Page 96 of Shattered Hearts
“Fine.” I cross my arms over my chest. “What is it you need to say?”
“Look at me,” he growls.
Exhaling hard, I lift my chin.
Lust sandbags me the minute I allow my eyes to rove over his body. A single, elegant vein crosses his tight forearm like a sash, reminding me of the same lines all over his cock. His biceps store bricks of muscle. His strong chest and shoulders taunt me, as do those parted lips, and that scruffy beard I yearn to rub my body against like a damn cat. The devastating line of his jaw.
I don’t meet his gaze. “I looked at you. Happy now?”
“No.”
“Good.” My throat is full of words unspoken. “Glad to hear I’m not the only one having a shitty day.”
Finn sets his jaw and then thrusts a pointer finger at the couch. “What the fuck is this?”
“In America, we call them a pillow and a blanket.” I can still feel the weight of his heavy, heated stare resting on my face, scorching my cheeks. When I meet his gaze, my suspicion is confirmed.
His eyes are hot coals. “Who said you could sleep on my couch?”
“What?”Thisis what he wants to talk about?
“You heard me.”
“You’re angry because I…didn’t ask you first if I could sleep on your couch?” Shame courses through me. He’s so pissed, he doesn’t even want me sleeping in the same room as him. “Do you want me to sleep in Harper’s?—”
“No.” He prowls toward me, like a predator stalking its prey. “You’ll sleep in my bed, where I can keep you safe. End of discussion.”
“Then why are you so?—”
“Why didn’t you tell me you had work today?” His hands clench and unclench at his sides.
Anger sets up residence in my stomach like a damn tent.
“Will you stop interrupting me?” I sharpen my tone. “And how could I? You weren’t there when I woke up.”
“You could have called me.” His voice is steely and rough, like a blade. “Why didn’t you ask me to take you to work and pick you up?”
“Seriously? Why the hell would I ask you for anything when you left without so much as a ‘have a nice day?’ You were obviously busy, and I didn’t want to take up any more of your precious time.”
As soon as the words fly out, I know I’ve struck a nerve.
Finn falls silent, and my heart skip.
“You’re right. I was busy.” His cold, sharp words yank my gaze to his. “But if you’d called me like you should have, I would have dropped everything for you.”
My heart leaps into my throat at his admission. “Your duty is to this mafia, Finn. Not to me.”
“As long as we’re in this…situation, you are my responsibility. I can’t keep you safe if I don’t know where youare.” A muscle twitches in his thick neck. “So from now on, I don’t care how pissed you are at me. You keep me appraised of your schedule. Understand?”
“Perfectly.” I blow past him toward the couch.“Now that we’ve got that settled, I’m going to bed. Good night.”
Before I get within couch-diving distance, Finn rips my bedding off his sofa with one rough hand and throws it all on the floor. “You’re not sleeping on the couch. Like I said, as long as you’re with me, theonlyplaceyou’ll be sleeping is my bed.”
Who the hell does he think he is? Does he think I’m his personal slut or something? Because I don’t believe thatyou’ll sleep in my bed so I can keep you safebullshit for one minute.
If looks could kill, Finn would be a soldering pile of ash on the floor.
“Nice try.” I grab my pillow and blanket off the floor, clutching them to my chest. “I’m sleeping in Harper’s room.”