Page 87 of Vicious Sabotage

“Carver!”

There was only one reason the idiot would go in there—her cat.

Hands plastered to her face, she watched that window in shock and terror. He’d put himself in danger. For her pet.

Ire rocked her on her heels. She ran up to the window. The heat coming from the inside scorched her face.

“Carver! Damn you! Leave the cat! Get out!” She loved her pet, but nothing was worth his life.

Smoke poured from the open window as the fire moved to the front of the house. Sirens wailed at the end of the street, but all she could focus on was the stupid man who put his life on the line for a ball of white—

Angel practically fell out the window into her hands. She grappled with her pet and got clawed in the process, but she was too busy glaring at the man climbing out the window after it.

With Angel hugged too tightly to her chest, she glared him down. “You total asshole!”

He jerked. The gleam of warning in his eyes didn’t stop her from balling her fist and punching him in the arm.

“You went into a burning house for a cat? Didn’t the SEALs teach you anything about rescue missions?”

He grabbed her arm and dragged her several feet away from the smoking building that was probably about to go up any minute. The firetruck braked hard in front of the house in a scream of sirens.

Carver hauled her into the neighbor’s yard. “You’re yelling at me for saving your cat?”

“Yes, goddammit! I can never be with you.”

“Why not?” Fury blazed over his handsome face.

“Because you fight six men at a time and practically tear your wrists apart when you rip off chains. You jump into burning buildings!” She stomped her foot.

“You’re not giving me a chance because I did those things for you?”

“We’re never going to work out!”

“You’re not giving up on me, Livia.” His words were hard and clipped over the whoop of more rescue vehicles rushing down the street.

“What’s the point? Nothing ever works out, Carver. There is no happily ever after. Fate is trying to break us up—”

“Then fate can drown in the lake. I’m not leaving.” He planted himself in the yard like he’d sprouted roots.

He was insane. They had to stop this madness.

Tipping her head up, she glared at him. “When they put out the fire in my house, I want you to get everything that belongs to you and get out!”

He looked at her for a heavy heartbeat. “Fine. I’ll start with this.” He picked her up and carried her across the street to the truck she hadn’t seen there when she pulled up.

She struggled and almost dropped the cat. “What are you doing? Put me down!”

“I’m taking what belongs to me.”

Her stomach rippled with emotion that bubbled into a sob.

This man really was crazy. And amazing.

“Set me down!” Anger still hummed in her veins, but a shot of arousal flooded in too.

He dumped her on her feet at the truck.

“You’re cute even when you’re being stubborn.”

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