Free Blissful volume 3 (New Adult Romance) by Clarissa Wild Page B

why does this have to be so hard?
     
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    Amy’s raking the ground, gathering the piles of dung while I scoop them up and dunk them into the wheelbarrow. It’s a shitty job, literally, but I’m thankful that she’s willing to help.
    However, a rattling noise coming from the ranch’s edge is alerting me. A car shoots over the road and comes to a squeaking halt right in front of my fence. Someone rolls down a window. The face that comes popping out makes squeeze the shovel so tight, the wood starts to crack and snap.
    Ronnie fucking Keston.
    Amy looks up when the door of his car slams shut. When she sees him, her mouth drops open. “Ronnie?”
    I slam the shovel into the ground and stomp toward him. Amy’s right behind me, pulling my arm.
    “Wait, Jack. Don’t.”
    “Don’t what?” I bite. “This is my land, and I’ll be damned if that jerk sets any foot on it.”
    I pull my arm loose, straighten my back, and barge over to him. Amy’s beside me, keeping her hawk-like eyes on me, as if she’s afraid I’m going to take a swing at him. Well, I might if he doesn’t get his ass off my land quickly.
    “What the fuck are you doing here?” I say as I near him.
    He holds up his hands. “Wow, wow, chill.”
    “As soon as you get your ass out of here, I will.”
    “Hey, I’m standing outside your gate, if you didn’t notice,” Ronnie says, and he lowers his glasses as if he’s all that.
    I’ll wipe that fucking smug off his face.
    I snort. “This here,” I point around the area, “is all McCallister’s property. Mine. So unless you get going right now, I might not grab a pile of dung, throw it at your face, tie you to a pole, and shoot you off into space where you can enjoy the smell of shit forever.”
    “Jack!” Amy says, and she pokes me in the side, making me frown.
    “Jesus, what the fuck is your problem?” Ronnie says to me.
    His face makes my blood boil. He makes me want to spit in his face. That’s my problem.
    “You are my problem!” I say. “How dare you come here after what you did to her!” I point at Amy.
    “I’m here to talk to her. That’s why. And in case you didn’t notice, she is not your property, and I’d like to talk to her. She can decide for herself if she wants to.”
    “I don’t fucking care! You are not setting one foot into this ranch!”
    “Jack …” Amy says, and she nudges me aside. “Let me talk to him.”
    “I don’t trust him …” I say, my nostrils flaring. Ronnie keeps his snake-like squinting eyes on us as if he’s trying to eavesdrop on our conversation, and I don’t like it one bit.
    Amy grabs my face and forces me to look at her. Her touch instantly pulls me away from him and directs me gaze into her beautiful eyes. They’re full of confusion, and it’s making me uneasy.
    “But you can trust me,” she says.
    She’s caressing my cheek. I put my hand on her hand and close my eyes. “I don’t want you to get hurt again.”
    “I know, but I won’t let him hurt me again. I promise.”
    She puts her forehead to mine and smiles. The look in her eyes settles the heat burning in my lungs, and I feel less like a dragon breathing fire.
    I sigh. “If that’s what you want.” I’ll do anything to keep that smile she has on her face when she looks at me.
    “Thank you,” she says, and after a kiss on my cheek she walks off to join fucking Keston in a stroll around my property. Well, as long as he doesn’t set foot in here, I’m okay with them walking and talking somewhere along the road.
    I watch them as they talk, hoping to catch a glimpse of what they’re saying. Of course I don’t understand a thing, I can’t read lips. But the look in Amy’s eyes tell s me enough. Her eyes are lowered and she’s biting her lip again. She always does that when she’s over thinking things. I know what’s going on. I don’t have to be able to read minds to see that happening. He’s making her a proposition. And from the desperate look on her