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Rock turned to look at me over the kitchen island, which was now strewn with bowls and spoons. "Let me ask you a question. Drea, was it?"
"Yes, ROCK." I sneered his stupid name.
"Was this place furnished when you moved in?"
I crossed my arms. "Well, yes."
"Then is any of this stuff actually yours?"
I stiffened. "I live here. It's mine."
"Well," he said, lifting his phone to his face again. "Before you lived here, it was all mine. And this is my favorite mug."
"Did you make muffins?" I hated the tiny plea in my voice, but whatever he'd made smelled fantastic. He could give Lottie Tanner a run for her money.
"I did," he said, again not offering me any.
"Are there any left?"
"Nope."
"You ate a dozen muffins?" I asked him, incredulous. When he didn't answer, I huffed out a frustrated breath and poured myself a cup of coffee in my second-favorite mug. This one was a Wilcox Wombats mug with a ferocious wombat on skates on one side.
I carried it to the table even though all I really wanted was to do was get as far away from this arrogant jerk as possible.
"That's a nice mug."
Something in the way he was smirking at me made me want to bash his face in with the mug. Mug him with a mug. I sipped my coffee, and then realized why he'd said it.
"Oh, is this your team?"
He smiled, those full sculpted lips pulling slowly into a sexy grin that had every part of me at war internally. He was so hot. It was just so unfortunate that he was such a jerk.
"Have you called your aunt?" I asked, returning my mind to the issue at hand.
"Whenever you're ready, we'll pay her a visit." He was back to staring at his phone.
"What? I'll just call her." I stood to retrieve my own phone.
"I will need to visit with my family while I'm here anyway, and figured we could see her in person and get this all settled. I heard she was buying an inn, you know. You could probably stay there."
Fury created a loud rushing sound in my ears. "I live here," I screeched, emphasizing thelivepart of that statement. "You're here for a week, to play a made-up sports game, and then you're going back to wherever you came from. You stay at an inn!"
Rock sighed, like I was tiring him out.
I wanted to kill him.
I also kind of wanted to see what it would be like to rub my hands over his chest or maybe sprinkle him with powdered sugar and lick it off, thanks to his ongoing shirtlessness.
"Fine," I said, sinking back down to drink my coffee. "Are you going to put on a shirt at least? Or clean up this mess?"
"Doesn't Wanda still come by on Saturdays?"
"Wanda?"
"My cleaning lady."
I shook my head. "No Wanda."
