"Seriously," I snap, slamming a pan on the stovetop and forcefully turning the heat to medium. "She's worked for EIMC ten days, and every one of those days, she's shown her f*****g face at this clubhouse." Turning to pull the butter out of the fridge, I slam it on the counter. I growl and continue to bang as I get a spoon and put butter in the pan. "And every f*****g time she's here, she either finds a reason to talk to Timber or stares at him all night. And when she does talk to him, she's constantly touching him. I swear to God, one more f*****g time, and I might break her hand."
Turning around to face Willow, I come up short to find Timber and Grey standing next to her with smirks on their faces.
"Why don't you tell us how you really feel, hon," Grey says, causing the other two
