and he tightened his grip. We struggled like this in a sort of awkward midair arm wrestle, our fiery gazes meeting over the struggle. His eyes narrowed. Mine did the same. He scowled, I bared my teeth at him.
“Domestic violence is frowned upon,” I growled.
“So is cheating on your spouse,” he snapped back just as quickly.
With that, he reached up with his other hand and plucked the card right out from in between my fingers. When I lunged at him to get it back, he stuffed the damn thing down his pants. Down his pants. Like a bully in grade five trying to keep the stolen lunch money away from the scrawny kid on the playground.
In response I slapped his upper arm. It was surprisingly hard under my touch. I knew he had gorgeous arms but in the long sleeved raglan t-shirt he wore today, his muscles were not completely obvious. But when he wore short sleeve t-shirts, I noticed how the sleeves wrapped snugly around his biceps. Even when I nagged and pleaded with myself not to notice, I couldn’t help myself.
Things would just go easier if I refused to acknowledge that I—very grudgingly—found Lucas attractive, and infuriating, and annoying and… fuckable.
I sneered at him as he gloated. Damn. The asswipe had stolen my bra trick and used the guy version of it. And damned if I didn’t want to go digging into his jeans to find that card and fish it back. Purely so I could get the number, of course. And maybe so I could frustrate him.
He shook his head with a laugh. “Don’t even think about it. You get this back when we sign the divorce papers. It’s for your own good. If immigration found out you were dating someone on the side, the whole thing would be screwed up. And frankly, I didn’t go through all this BS and put myself through six months—and counting—of celibacy to see it fail.”
I blew out a breath and held my hands up, fingers spread wide open. “Fine. Fine. I have a vibrator, anyway. I don’t need a dude.”
And to my utter satisfaction, his face flushed red. Score one for Kat. Instead of responding, he narrowed his eyes at me.
As I turned to go, I smirked at him over my shoulder. “If you’re a good boy, maybe I’ll buy you a blowup sheep doll for your birthday.”
He responded with a gesture that implied he’d be fondling himself later, poor sap. So I fired off my parting shot before turning to head back to the Den. “Remember to use lube to prevent chafing.”
“Hold up, Cranberry. I have a piece of mail for you in my car.”
I spun back to face him, brow arched. He’d just given me a handful of letters yesterday. He wasn’t due for another mail drop until next week, if at all. It was all business crap and junk mail at this point. A few bills, or the occasional package from online orders.
“Well considering how you hate breaking the rules, I doubt that’s an invitation to check out the back seat of your car.”
He rolled his eyes. “I would have sat on it and waited until next week but it looked important. It’s from Canada.”
My jaw involuntarily clenched and I could feel the rest of my body following suit. Mail from Canada couldn’t be good… unless one of my old friends had tracked me down and even that held its own problems.
I blinked. “What kind of mail? Like a letter?”
He shrugged. “I didn’t open it. It just looked… important. Maybe an immigration thing though I don’t know what official mail you need from Canada to do that. It is clearly from a lawyer’s office, though.”
My stomach dropped, and I fought to unclench the fists at my sides because he was now taking in my posture with a frown of his own. Drawing in a deep sigh, I tried to calm the racing of my heart. A lawyer’s office in Canada could mean only one of a very few things—none of them good.
My stomach felt like lead but I turned away from him to prevent him from seeing anything more of my reaction. With effort, I effected a shrug and cleared my throat. “I’ll stop by your car after work same as always.”
After a few steps, where he awkwardly trailed me at my heels, he asked the question. “Is everything okay? You suddenly got really tense.”
Huh. Just like him to act all nice after being a jerk for