“I thought you wanted—”
“When did you learn to speak when you’re not being asked a question?” I snap at Richter who suddenly appears in the doorway.
His mouth becomes a tight line as he balls his fists angrily at his side but doesn’t say anything else.
I’ve never taken a belt to these kids before, but I’m not above it.
Especially not with as mouthy as he’s being.
I begin to drum my fingertips along the island top before I let out a sigh and run a hand irritably over my face.
“You clean up that mess,” I say, nodding toward Skylar. “And you, Mr. Big Mouth, come outside and help me finish pulling up the rest of the roots.”
Once you’re both nice and exhausted, then we can take care of the rest, I muse to myself as I watch him stomp angrily toward the back door.