this morning. I've never seen you like this. Ever since I've known you, you've been sweet-natured and reasonable and…"
"And docile and good-tempered and well-mannered and obedient, right? I responded immediately to the leading rein and a little carefully applied pressure," she concluded for him. "Just like a well-bred mare. Well, I've got news for you, Garrett Coltrane—I'm not a horse. I apologize for any inconvenience caused by the confusion. Now go put on some clothes. I have no intention of finishing this argument while you're standing there stark naked looking like a stallion who's just been introduced to the mare he's supposed to impregnate."
Garrett froze. For a moment it seemed as though he might do something drastic, but with an obvious effort he restrained himself. He glowered down into Katy's brilliant eyes and determined face for a long moment, and then he abruptly released her. With a brutal exclamation, he turned and strode toward the bathroom, snagging a pair of jeans on the way.
"All right, I'll go have a shower and get dressed. I think we both need a little time to cool down. This dis cussion has gotten totally out of hand." He paused in the doorway and sent a warming glance back over his shoulder. "But don't get any ideas of leaving while I'm in the shower. Use a few of those brains I always credited you with having and think about what you're doing. You've got my promise we're going to settle this when I get out."
Katy's mouth trembled faintly, but her gaze didn't waver. "I'm not going to run off. I know we have to make some logistical plans. We need to talk about the legal formalities, for one thing. We'll have to consult lawyers, I suppose."
Garrett cut off the remainder of her words with a short, vicious comment. "No, we are not going to consult lawyers. Just make sure you're still here when I get out of the shower. I'll tell you then just what plans we're going to make." He closed the door with an unnerving softness, leaving Katy to stare morosely at the silver-and-pink flocked wall.
Inside the bathroom Garrett met the eyes of the man in the mirror. The other guy looked ready for battle.
"Lawyers," Garrett muttered as he wrenched the shower handle. " Lawyers . Of all the stupid, crazy, emotional things to say. She's talking about getting a lawyer and we've only been married less than twenty-four hours."
In his wildest flights of imagination, Garrett knew he could never have envisioned the kind of morning after the wedding night that he had encountered today. Katy was normally a sweet, gentle little creature. To think he had always felt protective of her, even when she was a kid. Hell, this morning he was the one who needed protection. He'd gone to bed with a butterfly and awakened with a wildcat.
Garrett planted his hands on the rim of the sink and glared into the mirror as he waited for the shower water to heat. A pair of dangerous gold eyes stared back at him. He had to admit that the fierce gaze, combined with the dark stubble of his beard and the natural un-handsomeness of his features did not present a particularly endearing appearance. He looked like a somewhat shopworn devil. Hardly the sort of face a new bride expected to see on the first morning after her wedding.
Garrett jerked away from the mirror and stepped into the hot shower. He couldn't do much about the rough beard or the lack of good looks—they were a part of him that his bride was going to have to learn to accept.
But, dammit, he hadn't awakened with that look in his eyes. Katy's strange, irrational behavior had been responsible for it.
To think that for the past two months he'd believed the shy kid he'd once known had grown up into such a nice, levelheaded, sensible young woman. The perfect wife for him.
Garrett groaned silently as he thought about exactly what it was he had felt when he had awakened a short time ago. His body still pulsed with morning arousal. The confrontation with his wife had done nothing to
"And docile and good-tempered and well-mannered and obedient, right? I responded immediately to the leading rein and a little carefully applied pressure," she concluded for him. "Just like a well-bred mare. Well, I've got news for you, Garrett Coltrane—I'm not a horse. I apologize for any inconvenience caused by the confusion. Now go put on some clothes. I have no intention of finishing this argument while you're standing there stark naked looking like a stallion who's just been introduced to the mare he's supposed to impregnate."
Garrett froze. For a moment it seemed as though he might do something drastic, but with an obvious effort he restrained himself. He glowered down into Katy's brilliant eyes and determined face for a long moment, and then he abruptly released her. With a brutal exclamation, he turned and strode toward the bathroom, snagging a pair of jeans on the way.
"All right, I'll go have a shower and get dressed. I think we both need a little time to cool down. This dis cussion has gotten totally out of hand." He paused in the doorway and sent a warming glance back over his shoulder. "But don't get any ideas of leaving while I'm in the shower. Use a few of those brains I always credited you with having and think about what you're doing. You've got my promise we're going to settle this when I get out."
Katy's mouth trembled faintly, but her gaze didn't waver. "I'm not going to run off. I know we have to make some logistical plans. We need to talk about the legal formalities, for one thing. We'll have to consult lawyers, I suppose."
Garrett cut off the remainder of her words with a short, vicious comment. "No, we are not going to consult lawyers. Just make sure you're still here when I get out of the shower. I'll tell you then just what plans we're going to make." He closed the door with an unnerving softness, leaving Katy to stare morosely at the silver-and-pink flocked wall.
Inside the bathroom Garrett met the eyes of the man in the mirror. The other guy looked ready for battle.
"Lawyers," Garrett muttered as he wrenched the shower handle. " Lawyers . Of all the stupid, crazy, emotional things to say. She's talking about getting a lawyer and we've only been married less than twenty-four hours."
In his wildest flights of imagination, Garrett knew he could never have envisioned the kind of morning after the wedding night that he had encountered today. Katy was normally a sweet, gentle little creature. To think he had always felt protective of her, even when she was a kid. Hell, this morning he was the one who needed protection. He'd gone to bed with a butterfly and awakened with a wildcat.
Garrett planted his hands on the rim of the sink and glared into the mirror as he waited for the shower water to heat. A pair of dangerous gold eyes stared back at him. He had to admit that the fierce gaze, combined with the dark stubble of his beard and the natural un-handsomeness of his features did not present a particularly endearing appearance. He looked like a somewhat shopworn devil. Hardly the sort of face a new bride expected to see on the first morning after her wedding.
Garrett jerked away from the mirror and stepped into the hot shower. He couldn't do much about the rough beard or the lack of good looks—they were a part of him that his bride was going to have to learn to accept.
But, dammit, he hadn't awakened with that look in his eyes. Katy's strange, irrational behavior had been responsible for it.
To think that for the past two months he'd believed the shy kid he'd once known had grown up into such a nice, levelheaded, sensible young woman. The perfect wife for him.
Garrett groaned silently as he thought about exactly what it was he had felt when he had awakened a short time ago. His body still pulsed with morning arousal. The confrontation with his wife had done nothing to
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