Page 47 of Tormented Bastard
Chase broke the silence first. “I’m not letting you go out in this. It’s still dangerous.”
I mimicked his stance, crossing my arms over my chest. “I’m not some simpering little woman, Chase. Haven’t I proved that enough by now? And are you saying you’re the only one that should go out in the dangerous weather? What, is it not safe for me, but magically safe for you?”
His jaw bunched, and a tic in his cheek told me he was reining in his temper as best he could.Join the club, buddy.
“No,” he said, deceptive calm in his voice. “But I’ve been through a couple of these since I’ve been on the island. I think we’ve already established that you underestimate the weather.”
My hands curled into fists, and I blew out a breath. “Yes, but I’ll be with you. Just tell me where you need my help.” When he didn’t budge, I put a hand on my hip. “Fine, I’ll just go sit in the truck and wait for you. Short of manhandling me, you can’t make me get out.”
I started toward the front door, when he caught my wrist and brought me up against his chest. In his green eyes, it wasn’t so much anger I saw as it was frustration and desire. Along with a healthy dose of fear. Why was he so scared?
“You drive me crazy, you know that?”
I gave him a feline smile. “Same goes, Hanover.”
His gaze went to my lips and then met mine again. “Fine. But you have to do as I say, okay? It’s easy to miscalculate the flooding here.” He paused. “Do you promise you’ll listen?”
I held up three fingers. “Scout’s honor.”
Before I could take my next breath, he had my face in his hands and kissed the hell out of me. I slumped against him, gathering a fistful of fabric with my hands. Just when I thought I would pass out from the lack of oxygen, he released me.
“Let’s go help this idiot and get back. We’ve got a few more rooms in this house to christen before the night’s over.”
