Promise Me This (Wilder Family #3)

The entire day was too quiet for the raw chaos erupting in my head. Cameron didn’t need me at the jobsite, so I was at the shop before dawn, working feverishly through a list of things Ivy had requested.

She came in later in the morning, arched one of her perfect eyebrows at the way I hacked at a piece of wood, pursed her lips thoughtfully, and disappeared into the office for about an hour. The hacking wasn’t enough, though. I needed my muscles burning and my blood screaming. Pressure built under my skin, desperately seeking an outlet, and I had to give it one.

My hand gripped the piece of wood until I thought the skin might split over my knuckles, and I whipped it to the side, where it clattered noisily against the wall, knocking over a few pieces with it.

Exiting the office with narrowed eyes, Ivy paused in the doorway and watched me for a few moments.