“Home sweet home.” Her newfound temper was bubbling over, bordering on hysteria. She wasn’t familiar with this new emotion. How was she supposed to handle it? Was it okay to scream and let valuable breakables fly across the room—she didn’t know the correct protocol. She’d seen many tempers flare as a child, but they seemed to stem more from hate and evil. Taking a much needed, calming breath, she flopped onto the small sofa centered in the middle of an area that could be considered the living room. Men. Who did they think they were? Egotistical, arrogant, sons of bitches. She was twenty-nine years old and a woman very capable of making her own decisions when it came to her life. Jake had no right making it sound like it was her fault she’d left Patience. If things could have been different, she would have wanted to stay. She’d dreamed of staying here and building a typical white picket-fenced family. She’d wanted to be one of those girls who lived and died in the same zip code.
