Page 18 of The Billionaire Who Saved My Cat From The Mafia

Then I point at what he’s holding in his arms.“Are you kidding me right now?”

He places the litter box and cat litter on the ground.Then, he sets down two canisters of bear spray alongside.

“I didn’t ask for this shit, and I don’t want it!”I yell.“Take it back!”

What am I saying?

Paul Bunyan is literally saving my life.I should shut up, but I’ve been told more than once that my mouth has a mind of its own.And something about this display of generosity and carereallybothers me.

The hot rancher is kind.His concern for my well-being is adorable.

Unless he’s lulling me into a false sense of security so that I drop my guard just in time for him to sic the county sheriff on me.

“Keep your cat inside at all times,” he says, voice harsh.“Use the litter.”

I exit the doorway and take two steps toward him.I stare up at him and his eyes bore down into mine.This dude is huge.He must be over six-foot-five, and every inch of him is solid muscle.His size intimidates me.

Or is it the violet-blue of his eyes that’s got me off balance?Or those blond curls?

His gaze travels to my hair, then scans my face.The way he’s looking at me is not polite.He’s hungry.

And when he drops his gaze to my lips, he pauses there a second too long.

I feel it again—the energy arcing between us.I don’t know what to call it, because it’s new.A first.I never felt this before.And I was sure that there are no surprises left for me when it comes to men.

Oh, shit.Is he going to try to kiss me?

MacLaine’s jaw tightens.I see the tendons clench in his huge neck.He’s fighting himself.Hewantsto kiss me, but he’s holding back.

Good.Because a kiss from Mr.Hot Nevada is the last fucking thing I need.

“What part of ‘leave me alone’ don’t you understand?”I plan to scream this in his face, but it comes out as a whisper, a plea.

He needs to take his adorable kindness and get the fuck away from me.He has no idea how radioactive I am.Since I’m being a bitch for his own good, I decide to keep it going.

“What gives you the right to barge up here on my property and tell me what I can and can’t do?”

We freeze for a moment.Eyes locked.That tingling current courses through me still.My pulse pounds and my lungs seize up.

And then he just walks away.No warning.No retort.Not a single indication that our conversation has wrapped up.

I watch him return to the ATV and turn the ignition switch before he begins shouting at me over the engine noise.“I’ll be back tomorrow!You’ll either show me the deed at that time or I’ll have my lawyer brother file charges and have you thrown off our land!”

He turns the trailer around and drives down the rocky trail without another word, which is okay since the man’s said plenty.The problem is, I don’t understand what he’s telling me.

I look down at the wood and the generous amount of supplies.

The pile of stuff says,if you’re staying, you’re going to need all this crap to be comfortable.

His words say,get the fuck out.

Talk about mixed messages.

CHAPTER 9

Special K

I sit on the couch and flip channels on the television.I don’t even know how long I’ve been here, doing nothing, trying to beat the shit out of my thoughts with bad satellite TV.