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exactly, is your problem?"
Alec returned her stare with one of his own. But where she knew her eyes were cold, his were fiery, anger and impatience burning bright in their dark depths. His lips thinned for a split-second as he watched her, then relaxed only enough for his jaw to clench. A slight tic pulsated along his jaw line, removing any idea that AJ might have had that he was only a tad bit upset about anything but her.
Oh no, he was definitely more than just a tad bit upset. And it was definitely aimed right at her.
She sat up straighter, clenching her own jaw as she met his gaze straight on. "Do you want to tell me what it is I did that pissed you off so much, or am I just supposed to guess?"
"What were you typing at practice?"
The simmering anger in his tone distracted her for a few seconds before the actual words registered in her mind. She blinked, hard, not really believing she had heard him right. But she wasn't hearing things, wasn't imagining things.
"You've got to be kidding me." It was the first thing that popped out of her mouth, which was at least a little better than the sarcastic "Excuse me?" she wanted to say.
Apparently Alec didn't agree with her. He leaned toward her, so close that mere inches separated them, so close she could feel the heat radiating from his body. "What were you writing, AJ?"
She stared at him, studying him for a few quiet seconds as she tried to mentally peel through his anger. And suddenly it hit her: he wasn't angry, he was worried.
Why on earth would Alec Kolchak be worried about what she was writing?
Well, okay, so maybe she could understand a little bit of worry. He never gave interviews, ever. To suddenly have to give her one...and be stuck with her on top of it...had to stick in him at least a little. And all because he lost a bet because she actually scored on him...
And then there was that stupid article from a few years ago that had her name attached to it. Never mind that she didn't have a thing to do with it, nobody ever believed that...
A hot flame of anger surged through her but she quickly doused it. She absolutely refused to let that fiasco play a part in who and what she was today. It was behind her.
"What were you writing, AJ?" Alec repeated the question, his voice flat and chilly. She swallowed once, twice, trying to rein in her anger and disappointment.
So maybe it wasn't as far behind her as she thought.
AJ sighed, leaving no doubt about how furious she was in the sound, and shoved open the truck door. Pulling her backpack off the seat as she jumped out, she fixed Alec with as cold a glare as she could manage.
"I was writing about how big an ass you are!"
She slammed the door as hard as she could, gratified at his groan as the truck frame shook with the force. Let him take that, she thought, storming toward the building. It would serve him right if she had been writing about his being an ass. Too bad she wasn't that vindictive. The funny thing was, she hadn't even been writing about him. Not really.
Because she had been entirely too distracted by the memory of waking up with him in bed next to her. She paused before pulling open the door, taking a deep breath and willing the heat in her face to fade. She was about to tell Tim that her crazy idea worked, and that she was going to get the interview. The last thing she needed was for him to sense something else was going on...like this sudden irrational attraction to Alec.
**
Alec glanced at his watch then jammed the power button of the truck's stereo. Twenty minutes had passed already...what could AJ be doing in there for that long? She said all she had to do was run in and get something...
What if she was doing more than getting something? What if she was already turning in her article? Clenching
Alec returned her stare with one of his own. But where she knew her eyes were cold, his were fiery, anger and impatience burning bright in their dark depths. His lips thinned for a split-second as he watched her, then relaxed only enough for his jaw to clench. A slight tic pulsated along his jaw line, removing any idea that AJ might have had that he was only a tad bit upset about anything but her.
Oh no, he was definitely more than just a tad bit upset. And it was definitely aimed right at her.
She sat up straighter, clenching her own jaw as she met his gaze straight on. "Do you want to tell me what it is I did that pissed you off so much, or am I just supposed to guess?"
"What were you typing at practice?"
The simmering anger in his tone distracted her for a few seconds before the actual words registered in her mind. She blinked, hard, not really believing she had heard him right. But she wasn't hearing things, wasn't imagining things.
"You've got to be kidding me." It was the first thing that popped out of her mouth, which was at least a little better than the sarcastic "Excuse me?" she wanted to say.
Apparently Alec didn't agree with her. He leaned toward her, so close that mere inches separated them, so close she could feel the heat radiating from his body. "What were you writing, AJ?"
She stared at him, studying him for a few quiet seconds as she tried to mentally peel through his anger. And suddenly it hit her: he wasn't angry, he was worried.
Why on earth would Alec Kolchak be worried about what she was writing?
Well, okay, so maybe she could understand a little bit of worry. He never gave interviews, ever. To suddenly have to give her one...and be stuck with her on top of it...had to stick in him at least a little. And all because he lost a bet because she actually scored on him...
And then there was that stupid article from a few years ago that had her name attached to it. Never mind that she didn't have a thing to do with it, nobody ever believed that...
A hot flame of anger surged through her but she quickly doused it. She absolutely refused to let that fiasco play a part in who and what she was today. It was behind her.
"What were you writing, AJ?" Alec repeated the question, his voice flat and chilly. She swallowed once, twice, trying to rein in her anger and disappointment.
So maybe it wasn't as far behind her as she thought.
AJ sighed, leaving no doubt about how furious she was in the sound, and shoved open the truck door. Pulling her backpack off the seat as she jumped out, she fixed Alec with as cold a glare as she could manage.
"I was writing about how big an ass you are!"
She slammed the door as hard as she could, gratified at his groan as the truck frame shook with the force. Let him take that, she thought, storming toward the building. It would serve him right if she had been writing about his being an ass. Too bad she wasn't that vindictive. The funny thing was, she hadn't even been writing about him. Not really.
Because she had been entirely too distracted by the memory of waking up with him in bed next to her. She paused before pulling open the door, taking a deep breath and willing the heat in her face to fade. She was about to tell Tim that her crazy idea worked, and that she was going to get the interview. The last thing she needed was for him to sense something else was going on...like this sudden irrational attraction to Alec.
**
Alec glanced at his watch then jammed the power button of the truck's stereo. Twenty minutes had passed already...what could AJ be doing in there for that long? She said all she had to do was run in and get something...
What if she was doing more than getting something? What if she was already turning in her article? Clenching
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