Brutal Vows (Queens & Monsters #4)(26)

By the time we arrive back at the house, I’m wrung out from all the tension in the car.

Quinn pulls to a stop in the driveway, kills the engine, and hops out. Ignoring me, he helps Lili out, holding her hand. Then he leads her into the courtyard without glancing back.

I slouch down in the seat, cover my face with my hands, and exhale.

I’m still in the same position when Quinn returns ten minutes later.

He opens the door and stands there silently until I drop my hands and look at him.

“What?”

“What are you doing?”

“Maybe I’m meditating.”

“Are you?”

“No. Go away.”

He shifts his weight from foot to foot. He still seems agitated, but not as furious as before. “I have something to say.”

This should be interesting. I lift my brows, waiting.

He clears his throat and glances at the boxwood hedge around the driveway. He tugs on the knot in his tie, then drags a hand roughly through his hair. A muscle flexes in his jaw. “I owe you an apology.”

“Are you talking to that shrub or to me?”

His gaze slices back to meet mine. “I’m talking to you, smartarse.”

“And I’m allowed to speak to you now? Because I distinctly remember something about getting permission. I wouldn’t want to get in trouble or anything.”

His lids drift lower. His eyes grow hot. He says gruffly, “Aye, viper, you have my permission.”

That sounded so sexual, I have to swallow before speaking again.

“What exactly are you apologizing for?”

“The same thing I just apologized to Lili for. Losing my temper.”

I say tartly, “Yes, I remember asking you about that the day we met. Do you remember what you told me?”

“That I wasn’t your dead husband.”

We stare at each other. I could fall into those gorgeous hazel eyes and drown.

This is a fucking disaster.

My voice low, I say, “No one could be as bad as him. And I can handle your little tantrums, but I won’t allow you to frighten Lili.”

“It wasn’t a tantrum,” he snaps, insulted.

Ignoring that, I continue. “And if you keep frightening her by acting rude, inconsistent, and aggressive, there will be consequences for you.”

He laughs abruptly. “Are you threatening me, viper?”

“Yes.”

His laughter dies. He huffs in disbelief. Then he runs a hand over his beard, studying me intently.

The way he’s looking at me makes my entire pelvic floor clench like I’m doing Kegels.

I should call my gynecologist first thing in the morning and schedule a hysterectomy. My reproductive organs have gone insane.

“Now it’s my turn to apologize to you.”

He cocks a brow. “Changed your mind on that threat so soon, have you?”

“No. The threat stands. What I need to apologize for is not giving you a chance. I was a bitch to you from the minute you first walked in the door.” I pause, a smile hovering at the corners of my lips. “I should’ve waited until I knew what a culo you are first.”

“Culo means handsome warrior, right?”

My smile grows wider. “Riiight.”

He grins. We stare at each other until our grins slowly fade and we’re somber.

He says gruffly, “You have my word I won’t lose my temper around Lili again. You’re another story, but…I’ll try.”

I glance away, unable to look at his face one second longer. “Thank you. May I ask why you did?”

His pause is short, but charged. “No. Now come inside. Your brother promised me you’re going to make me dinner.”

“My brother has the IQ of a tadpole.”

“You will, viper,” he says softly. “You’ll feed me.”

I look back at him and find him gazing at me with burning intensity.

My heart skips a beat, but I keep my voice light. “And why would I do that, Mr. Quinn?”

“Because it’s suppertime. Because you’re a good hostess.” His pause is almost too brief to notice, but the drop in his voice isn’t. “And because I’m ordering you to.”

My heartbeat goes from skipping like a silly schoolgirl’s to pounding with anger. I say coldly, “You seem to be under the mistaken impression that when you tell me to jump, I’m supposed to ask how high.”

He smirks. “You are.”

“Oh, look. The man who thinks he’s Main Character of Earth is back.”

“So’s the woman who could freeze off my balls with one look.”

“Tiny things freeze so easily, don’t they? And thank you for disabusing me of the silly notion that you can sometimes act human. Now get out of my space. You’re sucking up the oxygen with all that mouth breathing you do.”

I grab the door handle and try to pull the door closed, but he blocks it, stepping closer.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he snaps.

“Then let me borrow your gun. I’ll only need one bullet.”

“You want to shoot me now?”

“The bullet’s for me.”

When he growls, I can’t help but send him the kind of smug, shit-eating smile he’s always sending me. “Careful. You’re dangerously close to breaking your promise about your temper already.”