Poppy's Picnic (Poppy's Place Short) - Plot & Excerpts
he called as she maneuvered the four-wheeler over the lumpy terrain. “Let’s talk about this.”She kept driving, but one rut, the deep one Paul always swore he was going to smooth out, caught her front tires and stopped her. While she rocked her body forward and back to gain momentum, Trevor caught up, jumping the narrow but deep rut and reaching around her. She smacked his hands away, but he killed the engine and pulled the key out.She glared at him. “Give it back.”“Not until we talk.”“About what? Anything at this point is just filler because you already butted your big nose in where it didn’t belong.” She whacked her palms against the steering bar. “Ugh. You make me so mad sometimes. Why do you have to be so overbearing? This was not your problem to fix.”It was a problem that had the potential to creep up on them and make her cry again. Rose was a user; he’d seen her kind before. She might act like she wanted to care for herself, but she wanted to be taken care of—and since Doug was her husband, that was his job.
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