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I wasn’t that girl any longer. I was stronger. And I was very much alive.
“Just wait, my little pet. Our time together isn’t over. I will come for you again.”
CHAPTER3
Chasity
Thirty minutes had passed. Thirty minutes of absolute torture, but mostly because of the continued attraction we shared.
“Goddamn it,” Snake snarled and tried to push me away. “You’re an evil woman.”
“Yup. You’re right. I prefer to see my patients able to walk and talk so they can spend the rest of their time on earth pissing off anyone who annoys them.”
He sucked in his breath so hard I was certain he’d crack a rib. “What a ballbuster.”
I planted my hands on either side of him, peering down in an effort to keep his attention, fighting with the butterflies that hadn’t left my stomach since I’d fallen on him. “That too. Soldier. Get moving. We have ten minutes left and you are going to work every second of them.”
“I can’t do it,” he growled.
“Yes, you can, and you will.”
“Just leave me alone.”
I’d worked him over with leg exercises, pushing him to the limit of what he could tolerate. He still had excellent muscle strength, but if he didn’t exercise his injured leg, he would slowly start to lose it. I refused to allow that to happen.
But I sensed his frustration increasing, his inability to make his leg move the way he used to be able in the past a strangling moment.
“Ten more. You can do it, Snake. Just breathe and try.” I rubbed his thigh, keeping my fingers in a firm hold. He remained quiet for a few seconds, never blinking as he stared at me. He’d had so many knots in his muscles when I started, but even through his heightened anger, the exercise was already helping.
“Not a fucking chance.” Jerking away from me, he rolled over, immediately struggling to his feet. When he slammed into the couch, I sensed his anger bursting through the surface. As he fisted his hands, his entire body tensing, I could tell he was ready to blow a gasket.
If I backed off now, he’d succumb to the darkness that seemed to have a firm hold on his psyche. What I didn’t anticipate was the horrible level of his rage. I was barely able to rise to my feet, backing away before his anger erupted. He raked his arm across everything on the coffee table, hissing as the items were tossed to the floor. Then he moved to the small bookcase, yanking it away from the wall, dumping the contents without hesitation.
He pounded his fists against the wall several times, forcing me to wince, the horrible sound reverberating in my ears.
“Just get out,” he snarled.
“No.” Why did I have the urge to add ‘you can’t make me’? The conversation and the interaction were absurd.
“You better do it or else.”
“Are you threatening me?” Goddamn, the man was infuriating.
“Yeah. Maybe I am. It’s obvious you don’t know what I can do.”
When he took long strides in my direction, I stood my ground. Yet when the asshole dared to try to move me, I shoved him with all my might. There was that signature grin of his again, which had now worn down my patience level.
He’d also already slithered under my skin, my inability to stop thinking lurid thoughts a clear indication I wasn’t the right therapist for him.
Who else is going to do it?
“You can’t scare me, Snake. I refuse to back down or succumb to your bullshit. But I will leave because I will not be threatened by you or any man. I refused to allow that to happen before and I’m not going to do it now. Besides, I’ve passed my daily tolerance for your presence and your mouth.” I started to turn away from him then jerked around once again. “And another thing. Do your damn exercises or you will have a limp for the rest of your life. It’s entirely up to you. It’s clear that without the structure of the military you’ve become undisciplined. You also need anger management.” I kept my head held high, clenching my jaw as I stared into his eyes.
“Doing what? Just what do you suggest now, Nurse Pain-in-my-ass?”
God, I wanted to wrap my hands around his throat.
How much more was I going to allow the man to push me? “Like painting. You know, art? I don’t know. Knitting. Do something that fills you with passion. Something that keeps your mouth shut.”
