I jumped when he wrapped his arms around my waist and said, “Glad we got that—”
“No,” I snapped, slapping at his hands. “We’re never doing ‘it’ again, so you feel free to screw whichever triangle comes up on your pussy of the day wheel.”
He studied me before bursting into demented laughter.
“I’m leaving,” I snapped, and flew to the door.
Not fast enough.
“Where ya goin’?”
“Home.”
He smiled. “You know you’re not goin’ home, honey, so what’s the plan?”
I crossed my arms in a futile effort to protect myself from him.
He tugged my arms down and smiled. “Don’t shut yourself off to me, Sierra.”
“I’d like to leave.”
“You’re not my prisoner.” He searched my face. “Just need to know what’s goin’ on with you.”
“Nothing. Can I go now?”
He sighed. “Yeah, sweetheart, go.”
I fled out of the room as fast as my bedazzled cowboy boots could carry me, vowing I’d never have anything to do with Booth ‘Wrath’ Reid again.
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