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“Kidnappers? You thought I was kidnapped?” Her eyes gleamed with amusement, and it pissed him off even more.
“I’m rich. It’s more than possible.”
“From inside your home while you were only a few feet away?” She laughed. “No sound. No broken windows.”
“What was I supposed to think?” He didn’t appreciate the fact that her argument was valid and logical because he couldn’t seem to think rationally when it came to her. “You were going to take a shower and when I went to find you, you were gone.”
“Big deal. I left. I texted you that I was okay. I’m not going to feel bad about this. You’re not my jailor, Harker.”
“No, I'm your—”
“Don't you dare say you're my husband. That was all a farce, and you know it.”
“It wasn’t a farce. We’re married.” He took a step toward her. “You may not like it, but I am your husband.”
“Only for a few more months.”
It was like she’d stabbed him in the gut and twisted the knife. This morning he’d thought things were getting better between them, but obviously, he’d been wrong.
“We need to talk.” She walked past him and stopped in front of the couch.
“Tomorrow.” His emotions were raw and exhausted from the roller coaster ride that had been his day—from finally fucking her and spending time with her again to the fear when he’d found her missing and now, she’d destroyed the only hope he’d had in weeks of her ever forgiving him. He was done. He couldn’t take anymore tonight. “I’m going to go do some work. Dinner is in the kitchen.” He walked toward his office.
“I ate at Ellie’s.”
“What?” He stopped, turning toward her. “Why would you do that? You knew I was cooking dinner. I made that fucking soup from scratch. It took me hours.”
“I didn't ask you to do it.” She walked up to him. “I’m only going to say this once and I suggest you listen to me.”
“I always listen to you.”
She rolled her eyes.
“Don’t do that.” He struggled to keep his temper in check. “Just because I don’t agree with you doesn’t mean I don’t listen.”
“I don’t want to argue with you.”
“Really?” His temper burst free like a jack-in-the-box. “Well, this is a first.”
“You know what? Forget it.” She headed for her bedroom.
“Wait.” He grabbed her arm. She didn’t get to piss him off and walk away. Now, they were going to have this out. “Tell me what you wanted to say?” He took a deep breath, already dreading whatever was going to come out of her pretty mouth. “I’m listening.”
She pulled from his grasp and stared at him for a long time, her eyes narrowed and her nose wrinkling in thought. The longer he waited, the more his temper shifted into something else, something softer, warmer. He’d been fucking furious and worried when he’d realized she was gone. He hadn’t really thought she’d been kidnapped but he had feared she’d finally left him. Now, she stood right there in front of him. He wanted to pull her into his arms and just hold her, feel her softness against him, her breath on his chest, her heart beating.
“I really wish I could just forget this, but I can’t,” she muttered. “This is probably my punishment from God or the universe because I accepted your deal in the first place…but this pregnancy, this baby”—she touched her stomach—“this seed you put in me is making me hornier than I've ever been in my life.”
His eyes widened. He had not expected that, but he was definitely listening.
“And you have no idea how much I hate to admit this but it’s your fault.”
“My fault? What did I do?” He really needed to know because he was going to keep doing it. Was it him being nice or was it them arguing? He’d continue either of them or both if it put her in his arms again. He could fix everything if she’d let him touch her.
“You didn’t do anything. It’s the way you smell. Right now, it’s like an aphrodisiac to me.”
“The way I smell?” He wasn’t doing anything different, and she’d had no problem staying away from him for weeks.
“Yeah.”
