Page 90 of Be My Wife

“Is that a threat?”

“It’s a warning.”

I narrow my eyes. Step closer. “She means a lot to you.”

He glowers in response.

“If you don’t want me to meet her because you don’t want her to get confused, I’ll buy that.” I tap his chest. “But I don’t think that’s it, Brogan.”

“You think you’re so smart?”

“I think,” I lift my chin, “you don’t want me poking around in your heart. In the places where you bleed and dream and hurt. You don’t want me anywhere near it because you’re trying to protect you, not her.”

He growls again.

It’s a low, rumbling sound from deep in his chest.

Anger flashes blue lightning through his eyes.

I’m trembling—from fear and desire—but my conviction holds me steady.

His eyes dip to my lips.

Snaps of electricity fill the air.

He moves in suddenly.

Grabs my face.

Drags me close to him.

I fight back.

No.

He’s not going to unleash his fury like that.

I won’t let him vent on me with his kisses.

I won’t let him weaponize our lust.

I slam my hands against his chest and push him back. “Tell me, Brogan. Who are you really trying to protect? Huh?”

He stares me down.

“Tell me!”

With an angry curse, Brogan turns swiftly on his heels and storms through the door.

Nineteen

Brogan

I pace Lucas’s office, my eyes darting from his academic certificates on the wall to the picture frames of him, his brother Jonas and his girlfriend Ina.

“Man, slow down.” Lucas groans. “You’re giving me a headache.”

“She’s the damn headache,” I snarl.

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