Oh my God, he was a jerk. He was beyond a jerk. He was the jerkiest jerk I’d ever met.
“You’re a jerk,” I told him.
His brows snapped together. “You want me to f**k Sandra while I’m f**kin’ you?”
“You’re not gonna f**k me.”
“Yeah, I am.”
“No, you aren’t.”
“Ava, you missed it when it happened so I’ll clue you in. Last night, around the time you fell asleep against me, you became mine.”
My eyes went huge. “How do you figure that?”
All of a sudden, his face changed. He was watching me and I could tell he was thinking about something and by the look of him whatever it was didn’t bode well for me.
“Luke, step back,” I demanded.
“No,” he said softly but it wasn’t to my demand, it was to himself. “I’m thinkin’ you’ve been mine a lot longer than that.”
I stopped breathing and stared at him, scared far, far more now than I had been when he was angry.
His eyes roamed my face and hair again then they locked on mine. “I’m thinkin’ you been mine since about the time your Dad left your Mom.”
Whoa.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
This was not happening.
“Step back,” I whispered.
“Maybe before,” he was still talking to himself.
“Please, step back.”
His eyes had gone far away but they came back and focused on me. “I’m right, aren’t I?”
“You’re crazy and an out-of-control macho man is what you are.”
“I’m right.”
“You’re nuts.”
“Think about it.”
I wasn’t going to think about it. I was going to move to Wyoming and live with Sissy and her mother to get away from Luke.
That was when I realized something and my eyes snapped back to his. “How did you know my phone number? It’s unlisted.”
His face began to relax from its trip down memory lane intensity but I was way behind him, still back at being pissed off.
“Babe, I work at a private investigations agency.”
“Is that how you found out where I live?”
“Yeah.”