“No you’re not,” North told her.
“I am!”
“No, you’re not,” Jared added. “And what do you mean without hurting me? Do you have other moves that might hurt me?”
“Yes, I do! I’ve been learning self-defense. I’m practically a black belt.”
“A black belt?” North asked. “You do know that karate and self-defense are two different things, right?”
“Yes, I know that,” she grumbled. “But Ammo said I was really good.”
Jared tightened his hold on her. He grabbed both of her wrists and pinned her arms across her chest.
Drat.
This wasn’t a good position to be in when you were trying to get away from someone.
“Let me go,” she demanded.
“No,” he replied. “Who is this Ammo?”
“He’s one of Zander’s team,” North replied when she said nothing.
She was too surprised by the anger in Jared’s voice.
What did he have to be angry about? Didn’t he like Ammo? How could he not like him when he didn’t even know him?
None of this made sense.
“And he taught you self-defense?” Jared asked in a low voice.
Darn it.
Why did her body shiver? Why did she like the way he was holding her?
And why the hell hadn’t she showered or gotten dressed? Or run a brush through her hair?
At least she’d brushed her teeth so her breath didn’t reek.
“Angie, I asked you a question. And when I ask a question, I expect it to be answered.”
It wasn’t said in a mean way but there was definitely a firm note in his voice that said he meant business.
“Answer the question. Now.”
“If you know what’s good for your butt you’ll do it,” North advised.
“I’ll show you what will happen to your butt!” she cried, trying to push her way out of Jared’s hold.
Darn it, he was way too strong. And all she was doing was tiring herself out.
“What does that even mean?” North asked as he stared at her.
“I don’t know. It means that I’m going to kick your butt.”
“I am growing impatient,” Jared said coldly. “Stop talking at North. Stop staring at North. I want all your attention on me.”
Shit.
