Did he say “let’s go”?
Let’s go?
Sonia stood stock-still.
Callum turned back. “Sonia.”
“Give me the meds. I’ll –”
He cut her off by saying, “You’re going to teach me how to give it to you.”
She stayed stock-still but her mouth dropped open.
Then she said, “No, I’m not.”
To which he replied, “Yes, you are.”
“No, I –”
“Sonia, come here.”
“But, you –”
“Come here or I’ll come get you.”
Her voice grew shrill. “I can’t believe you think –”
He started toward her. She started retreating.
In seconds, she was flung over his shoulder and in a few more seconds she was set on her feet in the bathroom.
She barely got her body under her control before his torso twisted and he closed and locked the door while she stared at him in irritated horror.
Then he twisted back and demanded, “Now, show me what to do.”
She made a snatch for the boxes but he yanked them away and he was far taller and had the arm span of a giant, drat the man!
“I’m perfectly capable of doing it myself,” she snapped.
“What if you’re not?” he asked.
“What do you mean, what if I’m not? I’ve been doing it every day since I was eleven. I am capable of doing it,” she retorted.
He bent at the waist to get closer and it took everything she had not to lean back.
“What if you’re not?” he repeated. “What if there comes a time where you can’t give it to yourself? You have flu and you’re delirious. As your mate, I need to know how to take care of you.”
Really?
Did he seriously think she was his mate?
She’d known him a day!
And it was the weirdest, scariest day of her life!
He was… crazy… as a… loon!
“You aren’t my mate,” she snapped.