“The first time you touch me, it’s so you can ask me for your car so you can leave me. I didn’t feel much like playin’
fair.”
“Hank.”
He interrupted me. “You were cal in’ me Whisky a few minutes ago when you intended to make me do what you wanted by takin’ me in your mouth.”
I realized then that he was angry and I came up on my elbows.
“Are you angry?” I asked, even though I knew he was.
“You are ‘She’s the One’.” I gasped.
“I am not ‘She’s the One’,” I snapped.
“You’re completely ‘She’s the One’.”
“Am not!” I shouted.
“Please tel me we aren’t havin’ this ridiculous conversation,” he said, sounding exasperated.
“You started it,” I returned.
“I see. We are having this ridiculous conversation.” I made a strangled noise.
He rol ed me onto my back and then his weight moved and he reached over me, switching on the light. Then he settled on his side, towering over me and looked at me.
Before he could say anything I said, “I want my car.”
“You aren’t leavin’,” he replied.
“No. I’m not. I just want my car.”
“Then you aren’t gettin’ it until I know you won’t do anything stupid, like leave.”
I scowled at him. “I said I wouldn’t leave, I won’t leave.”
“I hate to say this Sunshine, but I don’t trust you. You think al igators are cute and you got friends who’l drop everything to drive across country to bring you your stuff and that’s because you got a heart bigger than the state of Colorado and what happened today flipped you out. Not, I’m guessin’, what happened to you but what happened to Daisy while she was with you. I give you back your car and you’re gone.”
He was so right.
I hated that.
“It’s my car.”
“You’re my woman and I don’t want you off on your own with Flynn and God knows who lookin’ for you.” My body froze.
“Bil y?”
Hank stared at me and I knew he’d said more than he intended.
Then he muttered, “Fuck.”
I felt fear steal through me.
“Hank, talk to me,” I whispered.
His thigh moved over mine and he pinned me to the bed.