“Makes a brother wonder how he’s going to deal with her when she starts dating.” Fin sighed.
“So, Luna. What’s the deal with that?” Maggs said, throwing him a soda with more force than was needed.
“Let it go, Tigger.”
“You’re not usually mean to people. Grumpy asshole, yes, but you’re not rude or hurtful. You need to apologize.”
That was four people who’d said he needed to do that; he was getting seriously annoyed.
“I wasn’t rude,” he lied.
“Not what I heard. Also heard she threw water over your head. Pip said if Luna hadn’t done it, she would have.”
Fin was sitting on the floor, long legs out in front of him, back resting on a wall.
“I’ll apologize, all right. Let it go.”
“I know you will, because you’re a good man. What I want to know is why you felt the need to speak to her that way.”
“I told you. She threw her shoe at me. Now shut up.” Nash opened his soda and took a long drink. “I’m seriously wishing I’d chosen outer Mongolia for the location I wanted to live out my days at. Do I get points for helping Miss Sarah at least?”
“You did good there.” She waved his words away.
“Gee, thanks,” Nash said.
Fin laughed.
“I’m waiting.” Maggs tapped her foot.
“Don’t do that foot tapping crap with me, Maggs. You didn’t tell me stuff when you came back from London and weren’t exactly an open book.”
“And I apologized for that. However, we are not discussing me.”
“We’re not discussing me either. We done here?” He looked at Fin, who nodded.
“But I will add to what my beautiful fiancée said, Nash. You’re a good man. You may appear the opposite, but we know better. Not sure why you felt the need to go off at Luna. Spent some time talking to her last night; she’s nice.”
“Appearances can be deceiving,” Nash muttered.
“Is it because she’s beautiful that you don’t like her? Or because she’s successful?” Maggs asked.
“Neither, and I don’t like or dislike her.”
“If this is about whatever went on between you and that woman I didn’t meet when I was in London—”
“What? How do you know about that?”
“The other members of our family talk to me even if you don’t,” Maggs said.
“I’m leaving, and don’t bring this up again,” Nash snarled.
“Can you bring your guitar next time? You can serenade me,” Fin said.
Nash threw his empty soda can at him.
He then walked out of the house, climbed into his pickup, and drove away. When he reached his cabin, he stood in the shower for about twenty minutes before pulling on clean clothes. He was hungry again after the work at Fin’s. The rest of the day was his. No people. He’d play some guitar, read, and do a whole shit ton of nothing. Nash tried to have a day off each week, and today was that day. Well, he’d get a half day at least.
Damn Maggie and her questions. She was always like that. Getting up in his face about stuff. He just wanted to be left alone. Pulling open the fridge, he looked in. It was empty except for a yogurt pot, two carrots, and an apple. Pulling out the yogurt, he looked at the date. It had expired two weeks ago.