“You want to tell me what the hell is wrong with you?”
Curt looked down into Jenna’s furious face. Her fists were jammed on her hips, her foot tapping a furious beat against the floor.
Damn, she was breathtaking.
“Well?” she asked, sparks shooting out of her gorgeous blue eyes.
“Nothing’s wrong with me.”
How was he going to tell her what her father had been accused of? That he could have been the reason she was kidnapped? She’d always been close to her dad, and this was going to devastate her.
“Nice place you have here,” Travis said easily as he sat on the sofa and looked up at them both. There was a hint of a smile on his face, as though he was enjoying himself.
Bastard.
“Thanks,” Jenna said distractedly. “I’m just renting it right now. The owner has gone into a retirement home. But her son said she might be willing to sell if I want to buy it.”
“Buy it? You can’t move here permanently,” Curt protested. Why would she want to live in this nothing little town forever?
Her gaze narrowed at him. “I can do whatever I like.”
“You’re a city girl. You’ll get bored living here.”
“I happen to like living here and I like these people. Although I have my doubts about how much longer I’ll be welcome here if you keep going around punching people!”
Travis let out a chuckle. Curt turned to him. “Don’t you have something to do? Phone calls to make?”
“Nope. I’m good.”
Jenna looked over at Travis apologetically. “Sorry, I’m forgetting my manners. Can I get you anything?”
“He’s fine,” Curt said impatiently, annoyed with the other man. “He’s not your guest.”
Jenna frowned at him. “Will you stop acting like a fucking ass!”
“Don’t swear.”
“Why the hell not?”
“Because I don’t like it.”
She threw her arms up into the air then winced as the movement caused her pain.
“And whatever Curt wants, Curt gets, is that it?”
“No.” There was only one thing he truly wanted, and she was standing right in front of him. Having her so close to him, her face flushed, her eyes filled with fire, filled him with a desire he could barely contain. Combine that with his overwhelming need to protect her had his possessiveness raging out of control.
She would be his. A calmness filled him at that thought.
Nothing would touch her. Nothing or no one would take her from him. He’d do whatever it took to claim her and keep her, regardless of what he had to give up.
“I’ll swear if I want to swear, Curt,” s
he said in a quiet voice. “I’m not that three-year-old kid anymore. And you’re not my big brother.”
“Oh, darlin’ you can be damn sure I don’t see you as my sister.”
A flash of hurt filled her eyes, and she looked away.