“I’ve been doing it alone for twenty-six years,” she pointed out.
“Yes, and that stops now.”
“Why?” she cried.
“You didn’t see you.”
“What does that mean?”
“That means you’re not doing it alone,” he stated implacably.
“This is ridiculous!” she snapped, trying to push away only for him to pull her back, this time even closer.
“You could barely stay standing,” he told her, head still tipped down but his eyes had gone tawny.
Well, she learned something. His eyes went gold for a lot of reasons, including anger.
Good to know.
In the face of his anger, she still retorted, “I’ll repeat, I’ve been doing this for twenty-six years.”
“And I’ll repeat, you’re not doing it alone any longer. I’m giving you the f**king injection.”
Sonia glared.
Callum scowled.
His scowl, she reckoned, was a lot better than her glare.
She reckoned this because he didn’t back down, she did.
“You know,” she started tartly, “for a brief second there I thought you were nice, even sweet. You’re not. You’re a big, bossy jerk.”
His face began to soften and she saw the blue start to seep back into the gold of his irises before he started, “Sonia –”
She cut him off and shoved at his chest (to no avail) before demanding, “Can I have tea now?”
Callum sighed the sigh of a man beleaguered, which irritated her even more.
He hadn’t been kidnapped. He hadn’t been bossed around. He hadn’t been forced to receive an injection from some woman he barely knew.
Why he sounded beleaguered she’d never know!
He cut into her thoughts. “I’ll get you some tea then we’re talking about what happened earlier when Waring was here.”
She pushed up and managed to get on an elbow. “Don’t do me any favors, wolf, I’ll get my own tea and I don’t want to talk about –”
She stopped speaking because all of a sudden she wasn’t on an elbow.
She was flat on her back and most of his weight was pinning her to the couch.
And, it should be noted, the tawny had beaten back the blue in his eyes and his face was so far away from soft, it wasn’t funny.
“Callum –”
“You call me ‘wolf’ when you want me near you, when you want me to hold you and when you want me to f**k you. You don’t call me ‘wolf’ when you’re pissed at me, is that understood?”
Sonia didn’t know what came over her, she’d never felt anything like it before.