Ultimate Weapon (McClouds & Friends #6)(155)

She snorted out of sheer force of habit. “Typical. Men always shrug off the responsibility.”

“No, Tamar. It is you who are being typical,” he said calmly. “Hiding behind your sarcasm the way a child hides behind her mother’s legs. Traveling across the world to you is a statement in itself. I am awaiting a response to it.”

Her blush got hotter. She didn’t know what to look at, what to do with her hands, with her mouth. She felt…fluttery. A speechless ditz.

“My response,” she repeated. “What am I supposed to respond?”

His lips twitched, a wicked ghost of a smile hinting at how much he was enjoying her flustered state. She wanted to smack him for it, the uppity bastard. Condescending to her.

“Anything you like,” he said blandly. “But if you need suggestions, I will gladly give them to you.”

She clenched her jaw, forbidding herself to weep. “No one tells me what to say or think,” she said inanely. Gah. As if it needed to be said.

His deep-grooved, blindingly beautiful grin rocked her back, gasping for breath. “Certainly not,” he said. “The very idea.”

“What do you want from me, Janos?” she demanded.

“Everything,” he said simply. “And call me Val. I have earned that much from you, by now.”

She squeezed her eyes shut. “Back off. Too much, too soon.”

He was silent for a moment. “If you wish. I am in no hurry. I am not going anywhere. We can go as slowly as you like.”

“This is my place,” she flared. “I say who stays and who goes.”

“Of course, of course,” he soothed. “Let us talk of things that do not make you anxious. Neutral topics.”

She was irritated afresh. Condescending to her again. “We have no neutral topics,” she snapped.

He sighed. “You are a difficult woman,” he said plaintively.

She gave him a tight, falsely sweet smile. “Oh? Do ya think?”

He flicked his gaze upward, praying for patience, no doubt. “How about the weather?” he suggested, his voice even.

She waved her hand toward the window. “Take a look,” she said. “It’s gray. There’s fog. It’s the Washington coast. End of conversation. Nice try. No dice.”

“All right, moving on,” he murmured. “How is Rachel?”

That was far from a neutral subject. “She’s better,” Tam said cautiously. “She still has screaming nightmares every night. But she’s started to talk again, and she’s eating a little more and going outside the house, at least when I’m with her.”

He nodded. “Good, then. I am glad. And your health?”

She shrugged. “Fine.”

He let his waiting silence speak for him, insisting.

Tam made a rude, impatient sound. “Really. I’m not lying to you. The last time I had liver function tests, there was definite improvement. The tissue is regenerating. There’s some organ damage, of course, but nothing that’ll kill me any time soon. I’m not going to climb Everest or run any marathons for a while, that’s all. It was just the month-long mother of all hangovers.”

“And the arm?” he persisted. “The McClouds told me you had surgeries.”

“The McClouds talk way too much,” Tam muttered. “And one in particular takes quite a lot upon herself to open my door to uninvited guests. That McCloud is going to hear from me about it.”

His mouth tightened. “Ah. That’s all I am to you, Tamar? An uninvited guest?”

She crossed her arms over her chest. “Do not guilt trip me, Janos.”

“Why not?” he said. “I have nothing to lose. I might as well see if guilt will work with you, since nothing else does. I saw what that poison did to Georg. I thought you were dying. Why did you not tell me that you had taken the antidote?”

She gave him a sideways look. “I had a lot on my mind.”

His mouth hardened. “You really are a bitch, Tamar.”

“And that’s a surprise to you? That’s not liable to change, Janos. If it puts you off—”

“It does not put me off,” he said. “On the contrary.”

She floundered for a moment. “I—I—what do you—”

“I know you now, Tamar,” he said. “The more acid you are, the more tender the place you are trying to protect. The crueler you are to me, the more I have cause to hope.”

Cause to hope. His words made her heart shake in her chest.

“I told you once before not to pin a softer side onto me,” she said, but her unsteady voice betrayed her.

He let his silence speak for him once again—for such a long time, she began to twitch. “You are lying because you are afraid,” he said finally. “But you need not be afraid of me.”

“Um.” She decided to ignore that loaded statement, and groped for a neutral topic to replace it with. “So how’s your health, Janos?”

The bastard had the nerve to look as if he was trying not to smile. “What about it?” he said lightly. “What do you care? I am no one to you. I am just an uninvited guest, no? You do not even call me by my name.”

“Cut the crap and answer the question,” she snapped.