Considering Kate
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"Then that gives you plenty of time." Particularly, he thought, since the office already looked perfect. He should have known she'd make it perfect.
"Let me put it this way." She pounded in another nail. "I'm busy, and I have no desire to talk to you. I'm not paying you to stand around and chat in any case."
"Don't pull that on me." He yanked the hammer out of her hand. "You writing checks for the job doesn't have anything to do with the rest of it. I'll be damned if you'll put it on that level." He was right, of course, and it shamed her to have it pointed out. "True enough, but our personal business is done."
"The hell it is." He turned and shoved the pocket door closed.
"Just what do you think you're doing?"
"Getting some privacy. It doesn't seem to be in big supply around here."
"Open that door—then walk through it. And keep walking."
"Sit down and shut up."
Her eyes widened, more in shock than temper. "I beg your pardon?" To solve the problem, he set the hammer aside—well out of her reach—walked over and pushed her into a chair. "Now listen."
She started to leap up, was pushed down firmly again. Temper heated, but it stayed at the bubble from the sheer surprise of seeing him so furious. "So, you've proved you're big and strong," she said derisively.
"You don't have to prove you're stupid."
"And you don't have to prove you're spoiled and snotty. You try to get up again before I'm done, I'm going to tie you in that chair. I was minding my own business when Jerry came in. He's a friend. He and Beth have gone out of their way for me and Jack, so I owe him."
"So naturally you need to pay him back by dating his sister."
"Be quiet, Kate. I'm not dating his sister. I don't intend to date his sister. He was running off at the mouth, and I was shimming cabinets. I wasn't listening to him, and by the time I tuned back in…" Brody raked a hand through his hair, took a restless rum around the room. "He caught me off guard, and I was trying to backtrack without stomping all over his feelings. He and Tiff have always been tight. He's worried about her, I guess, and he trusts me. What was I supposed to say? I'm not interested in your sister?"
Kate angled her chin. "Yes. But that's not really the point."
"Then what the hell is the point?"
"The point is you indicated, and obviously feel, there's nothing between us but sex. I require more than that in a relationship. I demand more than that. Loyalty, fidelity, affection, respect. I expect a man to be able to say—without tripping over his own clumsy tongue—that he and I are dating. That he cares about me."
"Damn it, it's been nearly ten years since I dated anyone. You'd think you could cut me some slack."
"Then you think wrong. Are we done here?"
"Man, you're a hard case. No, we're not done." He yanked her to her feet. "I haven't been with anyone else since you. I don't want to be. I'll make a point of making that crystal clear to Jerry or anyone else. I care about you, and I don't appreciate being made to feel like an idiot because I don't have a good handle on it."
"Fine. Now let go."
"If I could let go, I wouldn't be standing here wanting to strangle you."
"You insulted me. You insulted us. You're the one who should be strangled."
"I'm not going to apologize again." He dragged her toward the door.
"Apologize? I didn't hear any apology. What are you doing?"
"Just be quiet," he ordered as he shoved the door open, continued to pull her down the corridor.
"If you don't let go of me, this minute, I'm going to—"
The wind was knocked out of her when he simply hauled her up and over his shoulder. He clamped her legs still with one arm, yanked open the front door with his free hand.
"Have you lost your mind?" Too shocked to struggle, she shoved her hair up out of her face as he strode with her across the porch and down the front steps. "Have you completely lost your mind?"
"The minute I started thinking about you." He scanned the street, spotted a woman coming out of the apartment building. "Excuse me! Ma'am?"
She glanced over, blinked. "Ah…yes?"
"This is Kate. I'm Brody. I just wanted you to know that we're dating."
"Oh, my God," Kate whispered, and let her hair fall again.
''I see. Well…'' The woman smiled, offered a little wave. "That's nice."
"Thanks." Brody shifted Kate, set her on her feet in front of him. "Would you like to keep going, or are you satisfied?"
She couldn't get the words out of her mouth. Simply couldn't shove them from where they seemed to be stuck in her throat. She solved the problem by rapping a fist against his chest and storming back into the building.
"Guess not," Brody decided, and strode in after her.
Chapter Nine
He caught her an instant before she could slam her office door in his face. Not that it would have stopped him now that he was revved up.
"Not so fast, honey."
"Don't you call me honey. Don't you speak to me." She rounded on him. "You're nothing but a bully. Manhandling me that way. Embarrassing me on the street."
"Embarrassed?" He kept his eyes, every bit as hot as hers, level as he slid the door closed behind his back. "Why is that? I simply told a neighbor, without tripping over my—what was it—clumsy tongue, that we're dating. So what's the problem?"
"The problem is…" She retreated several steps as he advanced on her. That was another shocker—not just that he was backing her into a corner, but that she was letting him. She'dnever backed down from a confrontation, and certainly never backed down from a man. "Just what do you think you're doing?"
"Being myself." Damned if it didn't feel good. "Been a while since I cut loose like this, but it's coming back to me. We may as well find out now if you have a problem with that."
"If you think you can—" She broke off as he grabbed her arms, pulled her up to her toes. "You'd just better calm down."