I Never Told You || Clint & Kate (Flashback Para)
Clint held the donut in his mouth as he walked back towards the house, hands full of snail mail. The lesson in this was to check his mailbox more often and he knew it, but he couldn’t be bothered to sort through the credit card offers and old magazines until he absolutely had to. It wasn’t as bad here at the farm as it’d been in the city, but the second he’d gotten around to changing his forwarding address, letters’d been coming out of the woodwork. Tossing the pile onto the counter, he took a bite of donut, flipping through his bi-weekly haul. Junk, junk, bill, junk…he’d just tossed one of those girly magazines onto the table, figuring he’d give it to Kate, when he saw the envelope.
It was large, paper-sized. Thicker than the others. Decent quality. Turning it over, he saw the fancy lettering—Drew, Shannon, and Associates. His stomach clenched. Lawyers.
“Clint! Where are you? You need to come see this.”
Hearing his partner call for him, he opened the screen door a little wider and poked his head out. “I’m coming! Hold on a sec.” His voice was colder than intended, as if he was already steeling himself off. Bracing for impact, for what he knew was in the envelope…for the only reason he could think of that lawyers’d be contacting him. Putting the donut down, he tore open the packet. Ignoring the fancy letterhead, he went right for the paperwork.
…Mrs. Barbara Morse Barton…
…division of assets, as outlined in the document below…
Tossing the papers on the counter, he walked out into the yard, slamming the door behind him. Grabbing his bow and one of the quivers he’d laid out for him and Kate, he didn’t even bother picking a formal target. Instead, he aimed at them all, one after another, irritation growing with every arrow that missed its mark. This goddamn bow. Stupid fucking arrows. Windy ass state. He cursed under his breath, blaming anything and everything for the rookie mistakes…except himself. Emptying the quiver blindly into the marks, he finally lowered his bow, feeling eyes on him.
“What?” he snapped. Immediately, his gaze softened. This wasn’t her fault. “Sorry. Sorry, I’m just—” He closed his eyes, resting his hands on top of his head, taking a breath. “Bad mood. One of those days, you know?” But the joke felt hollow, even to his own ears. “So...what’d you wanna show me?”
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