was hers. The betraying action had his deep blue eyes burning with renewed rage as his teeth bared in a snarl.
“Oh yes, baby, it’s yours.” His voice was hoarse with his anger now. “What the hell are you doing with it?”
Morganna licked her lips nervously. She had never seen Clint so angry. His eyes burned with it, his arrogant, sharp features tight with it. The harshly defined cheekbones stood out clearly as his lips tightened to a harsh line.
“Get off!” She slapped her hands into his hard chest, desperate to get him away from her now. He loomed over herlike an angel of retribution and sent her heart racing with trepidation. And arousal. She hated how aroused she was, hated knowing that despite the past few years, despite her fight to forget him, to get over him, he could still affect her. Even when he was this damned mad.
Morganna gasped as he threw the receiver with a vicious movement. “What are you doing with it, Morganna? Don’t play me for a damned fool here. I almost watched you die before my eyes. Do think I enjoyed it?”
The emotion blazing in his eyes shocked her. They were dark, tortured, his expression a furious grimace as he stared back at her.
“I can’t imagine it would cause you a sleepless night,” she yelled back at him, tugging at the hold he had on her hair. “Now let go of me.”
He was breathing as hard as she was. “Not on your life, sweetheart. By God, you’ll answer me or you’ll answer to Reno. Take your choice.”
“I don’t answer to either one of you.” She was panting with her own anger now. Anger and arousal. The anger she could understand; the arousal infuriated her.
She watched his eyes widen at her response.
“There is where you are so wrong.” This was more nerve-wracking than being shot at. Clint looked ready to commit murder.
“Oh my God, you have so lost it.” She pushed at his chest; unfortunately, it was like shoving at a boulder. “Who the hell do you think you are? What I do is none of your business. And how do you know the bastard playing with guns wasn’t after you? I could see someone wanting to kill you. I fantasize about it often.” She glared back at him, anger surging through her system.
“Answers, Morganna. Now.”
She hated it when he got like this. When he decided he was the law, that she was answerable to him just because that was what he decided.
“I have no answers for you, Clint. Even if you did deserve them. Which you don’t.” She kept her voice low, despite her anger, despite the fact that she had intended to attempt to explain things to him earlier. The look on his face assured her that no explanations were going to help. There was the potential of making things worse.
She lifted her chin defiantly, refusing to back down, even as she refused to admit that his rage sparked more than just her answering anger.
But it wasn’t just rage. For the first time, she saw emotion. It shadowed his eyes, roughened his voice, and she had to tamp back the hope flaring inside her at the evidence that somehow he might very well care for her.
“Why doesn’t this surprise me?” he shouted to no one in particular as he jerked away from her, his dark glower causing her to watch him with wary suspicion. “Why, Morganna, doesn’t it surprise me that you’re doing something stupid?”
“Stupid?” She stared back at him incredulously. “Excuse me, Clint? What do you do for a living here? I was just having a good night at a nice little club. Honestly, I’m beginning to suspect that car was after you. What did you do, manhandle the wrong woman?”
He snarled as he cast her a fulminating look, his eyes burning with anger. “I knew you were up to something. I told Reno last year you were up to something. You’ve been acting sneaky as hell for years now.”
“You are so paranoid.” She jutted her hip and braced her hand on the bare flesh with a mocking laugh. “Really. Just because I’m not chasing after you day and night