Fighting Dirty

She pivoted back to blast Armie. “I do not want you demolishing him where my neighbors might hear.”

He cocked a brow. “So that’s your only concern?”

“I live in a nice, quiet neighborhood of elderly people,” she growled. Did he actually think she still cared for Steve? “Take him apart on your own time, but not in my front yard!”

“Okay, okay. Take it easy.”

Knowing she’d overreacted and now feeling like a fool, Merissa tried to step around him.

Armie pulled her against his chest. Near her ear, he said, “I’m sorry. I would never deliberately do anything to embarrass you.”

That he would be so considerate, that he could pull his anger together so easily, amazed her. She dropped her forehead to his shoulder. “You won’t kill him?”

His rough laugh teased along her nape. “Naw. I’ll leave him intact—for now.” He set her away from him, studied her face and asked, “Okay now?”

They both ignored Steve.

“Yes, thank you.”

Steve wasn’t ready to let it go. “I looked for you. Did you know that?”

“No, I didn’t. But I wish I had.”

“Now I know who you are!”

Dark eyes glittering, Armie smiled at him. “I’ve always known who you are. Keep that in mind.”

Okay, wow. That made Merissa shiver. And when she glanced at Steve, he looked far from unaffected.

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