Pit Stop: Baby! (Crescent Cove 4)

Kathy shook her head. “I don’t think this is going to work out.”

“No, wait.” I threw a narrowed gaze at Gage.

“She doesn’t need to work here with someone who doesn’t care about their employees.”

Kathy’s eyes went wide. “How dare you?”

“No. You should be ashamed.” Gage stepped forward.

“Do not talk for me, Gage Kramer! I am not your girlfriend or wife or whatever that you feel you need to defend me to this woman.”

The words this woman dripped with venom. Because my flapping jaws did not care if I had to eat tuna three meals a day.

And I didn’t even like tuna.

Kathy’s face went red. “I think I’d like you to leave now.”

Dammit. My stupid mouth. Couldn’t just leave it at defend. Nope, sure couldn’t. “You know what? I don’t want to work here anyway. That three-hundred dollar vase looks like something out of a discount bin.” I whirled around to Gage. “And you, stop getting into my business!” I stomped over to my work station and grabbed everything I could see in my blind rage.

Keys.

Air Pods.

Phone.

Favorite mug.

All of it went into my purse.

Gage came up behind me and I elbowed him. “Just go.”

“No, you’re upset.”

I glanced at Kathy, who was standing there with a pissy expression. I couldn’t even blame Gage for that sour-lemon face.

Just had to get one last shot at her, didn’t you, Rylee?

I growled and slammed out the door.

Gage caught the door so I couldn’t even have that satisfaction. Then again, knowing my luck right now, I’d shatter the glass pane.

As it was, I didn’t even know if I’d get paid for my time there.

“Dammit.”

I rushed down the street.

“Rylee, wait.”

“I do not want to talk to you right now.”

“You’re better than that job, and you know it.”

I whirled around to face him and the words log-jammed in my brain. I couldn’t even think around my anger. Because yes, I was better than that job, but it was all I had right now.

I let out a whoosh of sound like a growl had a baby with a scream and stalked down the sidewalk toward my apartment. Gage, of course, kept walking behind me, but at least he didn’t talk.

Because I was pretty sure I would murder him. And I might even get off in my current mental state.