“It’s cumulative. It’s annoying when you put on the ‘Del knows best’ act, and since that’s
been going on for years, the annoyance built up and so ... It was to prove a point.”
“What was the point? I think I missed it.”
“I don’t know why you’re making such a big deal out of it.” She felt the temper rising, just
like the heat of embarrassment in her cheeks. “We’re adults. It was just a kiss, and a nonviolent
alternative to punching you in the mouth. Which I wish I’d done instead.”
“Okay. To be clear. You were irritated with me. Said irritation having built up over the
course of years. And your actions were an alternative to punching me in the face. Does that
sum it up?”
“Yes, Counselor, that’s close enough. Do you want me to get a Bible and swear on it? Jesus,
Del.”
She walked to the fridge, yanked it open to grab a bottle of water. She could probably think
of a man who pissed her off more, but right at the moment, Delaney Brown headed the list.
With an angry twist of the wrist she unscrewed the cap on the bottle as she turned. And
bumped right into him.