She should have called him a slave driver and an egomaniac. Thorn had been nothing but bossy since she’d arrived, ordering her around like he had the right. “Look, damn it. I don’t need another water break.” She did but she refused to agree with him. On anything. “I’m not wearing that stupid bikini you stole from my closet last night, and—” “Technically your sister’s closet, right?” he drawled. “—I’m not an idiot. I know how to transplant fucking beans from one pot to this piece-of-crap garden bed.” Parched and suffering from a headache, she’d tired of him looming over her ten seconds after he’d started…an hour ago. “Someone’s cranky. If you can’t handle the morning after, maybe you shouldn’t drink.” “Fuck you.” The bastard laughed. She seethed and did something she wasn’t proud of. She lost her temper. Glaring up at the stupid man who didn’t have the decency to put a shirt on over all that glorious muscle, she flung a shovelful of dirt in his face.
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