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her words. She hadn’t just said ‘ugly as sin,’ had she? And
she really hadn’t said she might vomit if she saw his face, right?
    Fuck.
    “Listen,
I’m sorry. That came out more harshly than I intended---”
    “Don’t,”
he said, his voice sharp for the first time. Recoiling, she took an automatic
step back as fear leaped in her throat. “Just don’t,” he said, shaking his
head. “You don’t even know what you’re talking about. You think I wouldn’t just
turn the fuck around if I could and get it over with? Do you know how easy that
sounds? But it’s not that easy. I see how everyone looks at me, especially the
women. I don’t want you to be like that too.”
    “I-I
wouldn’t.” She wouldn’t judge him like that. At the thought, she flinched,
unsure. She wouldn’t, right? What if it really was terrible like the character
in the Hannibal movie who’d had his face skinned off by Doctor Lector? Even she
wasn’t so sure in herself.
    He
laughed, the sound bitter and she winced as guilt reared its ugly head. “Right.
Aren’t so sure of yourself, are you now? No, I think we’ll stick to doing
things my way, Ms. Clarkson.” He started striding forward, his long-legged
steps eating up the distance back to the house.
    Ah
fuck, now she felt like the worse kind of ass. One that was sinking into a
steaming pile of shit.
    She
followed him, shaking her head. “Listen, I’m sorry. I’m normally not so…mean,
but cut me a break will you? I have been sent here and not because I wanted an
Oregon vacation.”
    He
didn’t say anything and the quiet moment gave her eyes a second to roam down
over his deerskin jacket to a particular body part she probably shouldn’t stare
at. Damn, she thought. He had a nice ass. No, nice didn’t begin to describe it.
He had an ass she could hold on to, that filled out his jeans, and that looked
hard and firm.
    Heat
grew in her chest and she flushed as she jerked her gaze away.
    “You’re
going back upstairs while I go to work. No free rein, and if I were you, I
wouldn’t try to escape again.”
    Alicia
stopped, both feet planting into the ground like roots to a tree. She stared at
his retreating back, with her teeth bared and eyes narrowed. The man did not
know who he was dealing with. She might be more skilled with needle and thread
with a dash of creativity, but when she got pissed off, shit got real.
    And
she was pissed off. How dare he revoke her newly received privilege.
    She stalked
after him in hard angry steps that dug into the soft ground and tore chunks of
grass out from beneath her shoes. Her elbows jabbed backward, punching the air
as she moved faster and faster.
    His
head cocked the side as he heard her approach. The stupid brim of his hat
blocked out his face only giving her the shadows of profile.
    She
full on ran the last ten feet as a war cry bellowed from her throat. He didn’t
duck away as he could have. No, he took the hit. She wasn’t even sure why he
did, though she didn’t care. Not one bit. All she knew was this man was the
cause of her problems and she was going to let it all out.
    She
slammed into his back like a flying monkey. Arms and legs crashing into him and
curling around him as he fell forward, unable to hold them both up at her
momentum. He fell to his knees first, one hand catching the fall before fully
crashing to the grass. His hat sailed away and she saw his hair was about two
inches longer than she’d originally thought. His hat kept it pressed down.
    “What
do you think you’re doing?” he asked, breathing hard.
    “What
does it look like? I’m getting my answer now.”
    He
kept his face forward much as she’d done when they were across the land. Their
roles had quite literally reversed. Only she wasn’t about to get up and back
away. Hell fucking no. She was pissed right the fuck off.
    “Get
off of me, Alicia. Now.” An alpha’s command, said with every bit of power he
held.
    Yet,
she was the one in the dominant