Heron Lake Plateau It’s all business in the left-hand lane

WC:205

This wasn’t the response Niamh wanted at all. She wanted- and had perhaps expected- for Colt to be his usual joking, ambivalent self. She’d half expected him just to laugh at her grumpiness and pull her close, tease her about being a sourpuss and then break down her barriers by using his studly seducing powers. So when he spoke, she felt slightly frightened. Had he laughed at her for being grumpy, she would have felt more comfortable getting pissy and giving him a piece of her mind. But he wasn’t laughing, and he wasn’t amused. He sounded tired and upset, and suddenly, she felt guilty. 

No, she told herself. She had to be strong, and had to stand up for her beliefs, right? That she could do...But trying to rein in her temper wasn’t one of her strengths. She couldn’t possibly deliver her feeligs without coming across as being immature. She knew this was going to be hard- and her tiredness didn’t help. Stupid idea, staying up almost the whole night, Niamh. 

”Just....Ugh.” She said, and tapped her tail against the ground in annoyance, like a cat might. ”Why’d you have to take her side?” Niamh complained, a slight whine to her voice.