have cut me loose. I did it for you.”
“Look at you, all holier than thou . How many women have you strung along, made promises to?”
“If I am with a woman, we have a mutual caring and understanding. A commitment to each other for as long as we last. I’ve never touched another while I was with you.”
“Liar. You follow Rhiannon around like a puppy. You are always touching her. Her hair, her shoulder. Do you think I don’t know what people say behind my back?”
“I don’t care what others say. You leave her out of this. You make me sick, Maegan. Get the hell out of here now.”
“You don’t mean that.”
“I do. Every single time I’ve said it in the last three months.”
“Redheaded slut, she’s crawled under your skin with her poor little me act.”
He was across the room in a flash. So fast he barely registered the movement, rage pumping off him in waves.
Her blue eyes filled with fear.
Skye had never hurt a woman, but he couldn’t let the insult slide. “If you were a man, you would be out cold on the floor right now. As it is, say one more word, just one, about Rhiannon and I might forget what you are. I’m done with you, Maegan. Done. Over. She’s ten times the woman you could ever be.”
He dodged the glass jar full of strawberry preserves Maegan picked up from the table and flung. It smashed against the wall two inches beside his head. Sticky goo splattered on the walls and into his hair.
“You think you can bandy me about like your other women, do you?” Smash! Splinters of glass from a broken plate ripped across his cheek, leaving a deep slash. Damn, that hurt. Looked like Liv might get that chance to defend his shameful honor. “No one tosses me aside.”
“Leave, or I’ll throw you out.”
“Oh, you will, aye?” She stormed toward the door.
Rhiannon walked through, blocking Maegan’s path.
He had hurt her. Too bad. Cheating hussy. “You’re right. I’m in love with Rhiannon. I have been for months.”
“Skye, you can shut everything down for the–what did you say?” Rhia stopped in the doorway, her mouth open in shock.
“You bastard! I’ll kill you.” Tears rolled down Maegan’s face.
“Everything’s fine. Maegan was just leaving.”
“Burn in hell.” She spun around and spat on the floor at Rhiannon’s feet.
He leaned against the counter to watch Rhiannon unleash her temper.
“Let me tell you something, Maegan. I don’t know what you’re arguing about, but I’ve had enough of this. I would never fire an employee in front of a customer, that’s all that saved you earlier, but I don’t have time for your soap operas or histrionics. My father is dying and I will not allow you to destroy my family’s reputation or speak to my friend that way, one who has done nothing but try to help me. You are fired. Now get the hell out of my place before I throw you out myself.”
“You can’t fire me! I’d like to see you try it.”
“I just did. And the damage is coming out of your pay, just so you know. I’ll mail that to you.”
Maegan grabbed her arm. “I’ll kill you for taking what’s mine.”
“No. You won’t,” Sky promised. “Take your hand off my woman.”
She punched Rhiannon square in the jaw, pushed her aside, and stalked out the back door.
Skye flipped the lock behind her.
* * * *
Rhia had to give Maegan credit–the woman packed a punch. Running her tongue over her teeth, she pushed, testing them, but they held. Her jaw would probably be one big bruise by morning. It just might have been worth it.
Skye grabbed a handful of ice cubes out of the freezer, poured them into a plastic bag and covered it with a dish towel before handing it to her. Had she imagined his words? I’m in love with Rhiannon. Take your hand off my woman . She took the bag with an unsteady hand and pressed the homemade ice pack to her aching face.
“Thank you,” she said. “That’s a nasty cut. You’re probably going to need
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