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A nice, hard slap too.
She’s got some oomph behind the slap. I’m not so sure that the slap is meant for me but I’m the easiest target for her.
“Damn!” PJ says. “Lady has got a right hook like a champ!”
I rub my cheek and watch as Piper turns and runs out of the house and down the porch.
I see that she drove her car over.
She must realize the same thing.
She stops, turns and reaches into her pocket.
“Here’s your fucking key back!”
Piper throws the key fob to my SUV through the air.
“And she can throw,” Trey calls out from behind me.
“Piper,” I say.
She throws up both middle fingers and that’s her lovely goodbye to me.
I’m not so sure I’ve ever seen a woman so worked up and mad at me like this. At least one that I haven’t slept with.
I debate chasing after her, but I quickly wonder if she will possibly run me over.
Piper gets into her car and doesn’t waste a second before taking off. The little engine whining all the way up the road and out of sight.
Ranger walks out onto the porch and up next to me.
“I had no idea until she was here,” he says.
“Yeah, well, I could have went without that happening,” I say.
Ranger pats my back. “I don’t know, man. The way you two were going at it…”
I turn my head and see Ranger’s drunk, glossy eyes.
“What?” I ask.
He chuckles. “I bet you end up marrying that woman…”
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Piper
It’s been days since I last had to endure seeing Cutter Buckley in person.
My best guess is that slap across the face worked. Him and his jerk baseball buddies messing around like that with me. Telling me there’s an emergency and it’s just a bunch of drunk baseball players laughing like moronic jocks. All at my expense.
I don’t know who drove him to get his SUV back, but it’s been gone.
My car is running just fine.
I have a check written out to Cutter in my glovebox. Next time I have to see him, I’ll hand him the check and thank him again for his help and that’s the end of everything.
You can call the slap unfair but one thing I do not tolerate at all is when someone starts talking about my personal life, especially my son. Just because I have a son doesn’t make me any different. And just because I’m a single mother doesn’t either. I’m not someone looking for a handout or begging for help.
