Bryant Station Curves, Book 4
The cold water shocked both men causing them to stop hitting each other.
“Look at the mess you have made!” Courtney slammed the metal pitcher down on the counter top.
Both men stared at her.
“Don’t you even think for one minute that I’m cleaning this mess! You made it with your ridiculous fight.” Courtney put her hands on her hips. “What do you have to say for yourselves?”
Scott looked at Todd then at himself. They were both covered with remnants of ruined pie, and they were soaked from the water Courtney had thrown on them. Blood covered their faces.
Todd looked at his cousin, then back at Courtney. She was furious. She looked beautiful. Todd started laughing. Instead of running away scared, his mate had taken it upon herself to stop the fight between him and Scott, but she had done it in a way that did not bring her near the danger of the two men fighting. Her bravery pleased his bear, but it terrified the man. She needed to know her limitations so she stayed safe.
“Are you laughing at me?” Courtney’s cheeks turned pink, but her eyes flashed with anger. “Let’s see how you are laughing when you two are cleaning this place, replacing the glass in the display case, and baking more pies to replace the ones you ruined.”
“He started it.” Scott pointed at Todd.
“He may have started it, but you could have taken it outside.” Courtney plopped her hands on her hips. “But did you do that? No! You started the fight in the middle of my bakery. You destroyed the glass case and half my morning’s work. I hope you two are proud of yourselves, especially you.” Courtney pointed her finger at Todd. “You should be ashamed of yourself. You are a police officer. You’re supposed to keep the peace. You shouldn’t be starting fights or destroying property.”