“I’m not yours!”
“You will be tonight.”
Holy shit, shit, shit.
What was happening here?
Was I in an alternate universe?
“You can’t do this! We can’t do this!”
“Why not?”
He was calm and blasé, one of his hands was tangled in my hair and the other arm was wrapped around my back, the hand resting at my waist like we did this every morning of our lives.
Both my hands were pressed on the counter and I was about ready to shoot through the ceiling.
Lee was not just a Bad Boy, a Badass or a Badass Extraordinaire, he was a f**king crazy man.
I thought about it for a second, hard and partially hysterically, and then came up with something. It wasn’t original but it was something.
“You’re like my older brother.”
“Is that why you tried to stick your tongue down my throat when you were fifteen?”
Yikes.
“And sixteen?”
Crap.
“And seventeen?”
“Okay, okay, I get it. Jeez.” I broke into his trip down memory lane. “You said you thought of me like your younger sister.”
“I lied.”
My eyes bugged out at this piece of news.
“What?”
“I was into some serious shit back then, depending on the assignment, I didn’t know if I’d come home breathing and in one piece. You were twenty years old and hung up on me.”
Oh for f**k’s sake.
“I was not hung up on you.”
He grinned. “Yes you were.”
I was but I wasn’t going to admit it.
I narrowed my eyes and he kept talking.
“I didn’t need any entanglements. I didn’t need anything on my mind but what I was doing. I didn’t need to worry if I’d leave a girl at home brokenhearted because something happened to me.”
I had to admit, that made sense and it was kind of thoughtful.
I wasn’t going to acknowledge that to him either.