He switched on the light. It flared for a moment then flashed off.
“Dammit,” he swore.
“Seth,” she said, “leave it alone.”
“I want to look at you. This isn’t something to talk about in the dark.”
“We are in the dark, though. All of us.”
He frowned. She had to stare to be sure.
“You can see me just fine here,” she said. “Say what you have to say.”
“I have nothing to say.”
“Oh, come off it,” she snapped. “Out with it!”
But instead of talking, he turned around stalked up the stairs.
“Hey!” she called. “I’m not done with you.”
“Well, I’m done with you! Have been for a while.”
“You pansy,” she cried, “you bloody wuss. Man up and talk to me!”
He turned and glared at her. “Did you really just say that?”
“Yeah,” she dared, “yeah, I did. And I meant it. You men, you’re all just –”
“What?” he said, “Just what? Go on!”
“Scared of women! Deep down, you’re all scared because you don’t believe in your own bravado! You’ll never admit it, but I can see right through you.”
He switched the light on as he moved into the next room. As she followed him, he pulled out what she had been looking for.
Tale for Trifecta