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“Chavvah.” His intense expression was dark with an edge of angry heat. “If you walk away right now, I won’t pursue you. We are mates, but you must be willing to join with me.”
My ears burned as irritation replaced my desire. “I’m just supposed to fall into your arms or fall out of your life. Is that what you’re saying? You’re one arrogant man, Billy Bob Smith.”
His expression shifted to one of amusement. “I’ve been pursuing you for almost a year now, Chavvah. I don’t know how else to show how much I want you.”
“Well, you can start by actually telling me. Have you tried that? Like ever?” He opened his mouth then snapped it shut. “Exactly!” I said. “Unlike Sunny, I’m not a freaking psychic or a mind reader. How am I supposed to know how you feel if you don’t say so?”
“I usually don’t have to spell it out.”
“Usually?” A vision of Bethany Hilliard fawning all over him popped into my head. “Usually! I’m not one of your bimbos, either. I have standards, and those standards don’t include standing in line behind a bunch of women to get my Billy Bob fix. Just because I’m in love with you doesn’t mean I’m going to fall down on my knees and thank my lucky stars you want me. I hate to tell you this, buddy, but you aren’t the only man in town who finds me attractive.”
“What did you say?”
“You aren’t the only one who thinks I’m cute!”
“Before that.”
“I’m not going to stand in line behind your parade of—”
“After that.” His voice was low and dangerous. He was up on me again, close enough that the heat of his chest warmed my cheeks.
“I…” What had I said? I’d been so caught up in my angry rant. There was stuff about falling at his feet, and… oh, shoot. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“You said you love me.”
“I love a lot of people.” I started counting on my fingers. “There’s Babe, Sunny, Jude, Jo Jo, my parents sometimes…”
“And me.”
I couldn’t meet his gaze, so instead I rolled my eyes.
He cupped my chin and tilted my face back.
Reluctantly, I looked him in the eye.
“And me, Chavvah.”
The way he stared at me, as if I were an oasis at the end of a long desert walk, made it hard to deny him anything, even the words he so badly wanted to hear from me. “Why?” I asked. “Why are you putting me through this?”
“Don’t you know?” He dipped his head and brushed my lips with his. “I’m in love with you, too.”
“I…” Wow, this was not the way I had thought this night would turn out. Not at all. “How can I believe you?”
He stepped back, his exasperation apparent. “Why are you so difficult?” He threw up his arms.
It dawned on me that I never see Billy Bob mad or angry or irritated with anyone but me. The realization made me smile.
“What?” he asked. “Why are you smiling?”
I shook my head and giggled. Damn it.
“And now you’re laughing.”
“You really have no idea, do you?” I stripped my shirt over my head and exposed my naked breasts to him.
“What are you doing?” His tone was suspicious.
I pushed my sweatpants down, after giving only a moment's consideration as to whether I’d shaved recently or not. “Well,” I said to him.
