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“You have run before.”
Bear narrows his eyes as he watches me struggle not to let Ollie’s name fly from my lips. Regaining control of myself, I shrug.
“If I married you then, I wouldn’t have them now,” I say and gesture at the kids who rest on their stomachs and talk to the cats. “I wouldn’t give them up for anything.”
“That’s why you took that guy’s shit, right? Or did you love him?”
“I’ve only loved one boyfriend before, and he’s dead,” I reply, gritting my teeth as Bear’s words poke at me.
“He was never your real boyfriend.”
“You don’t know me, Bear. If you keep acting this way, you never will.”
“Maybe I don’t want to know the real you. The woman I like is hot and fun. The real you is probably annoying.”
I glue my lips together to keep from snapping at him. Bear leans closer, sneering at me in his aggressive biker way.
“Spit it out, princess.”
“No, I promised my family to make this marriage work. I won’t let you goad me into derailing our plans.”
“Oh, you’re not walking away. I’ll marry you even if I have to tie you up and drag you down the aisle.”
“It’s all ego, isn’t it?” I ask, crossing my arms and shaking my head. “It’s not about me. Why would it be? I had to throw a fit to get you to spend a night with me. I’ve always been more invested in the gooey romantic stuff between us than you have.”
Thinking back to our time together feeds my temper and keeps me talking.
“But you want to be a hot shot in your club, and I messed that up for you when I ran off. Now, you’re forcing yourself to marry me out of ego. Well, you’re sticking to the plan,” I say and poke him in his hard, unmovable chest.
“You’re full of shit.”
“Shit,” Jacinda whispers to Hector.
Replying in a hushed voice, her brother insists, “You’re shit.”
I frown at Bear who shrugs and mumbles, “Cussing won’t hurt them.”
Rolling my eyes, I turn away from him. Bear instantly changes positions. Back in front of me, he blocks my view and swallows the air around us.
“I’ve always wanted you more,” Bear mutters in his rumbly voice. “You’re not the victim here.”
“You never once showed any interest in me until I flirted with you.”
“Yeah, because you were Viktor Kovak’s uptight daughter. Why would I think you’d want me inside you?”
“I’m not uptight. I’m just not slutty,” I mumble, feeling self-conscious now. “And you’re spoiled. Women literally launch themselves at you and stuff their panties down your jeans.”
“No, they don’t,” Bear says, backing off and waving away my accusation. “That hasn’t happened in years.”
“You were a man-slut, sticking your thing in every willing woman. Meanwhile, you were my first.”
“No, I wasn’t.”
“Well, my first good lay, anyway.”
Grinning, Bear leans down to poke me in the chest. “I made you come apart. I did that. You barely helped.”
“I was drunk,” I mumble and then add more strongly, “And I helped plenty.”
