding and supportive. Seemingly , I should say. I knew it was all a fucking act. “Must be rough. I keep forgetting your mom passed. I shouldn’t have put that dribble glass at your place setting. I shouldn’t try to rile you when you’re so fragile to begin with.”
What? That milk glass…That had been one of those joke glasses that make you dribble all over your shirt front, like I had done?
I slapped him. Yes, I fucking did.
The bash of my palm against his cheek instantly brought color into it, as though he wasn’t already tanned enough by the sun. All the arrogant smugness fell from his expression, and he just looked shocked.
I bellowed, “You self-centered asshole!”
“What’s all this about?”
My mother’s brother Marcus stood in the doorway. Dyno swiveled his head to view my uncle, and slowly stood at the voice of authority.
“Uncle Marcus,” I said, completely cowed now. My uncle had been scaring me for years, but it had become ten times worse since Mom, his sister, had died. “This is Dyno Drummond, Sadie’s son.”
Marcus put his hands on his hips. “I figured as much. Why you gone sassing this young lady, son? I don’t often see her slapping boys.”
Dyno tipped an imaginary hat. He’d met his match in Marcus, a bold businessman who owned half our ranch, now that Mom had gone. “Sir. We’re just having some bumps and potholes getting to know each other. She doesn’t like me.”
“That’s not true!” I cried, standing up. Why the hell was I denying what I’d just gone out of my way to prove? I was so mixed up! I guess I didn’t want Dyno getting into any more trouble than he already was. I didn’t want him barred from the rodeo. I couldn’t ruin anyone else’s dreams. Mine had already been wrecked. “You’re fine , Dyno. I’m just emotional about Mom.”
Marcus’ face fell the appropriate amount at the mention of his sister. “I see. Well, I’m still gonna need you to git, boy. They’re still eating supper in there and you need to show some respect.”
“Sir,” agreed Dyno, practically flattening himself sideways to get past Marcus. Marcus obliged, coming into the courtyard with me, letting Dyno slide the door shut behind him.
I wasn’t sure which was worse. Being alone with Dyno, or being alone with my uncle.
“Now, April. Why you want to go and rile that boy? Ain’t you
“April.”
Gasping, I twirled around.
Dyno leaned against the doorjamb, one boot crossed in front of the other. He looked like he should be chewing on a piece of straw, that’s how confident he was. He stared levelly at me with those slitted, thoughtful eyes. When he finally moved, it was to whip a red bandana from his back pocket.
“What? What?” I said, on the verge of tears again.
“Just wanting to give you this. You’ve got snot coming from your nose.”
I tore the piece of cloth from his hand, but rebelliously didn’t use it. I wiped my nose on my forearm like any other normal teenager. “What the fuck do you want? You’ve already ruined my life.”
He squatted on the patio, his arms balanced on his knees like the thoughtful, asshole cowboy he was. “Don’t go saying that because it’s not true. One person can hardly ruin your whole life. Why do you get so upset whenever I’m around?”
I slitted my eyes like his. “Because you irritate the crap out of me. You’re an irritant, Dyno Drummond. You piss me off because you’re a lowly piece of shit pretending to be an upstanding cowboy. You’re representing my father’s brand and I’m totally embarrassed!”
He didn’t show any sign that this hurt him. “’Zat why I somehow managed to make you cry when all I did was say a prayer?”
Ooh! There it was again—his arrogant nerve . His narcissism. Assuming the entire world revolved around him! “You did not make me cry, you vain jerk. I was crying because my mother died.”
He nodded sagely. It was even more irritating that he was being so understanding and supportive. Seemingly , I should say. I knew it was all a fucking act. “Must be rough. I keep forgetting your mom passed. I shouldn’t have put that dribble glass at your place setting. I shouldn’t try to rile you when you’re so fragile to begin with.”
What? That milk glass…That had been one of those joke glasses that make you dribble all over your shirt front, like I had done?
I slapped him. Yes, I fucking did.
The bash of my palm against his cheek instantly brought color into it, as though he wasn’t already tanned enough by the sun. All the arrogant smugness fell from his expression, and he just looked shocked.
I bellowed, “You self-centered asshole!”
“What’s all this about?”
My mother’s brother Marcus stood in the doorway. Dyno swiveled his head to view my uncle, and slowly stood at the voice of authority.
“Uncle Marcus,” I said, completely cowed now. My uncle had been scaring me for years, but it had become ten times worse since Mom, his sister, had died. “This is Dyno Drummond, Sadie’s son.”
Marcus put his hands on his hips. “I figured as much. Why you gone sassing this young lady, son? I don’t often see her slapping boys.”
Dyno tipped an imaginary hat. He’d met his match in Marcus, a bold businessman who owned half our ranch, now that Mom had gone. “Sir. We’re just having some bumps and potholes getting to know each other. She doesn’t like me.”
“That’s not true!” I cried, standing up. Why the hell was I denying what I’d just gone out of my way to prove? I was so mixed up! I guess I didn’t want Dyno getting into any more trouble than he already was. I didn’t want him barred from the rodeo. I couldn’t ruin anyone else’s dreams. Mine had already been wrecked. “You’re fine , Dyno. I’m just emotional about Mom.”
Marcus’ face fell the appropriate amount at the mention of his sister. “I see. Well, I’m still gonna need you to git, boy. They’re still eating supper in there and you need to show some respect.”
“Sir,” agreed Dyno, practically flattening himself sideways to get past Marcus. Marcus obliged, coming into the courtyard with me, letting Dyno slide the door shut behind him.
I wasn’t sure which was worse. Being alone with Dyno, or being alone with my uncle.
“Now, April. Why you want to go and rile that boy? Ain’t you
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