crawled over the bed and placed a kiss on his chest. “I’ll see you when I get home.” I moved back to the floor then pulled on the shirt he tossed aside the night before.
“You’re going to work?” He sat up and ran his hand through his hair. “Muffin, there’s a blizzard outside.” His voice was raspy from sleeping all night.
“Yeah, but the show must go on.” I grabbed my work clothes from my bag and began to change.
“You aren’t going to work.” Now his voice was clear, and the anger shined through like the sun on a cloudy day.
I turned around, feeling my skin prickle with irritation. I didn’t respond well to commands. Anyone who tried bossing me around always wasted their time. “Yes, I am.”
“Do you understand how dangerous it is out there right now? The subway is closed.”
“Good thing I’m not taking the subway.” I pulled on my jeans and black t-shirt.
“Goddammit, Frankie.” He kicked the blankets off and stood at his full height. Naked and chiseled from stone, he was a powerhouse of muscle. “Now isn’t the time to be stubborn. If schools are closed and the subway isn’t operating, do you think there will be many customers?”
“There will always be customers. What do you think people are going to do on a snow day? Sit around and eat muffins.”
“Then let your workers take care of it. You stay here.”
“I have stuff I need to do.” I pulled my hair into a ponytail then grabbed my jacket.
“If you think you’re walking out of here, you’re in for a surprise.” He approached me with tense shoulders, the threat in his eyes.
If this were any other time, I’d crawl on top of him and ride him until I was satisfied. But right now, I was too irritated for that. “I’ll be fine. I can take care of myself.”
“Against a storm? The wind is thirty miles per hour. Unless you have superpowers, I don’t think you can beat it.”
“The shop is only two blocks away. I’ll be fine.”
He took a deep breath like he was trying to calm himself down. Then he slammed his fist hard into his chest, releasing his pent up frustration.
“Was that supposed to scare me?”
“It should.”
I zipped up my jacket then pulled up my hood. “I’ll see you later.” I turned away and left the bedroom.
“I don’t think so.” He grabbed me by the wrist and dragged me back. “I’m not letting this happen. It’s not safe. My office isn’t even open and money never sleeps.”
I twisted from his grasp. “Because you can work from your computers. I can’t make a birthday cake here.”
“Actually, you can.”
I was tired of arguing so I walked away.
“How can I stop this from happening?” He followed me all the way to the front door.
“You can’t.” I turned around and tried to appear as menacing as possible despite my short stature. “You need to learn that if this is going to last forever, you’ll never be able to boss me around or make decisions for me. While I take your thoughts into consideration, I’ll do whatever the hell I want.” I unlocked the door.
“Whoa, hold on.” He pushed the door shut with his palm. “Let me get dressed.”
“Why?”
“If you’re still going to go, then let me walk you.”
“Are you insane?” He was going to walk through the snow and back just to make sure I got there okay? “Hawke, I’ll be fine.”
“How will I know that? Your cell phone won’t work so how will I be able to check? What if you don’t make it to the store? How will I find you?”
Damn, he was a drama queen.
“I’m not stopping you from going. Therefore, I’m not breaking any rules.”
I narrowed my eyes.
“You could spare me the trip if you just stayed home.”
“Hawke, I have to work.”
He sighed then walked into the bedroom. “Then give me a minute to change.”
***
The weather conditions really were terrible. Snow constantly blew in the hard wind and the sidewalk was slippery and wet. Hawke held my hand and guided me forward,
M. Stratton, Skeleton Key
Glimpses of Louisa (v2.1)
Barbara Siegel, Scott Siegel