“And you’ve got me all figured out?”
“Pretty much.”
A humorless laugh leaves my chest.
“That’s funny.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re wrong.”
Her eyes narrow slightly. “About what?”
“About me leaving.”
The words sit there between us.
For a moment Rae just stares at me like she didn’t expect that answer.
Then she shakes her head slowly.
“You don’t mean that.”
My patience snaps.
“You don’t get to tell me what I mean.”
Her voice rises now too.
“And you don’t get to stand here pretending you’re going to settle down on a goat farm like this is some kind of fairytale!”
I step closer again, close enough now that I can see the quick jump of her pulse in her throat.
“Who said anything about a fairytale?”
“Then what are you saying?” she demands.
I lean down slightly, my voice rough and low.
“I’m saying you’re mine.”
The words leave my mouth before I can stop them.
And the second they’re out there, something in the air between us shifts.
Rae’s breath catches.
But instead of softening, her eyes harden.
“See?” she says quietly.
“See what?”
“That right there.”
Her hand gestures between us.
“That possessive caveman thing you do.”
