Without releasing my arm, he said, "You remember the deal, right?"
I swallowed. "What deal?"
"No questions."
A low scoff escaped my lips. He had an awful lot of nerve, reminding me of that stupid agreement when that whole conversation had become null and void.
I told him, "That doesn't count." And with that, I yanked my arm out of his grip.
He gave me a good, long look. "Yeah? Why not?"
"Because we agreed to forget that day entirely, remember?"
"Your idea," he said. "Not mine."
"Well, it's not like you argued about it."I mean, seriously, wasn't there a middle ground in there somewhere?
His gaze darkened. "I told you I'd give you any favor you wanted. And I did. So if you're unhappy, look in the mirror."
I felt my brow wrinkle in sudden confusion. From the look on his face, I wasn't the only one who'd been frustrated with that hopeless bargain.
Oh sure, it had been the smart thing to do, and Ishouldn’tbe regretting it, especially now, when he'd been out doing who-knows-what.
Still, the last few weeks hadn't been easy.
After that mind-blowing kiss, not to mention all of the things he'd said in the car, it had been nearly impossible for me to act like nothing had happened. In fact, I was pretty sure that I'd been doing a sorry job of it.
But Jack? Until now, I'd seen no sign whatsoever that he recalled that day at all, even if wehadbeen spending far too much time together.
But didn't he get it?That was part of the problem. The more time I spent with him, the less I liked how this was going.
Stupid or not, I wanted more.
In reply to his statement, I said, "Maybeyoushould look in the mirror. You ever think of that?"
"No."
"Why not?"
Something in his gaze softened. "Because it's not me I want to look at."
I blinked. "What do you mean?"
His gaze dipped to my lips. "I think you know."
Under any other circumstance, I might've gone all weak-kneed and silly. And maybe I had, just a little. But there was no way on Earth that I wasevergoing to show it.
I looked away. "Even if Idoknow, so what?"
His voice, softer now, reclaimed my attention. "Becka."
"What?"
"I wasn't doing what you think."
It shouldn’t have mattered. Still, relief coursed through me, and I tried for a joke. "Don't you meanwhoI think?"
"And who's that?"
