“Yes, I can,” I retorted and went into the barn. It still had lingering scents of animals from the time my parents had a farm, but that operation had ended years ago. It was large enough I could set up different areas for the variety of mediums in which I liked to work. I could use the old hayloft, too, maybe as a mini-work area for sketches and such. Perfect.
I brushed by Asher, who was still following me around, and walked toward the back door of the house. Before I could shut it in his face, he pushed past me and went inside like he owned the place. The kitchen felt like it was closing in.
“What part of ‘go away’ do you not understand?” I snapped, more than fed up with the entire situation.
He folded his arms across his chest. “I’ll leave when we actually have a conversation.” Oh, hell no.
“I don’t need to talk to you about anything. You’re the very last man on earth I would wish to have a conversation with. Piss off.”