Accusations and expletives, Brodieâd been prepared for; shouting or icy rejection both would have been fine; he hadnât really expected joy or affection, even if somewhere deep down heâd been hoping for it. But even outright violence he would have had some inkling of how to deal with. It didnât look as though today would be a day for following expectations, though; at the door wasnât just one familiar face but two, with none other than Mack in Tabithaâs tow. And what passed over Tabithaâs face - before Brodie had time to so much as smile and get to his feet - was nothing less than absolute dread, and then he was gone.
Brodie frowned slightly and straightened up, starting to climb off the couch, opening his mouth to explain himself - why would he just run like that? It wasnât as though Brodie wanted anything of him, really - but the next moment Mack was upon him, knocking him to the floor, whereupon he knocked his elbow painfully and the hood of his sweatshirt caught around his neck awkwardly. He struggled against him indignantly.
"Jesus, Mack, calm down," he spluttered, pushing the smaller man aside and sitting up again, nursing his elbow. "What is the matter with you? Itâs not like I swiped anything,â and he hopped back to his feet, pushing himself up against the top of Mackâs brassy head. He wasnât in the mood for a scuffle, his head spinning; was Tabitha frightened of him? What was Mack doing here, with him, while Brodie had been out of contact for so long? Was Courtney along too? Most importantly, where the hell had Tabitha disappeared to just now?
Brodie glanced down at Mack, chewing the inside of his cheek, and blew out a long puff of air. âYou feel like explaining this to me?â
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