“What I mean is,” I snapped. “You don’t understand me and mostly, right now, you don’t because you won’t let me bloody finish.”
He clamped his mouth shut, crossed his arms on his chest and scowled at me.
But when he did, I was so angry and all he’d said started crashing into my brain (because he was right, my choices weren’t vast, in fact, they were practically non-existent), I couldn’t get my head together enough to say a word.
“So.” He threw out a hand and invited, “Speak.”
“I need a second,” I bit out.
“I don’t have a second, Madeleine. I have a meeting with my secretary that should have started ten minutes ago.”
Unfortunately, that led me straight into bitchy.
“Well, I apologize for being a drain on your time and taking you away from your schedule. If you’re that busy, please don’t let me keep you. I mean, we’re just discussing our future.”
“According to you, my dove, we don’t have a future.”
“That’s not what I said,” I hissed.
“Oh yes,” he whispered. “It is.”
Seriously?
“Apollo—”
He was not whispering when he said, “If you can manage it without attacking anyone, see yourself home. I’ll give your apologies to the children that you couldn’t make dinner tonight. I’ll also not be joining you later this evening. However, this will serve to give you alone time to make important decisions about your future. And when you do, please share them with me so I can make some about mine as well.”
With that, he turned on his boot and walked away, not realizing he left me gutted.
Or maybe he did and he just didn’t care, seeing as he was the one who’d gutted me.
Chapter Seventeen
Huzzah!
I sat in the front room of the dower house, my crossed arms draped over the back of a couch, head down, cheek resting on them, staring at the light snow falling outside.
It really was pretty. Like a movie, so perfect it was unbelievable.
And that sucked.
For the first time since I’d been there, I wanted to go back to my world.
It had been four days since Apollo and I fought. And I had not seen him or heard from him in all that time. I hadn’t even seen any of the guys.
Apparently, Apollo got the boys in our fight. Not surprising but it made things feel worse than they already did.
And I was getting the sense from not seeing him that things were pretty bad.
In other words, it had not been a good four days.
At first, I was pissed at Apollo and how he’d behaved like an arrogant ass who got what he wanted and when he didn’t, he threw a macho man hissy fit. I was also pissed at him because, although I’d been anxious at the time, I missed dinner with the kids and that hurt. Because he was right, they seemed to like meeting me (and I definitely liked meeting them, if you didn’t count the part where I made a fool of myself). So, since the hard part was done, I wanted the second less-hard part to happen and I wanted that bad.
Then, of course, seeing as he was an arrogant ass but he was also Apollo and I liked him, as one day wore into two, I started to miss him.
Now, on day four, I knew where I stood.
Therefore, I knew I needed to make a plan.