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“I tell much better jokes than that,” she fired back. “Please don’t bother me, Paxton. I’m not on the clock right now.”
“W-what?” I sputtered.
“There’s no event tonight. I’m not on the clock. Please leave me alone.”
My eyebrows knit into a vee. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
She didn’t answer, and I considered heading upstairs anyway, but retreated to the main floor and stood at the bottom of the glass wall. “I guess this means you didn’t make dinner?”
Her bedroom door closed, slamming slightly, and my perplexity mounted, but as I reached for my phone to call Lincoln, he arrived home.
I strode out to meet him in the foyer. “I think Mylee’s still mad at us for not letting her leave the house today,” I informed him.
He set his keys and wallet down on the stone entrance table. “Really?” he asked worriedly. “I was wondering why she didn’t respond to my texts today.”
“Well, she basically told me to fuck off, and she’s holed up on the second floor right now.”
Lincoln sighed and made his way toward the stairs. “Mylee?”
She didn’t answer, and he hesitated as I had at the base of the stairs. “Should we go up there?”
“I don’t know. I don’t want her to throw something at me,” I replied caustically. “You go.”
“What did she say to you?” Lincoln pressed.
“She told me to respect her personal space.”
He groaned.
“Maybe she’s having her time of the month?” I suggested.
Lincoln gave me a disgusted look. “What the fuck kind of chauvinistic shit is that?” he growled. “You know what year it is, don’t you?”
“Well, I’m spitballing,” I retorted. “Because I don’t know any other reason for her to be acting like this.”
“What did you say to her?”
I jumped and whirled, exhaling. “Fuck, Kai. Don’t sneak up on people like that.”
“I live here, too,” Kai reminded me dryly. “Why is Mylee upset?”
“I don’t know!” I exploded. “I’m telling you, she was like this when I got home.”
“One of us should go up there,” Lincoln said.
“She doesn’t want us to,” I insisted. “Now who’s being patriarchal? She said no.”
Lincoln glowered at me. “Are you honestly going to tell me that I’m worse than you?” he demanded.
“Okay,” Kai interjected, stepping between us. “Fighting isn’t going to solve anything. I’m going to text her and tell her that we want to work this out.”
He pulled out his phone and fired out a text, waiting as we stood around with bated breath. There was no response.
“Is she really going to just ignore us?” I grumbled. “This is immature.”
“I’m immature?” Mylee hissed from above us. “I have the balls to confront issues when they’re in front of me. I don’t try to sweep shit under the rug.”
Taken aback, I stepped away to take her in fully at the glass partition, shocked to see just how upset she was. Her face was drawn and pale, her eyes red-rimmed as if she had been crying. Seeing her like that tightened my chest.
