Grayson laughs, then turns to Kane. “Your brother said to stop being a cunt.”

Kane looks like he’s chewing on rocks. “Let Knox know he’s a dickhead, and if he keeps it up, I’ll beat his ass.”

As Grayson turns to me, I hold up my hand and lean around him. “You fuckin’ wish you could.”

The next thing I know, Kane rushes toward me, but Grayson stops him before he can pummel me. “Is this really how the day is gonna be? Fuck me.” He shakes his head. “It was cute for five minutes, but you two need to grow up, or we’re gonna be here all damn day.”

“Maybe if he weren’t a piece of shit who can’t keep his dick in his pants, we wouldn’t be in this situation,” Kane mutters, and I try to ignore him though his words are full of venom. I’d be lying if I said they didn’t hurt because, growing up, Kane was the only person who always had my back.

We work for two more hours, still not speaking and relaying messages. Though, I can tell he’s getting fed up. When Kane opens his mouth again, Grayson loses it.

He takes off his gloves and throws them on the ground, then looks back and forth between us. “You two really need to shut the fuck up and have a conversation to work out your issues. Actin’ like this ain’t gonna get you nowhere.”

I laugh, and Kane continues talking shit under his breath. Grayson shakes his head and walks to the truck, leaving us alone.

“You know, he’s probably right. I’ve got a lot of fuckin’ things to say,” Kane says.

I shrug. “So say ’em.”

He comes closer, straightening his spine. “I don’t like the way you’re leading Hadleigh on or using her. She’s my best friend, so I’m protective as fuck. You know how I feel about her, but you don’t give two shits and slept with her anyway. You’re the most selfish person I know.”

“I’m selfish?” I burst into sarcastic laughter. Even funnier is how he says I’m the one leading her on. “Out of all people, I’d thought you’d at least think better of me than that. Guess I was wrong. You’re not any better than me, Kane. Also, quit playin’ the goddamn victim. Women don’t like that shit. If she wanted you, she wouldn’t be meetin’ me in the barn in the middle of the night.” The fact that he’s making ridiculous assumptions about me pisses me off even more, and it’s hurtful, so I kick him where I know it’ll hurt.

“I ought to knock you the fuck out,” he mutters.