“Whisky,” my voice broke on his name and I shoved my face in his chest. I dropped the ice on the floor and clutched onto his sweater at either side of my face.
Then it hit me and it hit me hard. I pushed away, out of his arms and stomped my foot. “That f**king ass**le! ” I screamed.
Shamus woofed.
My eyes turned to the dog. He was standing at the edge of the cabinets, his body tense, staring at me.
“Sorry Shamus,” I said.
At his name, his tail started wagging and he came and pressed against me. I leaned down to give him a body rub and picked up the ice. I tossed it underhand into the sink and kept rubbing Shamus’s body but looked up at Hank.
“I’m going to f**king kill that motherfucker,” I announced.
Hank stared down at me.
“He pushed Indy down the stairs,” I continued.
“Roxie, calm down.”
“I’m not going to f**king calm down. I’m going to hunt that bastard down and murder him.”
“Oh f**k,” Hank rocked back on his heels, his eyes went to the ceiling, his hands went to his hips.
“What?” I asked.
“Nothin’.”
“What?” I asked, louder.
His eyes came back to me. “You aren’t huntin’ anyone down.”
“Wel … no,” I said, staring at him like he was crazy. “I was just saying that because I’m mad as hel . I wouldn’t begin to know how to hunt him down.”
“Let me handle it,” he said.
“Okay.”
“Seriously.”
I straightened from the Shamus Body Rub and Shamus sat on my feet.
“I said okay.”
“Indy comes to you with any bright ideas, you say, I’m handling it.”
“Okay,” I said.
“Jet, Daisy, my f**kin’ sister, come to you with grand schemes, you tel them I’m handling it.”
“Okay,” I repeated, my brows drawing together, thinking maybe he’d gone a little round the bend. “Whisky, are you al right?”
“I know how those women work. You want to get even with Flynn, you’re angry and they’l talk you into it.”
“Hank, I said I wasn’t going to –”
“It won’t even seem that way. They’l make it seem like it’s your idea.”
“Whisky.”