“Fine. The headache is mostly gone. Who all is here?”
He returned and handed her the pills. “Just my father. Jenner and El are taking watch over the house.”
She tossed the pain killers into her mouth and took the water that Ian offered her. As she swallowed the pills, she tried but failed to come up with an argument for him to let her go.
“Forget it.”
She glanced at him. “What?”
“I can see the wheels in your head spinning. I’m not about to let you go out on your own. My father isn’t about to allow that either.”
She frowned and crossed her arms.
“And please stop looking at me like that.”
“I’ll look at you any way I want to.” Yeah, it wasn’t that mature, but it was all she had. She had never really had another person make her feel out of control. Not since her family had been killed.
“Well, when you look at me like that, I want to get my hands on you.”
She snorted. “You would never hurt me.”
“I didn’t say I wanted to hurt you.”
She blinked at the way his voice had deepened. He didn’t mean?—
“I thought I heard your voices,” Sam said from the doorway.
She looked at Sam, who was smiling at her, then back to Ian, who had one eyebrow raised while he studied her. His blue eyes seemed darker. Her nipples hardened, her head started to spin again, and her entire body pulsed.
“Is everything alright in here? You’re not giving Lila a hard time, are you, Ian?”
“No,” he said, his gaze still locked with hers. “Unfortunately.”
He barely uttered that last word, so she knew it was just for her. What was that about? He didn’t mean?—
“I was going to make some pancakes and wanted to know if you two wanted any.”
It took some effort to look away from Ian back to his father. “I would love some.”
He smiled. “I’ll call when they’re ready.”
Then he hurried away, leaving her with Ian, who was watching her like a predator.
“Stop that.”
His eyebrows rose in mock innocence. “What?”
She sighed. “I get that you might use that on other women, but that won’t work on me.”
“Indeed?”
Oh, jeez, that tone. That got to her every time. It took all of her control not to press her legs together. “Yes.”
“And what tone am I using?”
“You use your obvious hotness to get what you need on the job. I’m not a job.”
“What the bloody hell are you talking about?”
