He pulled her into the bedroom, then slammed the door.
“You can’t just drag me out of any room whenever you feel like it.”
He stepped closer, his hands on his waist. There was an angry flush crawling up his neck to his face. Watching it fascinated her.
“I think I can because I just did.”
“Rude.”
He ignored her. “I keep having to point this out, but you called me. You are my responsibility.”
She stepped back from him as panic shot through her blood leaving her entire body cold. “I am not.”
He followed her, and she definitely felt as if she were being stalked. “You’d better think again.”
“This is a stupid argument.”
“I agree.”
“Then why are we having it?”
“Because you don’t seem to understand what kind of danger you’re in.”
She reared her head back. “Are you kidding me?”
“No. You just talked about getting online to do research. Even with the security we have here, including the computers, you could make yourself a target.”
She was so damned tired of pretending. Lila always made sure that other people didn’t know exactly what she was going through.
“I know exactly what kind of danger I’m in and I’m damned tired of you saying I don’t.”
“Do you?”
Was he that stupid? Well, he was a man.
“Let me see…do I understand the danger? Gee, I think the moment I watched my family home explode in front of me with my entire family in it sort of taught me about danger. Or maybe it was when I had to flee my comfy analyst job because someone had burned me.”
“Lila.”
“No. I am sick of everyone saying that I don’t take this seriously. I do. I understand just what’s at stake. I’m damned tired of it all.”
“Please, don’t cry again.” That same edge of panic she’d heard earlier entered his voice. He stepped closer and she had nowhere to go unless she climbed over the bed. He wrapped his arms around her and settled his forehead against hers.
“Then don’t say stupid things. We had this argument earlier.”
“It’s my fear, but I’ll deal with it.”
She frowned and leaned back from him. “Your fear? Why would you be afraid?”
He studied her, his gaze moving back and forth. “I don’t like you to be in danger.”
“Ian.”
“What?” he asked, but he was nibbling on her bottom lip. She wasn’t an experienced woman. She had only had two encounters before Ian, so she didn’t know what this was. And those two experiences hadn’t prepared her for Ian freaking Smith.
“We should be working with the others.”
“No. They aren’t really working, and they’re through asking you questions for tonight.”
