Without Regret (Pyte/Sentinel #2)(67)

“It’s not that bad,” Chris muttered.

“Not that bad?” Isabella demanded as she gave up on staying the hell away from him and climbed into the front bench seat, “accidentally” kicking him in the head in the process.

“Hey!”

“Oooops, sorry,” she mumbled, secretly pleased that she got at least one hit in after all those failed attempts earlier.

“How exactly is this ‘not that bad’?” she asked, looking pointedly at his sweat slicked bare chest.

“Hey, no one told you to wear a flannel shirt. Take it off if you’re hot,” Chris said, finishing off the last of the water they’d bought an hour ago.

“I can’t,” she muttered. “I’m not wearing anything under it.”

“You’re kidding, right?” he asked, looking over to frown at her.

“I wish I was,” she mumbled pathetically.

“Why the hell didn’t you put something else on? It’s not exactly winter, Munchkin. When I sent you upstairs with Madison and Jill I told you to borrow something of theirs. If you had just done as you were told you wouldn’t be sweating your ass off now,” Chris snapped, sounding pretty pissed, which only pissed her off more.

It was hot, she was freaking exhausted since she hadn’t had more than an hour of sleep in the last forty-eight hours and she was starving since the only place he would stop at only sold beef jerky, pork rinds and large individually wrapped pickles. She was hungry, she just wasn’t pork rind-beef jerky hungry. Not yet anyway.

“Look, you big jerk!” she snapped, turning in her seat to glare at him as she let him have it, “I did exactly as you asked. I went upstairs with them and tried to try on some shirts, but none of the females in your family are as well-endowed as I am and I couldn’t pull the damn shirts over my tits if you must know!”

“Why hell didn’t you just take one of my tee shirts?” he demanded in an accusing tone as he shifted in his seat, again.

“Because I was freezing my ass off and I wasn’t given much of a choice. Joshua tossed the shirt in the room and told me that I had to move my ass!”

“Why the hell are you yelling at me?” Chris snapped back.

“Because this is all your fault!”

“How is this my fault? I didn’t tell you to create that f**king program!”

She opened her mouth to argue only to have to snap it shut. The jerk did have a point after all.

“Fine, okay this isn’t your fault. Do you have a shirt in your bag that I can borrow?”

“Yeah, I have two, grab whichever one you want. We’ll pick some clothes up later,” he said as he rolled his head and groaned.

“Are you sore?” she asked, feeling kind of bad since it really was her fault that they were in this mess.

“Yeah,” he said, trying to rub his neck.

“Here, let me,” she said, reaching over to help rub his poor neck and shoulders only to have him snap at her.

“Don’t touch me.”

She stilled, shocked by the vehemence in his tone. “I was only trying to help.”

“I don’t want your help and I don’t want you touching me,” he snapped.

“What the hell is your problem?”

“You’re my problem.”

She frowned at him as a thought occurred to her. “This has something to do with that little question of yours after the kiss, doesn’t it?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he grumbled as he looked away from her and she knew that she was right.

“I don’t understand why you care if I’m a virgin or not.

It’s not like it’s any of your business,” she continued as she watched that tick in his jaw work double time. “In fact I don’t know why you would even assume that I was. In this day and age it’s very rare to make it to twenty-seven and not have sex before so-“

“Because you are a Sentinel, Munchkin. That’s why I assumed you were a f**king virgin,” he said, looking down at her as if she were a whore.

“Who the hell do you think you are?” she demanded, not liking the way he looked at her one bit.

“Your mate, Munchkin,” he said tightly, his hands noticeably tightening around the steering wheel.

“And you thought what? That I would wait for you and pine for you? Well, here’s a new flash for you, Chris. Up until yesterday morning I had absolutely no idea that any of this existed and I’m pretty confused about the whole thing, especially the part where you think you own me!” she shouted.

“You really want to do this now?” he demanded harshly.

He didn’t wait for her response as he suddenly took a right turn into what appeared to be an old abandoned industrial park. He headed past several large gloomy buildings covered in graffiti and the remains of a fire and pulled behind the last building where no one passing along the road would be able to see them, which was good since she fully planned on kicking his ass now.

He threw the car in park and turned to face her. “Then let me clear a few things up for you, Munchkin,” he said quietly, but no less menacingly. “First off, I don’t give a flying f**k when you found out that you were a Sentinel. You’re my wife and no other man should have been allowed to lay a finger on you never mind f**k you.”