“What the hell do you mean they want the 458?” Connor demanded, trying not to get pissed, but it was pretty damn difficult at the moment. He’d spent all day redesigning the wine cellar and now she was telling him that they wanted a refrigerating unit that not only would need a stronger feed, but it also wouldn’t be able to fit in the space he’d designed for it. It also meant that he’d just wasted ten hours on bullshit and that he’d be spending the rest of the night and early morning trying to fix this.
“It was in the fax,” Rory said with a shrug as she took a bite of pizza.
“What fax?” Connor asked as he considered snatching her slice of pizza away just on principle alone. If there had been a fax, then he should have been told about it, especially before he’d wasted his day.
“They sent it yesterday morning,” Rory said, taking another bite of her pizza before she continued. “There’s about a dozen changes they want made,” she said with a somewhat apologetic smile that did nothing to calm him down.
“Why didn’t you give me the fax?” Connor demanded, giving up on glaring at her and stole the rest of the pizza out of her hand.
She rolled her eyes as she snatched it back. “Because you weren’t there for one thing,” Rory said, taking a huge bite. “And I planned on having the new plans for the basement done last night, so there really was no point in telling you.”
“It’s my project too, Rory,” he bit out slowly.
Another shrug as she finished off the pizza had his glare returning. It was one thing for him to keep her in the dark, but it was a whole different story when she pulled that bullshit on him. This was his project and he should have been told about the fax. Hell, she should have delivered the damn thing to him while wearing a smile and something skimpy, Connor decided. He forced himself to turn around in his seat and stare at his laptop as he wondered how he was going to adjust the space for the refrigerating unit and not fuck up the rest of the plans.
“Look, it’s really not a big deal. I can fix this,” Rory said as she reached over to screw with his fucked-up plans.
“No,” Connor said firmly as he blocked her good hand with one of his.
“Don’t be a baby about this, Connor. It’s not a big deal. I remember what was in the fax. I can-”
“No,” he said more firmly as he moved his arm to re-block her when the stubborn woman tried to reach past him and touch his computer.
With an annoyed sigh, Rory reached over once again and tried to screw with his computer, but he was ready for her. It was an old move, but one that worked. He palmed her face and gently pushed her back. As she tried to slap his hand away, he focused on his plans. Maybe he could readjust the storage unit next to it by a foot and-
He heard her loud gasp of pain before he registered the weak slap on his arm. He turned in time to see her hug her broken arm against her chest and double over in pain.
“Shit!” Connor snapped, feeling like an asshole. He should have realized that she would forget that her arm was broken when she got pissed enough. Well, there was nothing he could do about it now.
“Looks like it’s time for bed,” Connor announced as he stood and scooped her up in his arms.
“Bastard,” Rory choked out between pained gasps.
“That wasn’t very nice,” Connor mused as he carried her into the foyer.
“Asshole,” of course, was the reply.
“Words hurt, Rory,” he said with a heartfelt sigh as he carried her up the stairs. “Words hurt.”
“I wish,” she muttered as she turned her face and buried it against his chest.
Since she was in pain, he let it go and focused on gently placing her on the bed. As soon as she was curled up on her side and burying her face against the pillow, he released her and grabbed her bottle of pills.
“Open up for a happy pill,” Connor said brightly as he held one of the pills in front of her mouth.
She opened her eyes just to glare at him as she did just that. When she swallowed, he considered going back downstairs and calling the office to have that fax emailed to him, but one look at Rory had him crawling on the bed next to her and pulling her into his arms. He was actually rather pleased when she didn’t fight him. That is until she got her revenge for palming her face.
“Ow! Goddammit, leave my nipple alone!” Connor snapped, barely resisting the urge to rub it. The damn woman fought dirty, but then again, that’s what he liked about her, he realized with a smile. Rory James always managed to keep him on his toes and kept it interesting. It was a rather nice quality to have in an enemy.
“Why did you do it?” Rory demanded as she yanked back the curtain.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Connor asked as he grabbed the shower curtain and yanked it out of her hand, but not before she got an eyeful.
The man had a very impressive backside, and she was tempted to pull the curtain back to get another glimpse, but she needed to focus.
“Answer the damn question,” Rory demanded, waiting impatiently for him to finish his shower.
“How did you get in my house?” Connor asked instead, making her roll her eyes. It really was a stupid question. “I picked the lock. Now focus, why did you do it?”
