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“No. Does that matter?”
“No.” His silver eyes were hooded as he continued to stare at her. “Unless you are lying.”
Her dark brown eyes flashed. “I have no reason to.”
“I distinctly recall the arrangement we have.”
“You mean the one you shoved down my throat.”
His eyes glowered at her, but she returned his gaze unflinchingly. “It’s the only one I can offer.”
“So you say.” She resumed eating, effectively ignoring him.
“I want you.” He finally broke the silence, resenting her for making him feel so needy.”
“You mean you want to have sex.”
His eyes smoldered in anger. “Yes.” He clipped.
She inclined her head. “Right now, I am enjoying the pasta Primavera from the Italian restaurant a few blocks away.”
“And then?”
“We will see.”
“What game are you playing?” He bit out.
“No games, Deacon. You dropped in without making a phone call, and I did not expect you.”
“Do you want me to leave?” He asked her coldly.
“Do you want to leave?”
He glared at her before shoving to his feet. “Damn you.” He said hoarsely.
“I will take that as a no.” Pushing the plate away, she picked up her glass and was about to brush past him when he gripped her arm and spun her around.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“I am going to sit on the porch and finish my wine. You are welcome to join me.” Jerking her arm away, she swept out of the room.
His eyes followed her out of the room. Swearing under his breath, he grabbed the wine glass and followed her. She was sitting on the porch swing, the wine cradled in her hands. She looked up when he walked and watched as he went to stand at the railing, his back turned to her.
“This is my favorite place to be during the spring and summer months.” She drew in the sweet air into her lungs. “I am a decent gardener and putter around whenever I can. You could come and sit by me.”
“You know what I want, and I certainly do not want conversation.”
“That’s too bad. I love the sound of your voice.”
He jerked around to stare at her, eyes taking in the parted lips that he wanted to taste. It had been a week, and he was hungry for her.
“Come and sit by me, Deacon.” She patted the space next to her. “You look tense.”
His eyes narrowed to slits. “I don’t appreciate you playing games with me.”
She sighed deeply and drank some more wine. “I am simply trying to get you to relax. Is that so bad?”
Chapter 13
