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“You’re not funny,” I huffed, slinking down in my seat and crossing my arms.
40
Sasha
As soon aswe were safely in my apartment, I allowed myself a moment to pause and breathe. Standing in front of the fridge, I leaned into the open freezer and closed my eyes, letting the cold air rush over me. It chilled the sweat on my skin, but provided little clarity to my current predicament.
Grabbing two ice packs, I swatted the freezer door shut and made my way into the living room. Roan was sitting on the couch, arms still crossed, staring at the carpet with a scowl.
Tossing an ice pack in his lap, I kept moving, easing myself onto the other end of the couch. I definitely pulled something in the fight. My back was screaming, not to mention the fact I couldn’t even close my right hand into a fist. It better not be broken again.
“Thank you,” Roan muttered, pressing the ice pack to his jaw.
“You’re welcome.” Laying my own ice pack on my swollen knuckles, I tipped my head back and closed my eyes.
What a fucking mess. I hadnoidea where to even start to fix this.
“How did they know you were at the bank?” I wondered out loud, trying to work it all out in my head. It had only been a few hours since Roan cleared out the bank box. Unless they had an employee on the inside, there’s no way Sidorov could have known the flash drive was missing.
“I bet it was the jump drive.” When I shot him a look, Roan kept going. “Why do you think I opened it on my dad’s computer? If someone went through all the trouble to get a safety deposit box foronejump drive and nothing else, then you know it’s important. They probably encoded it with tracking software, so whenever it gets plugged in, it activates a signal.”
“You knew that and you opened it at home? Are you crazy or just have a death wish?”
He shrugged. “Someone has to teach my dad a lesson. Might as well be the client he values more than his son.”
“You don’t mean that.”
His jaw shifted and he looked away, throwing the ice pack onto the coffee table. “What was it you said? ‘You don’t know shit about me’? Right back at you. You don’t know the first thing about me or what I want.”
“I’ve watched a lot of people over the years when they think no one is looking. You learn people that way. I learnedyouthat way,” I said quietly. His head swiveled toward me, suspicion tightening the corners of his eyes. “You don’t want revenge. You want understanding.”
“I thought you don’t ‘do’ emotions?” He rolled his eyes. “When did you become a shrink?”
“About two minutes ago.” I cracked my neck on each side and stood, refusing to get sucked into a touchy-feely conversation. “I’m taking a shower.”
“Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere,” he said glumly, returning his scowl to the floor.
“No, you’re not.” I wrapped the fingers of my left hand in his t-shirt and hauled him to his feet. “Get your ass in the shower. Now.”
He didn’t budge, fixing me with a defiant glare. “What happened to Rule #2?”
“The same thing as Rule #1.” I slapped my hand against his cheek and gripped his face, none too gently. When he didn’t move on his own, I shoved him by the hold I had, walking him backward toward the bathroom.
He shook his head, his blue eyes darkening. Nevertheless, he kept moving. “No,thisisn’t happening again.”
“No?” I arched an eyebrow at him, sliding my fingers down to grasp his throat.
“No.” He may havelookeddefiant. He may havesoundeddefiant. But there was no disguising the fact his breathing was shallow and his jeans did jack shit to hide his growing hard-on.
“Too bad.” I shoved him into the bathroom and let go, peeling my shirt off. He gasped as I dropped it on the floor.
“Shit!” Roan rushed forward, pressing his hands against my abs. The beginning of a wicked bruise spread across my skin, dark and hot to the touch. “And your arm.” He turned my left arm over, inspecting the long gash on the backside of my forearm.
I glanced down and shrugged. “It’s nothing.”
“It’s not nothing.” Shaking his head, he grabbed the hand towel and wet it in the sink before wiping my arm.
While he was still investigating, I threaded my fingers through his hair and held the back of his head. Before I knew it, I tilted his face up and pressed my lips to his. For all his earlier bitching, he didn’t hesitate to open his mouth, swirling his tongue with mine. One hand gripped the back of my neck while the other slid around my waist to the small of my back. As soon as his hand latched onto my pistol, I pulled back.
