Free Go Fetch ! by Shelly Laurenston Page B

She’d get over this little anger thing eventually. See that he was just trying to do what was best for her.
    Hell, how mad could she be?
    Chap ter Five
     
    So far, it had been the longest day in his recent memory. From when Miki “accidentally” spit Cheerios at him during breakfast. To when she “accidentally” told the airport cops he was carrying heroin. To when she “accidentally” told the check-in staff at the hotel that she was only 13 and that Conall was her pimp. Oh, and that she was planning to bring a few “johns” into their four-star hotel. Would that be okay?
    And no matter how much he wanted to wring her neck, he wouldn’t. Even though she was making him friggin ’ nuts, he’d be damned if he let her see that she was getting to him.
    Although she was. And not in the way she wanted to either. If anything, he wanted her more. He liked that she didn’t take shit from anybody, especially him. He liked that she was mean as a snake when provoked. He liked how she smelled when she was pissed off.
    And she was royally pissed off.
    He wondered how much longer she could be mad at him. A day? A year? A lifetime? He wouldn’t put it past her. He sensed the girl could hold a grudge.
    He pulled a pillow over his head and tried to think about anything or anyone other than Miki Kendrick.
    But that lasted all of five minutes. Then he was obsessing over how hot she was.
    Just a dog with a bone
.
    Well, she had to eat sometime. And except for the Cheerios, half of which ended up on the first shirt he wore that morning, she hadn’t eaten a thing. She’d even passed on the airplane peanuts.
    He threw the pillow off and went to the door that connected the rooms. He took a deep breath and knocked.
    “What?”
    The fact that she answered him at all was a darn good sign.
    Conall pushed the door open. He’d made it clear she better not lock it. If anything happened he needed to get to her. Of course, that was the time the heroin incident came up. Thank Loki he had connections in the police department; otherwise, he would have endured a very unpleasant experience with a man wearing a surgical glove.
    As always, she was on her laptop again. Her wounded arm, un-bandaged and already healing, did not prevent her from hours and hours of typing. She’d been on that thing since they’d arrived at the airport back home. He was surprised the fucking thing hadn’t fused with her body.
    “Hungry?”
    “No.”
    He took in a breath to control his desire to wring her neck. He gazed around the room. She hadn’t really unpacked. She just had her suitcase open, clothes already lying around. She was a messy girl. He did notice the garment bag she had hung up. He was assuming those were her clothes for her meeting. Underneath them were two pairs of pumps. Both black. One had heels that were about four inches high, the other five inches.
    He looked away. He had to look away. If he started imagining those great legs of hers wearing those shoes, he was going to do something really stupid. “You gotta eat, Mik …and don’t throw anything at me.” He could tell she was looking for something to chuck at him.
    “Fine. I’ll eat.”
    “Good. I’ll order something in. We’ll eat together.”
    “I don’t want…”
    “Must you argue every fuckin ’ thing with me?”
    “Fine. Whatever. Let me know when it’s here.”
    She went back to her laptop and it was like he no longer existed on her planet.
    ***
    He was like a rabid dog. Her own personal Cujo . Constantly lurking around. Constantly watching her. He was driving her nuts.
    She was still so pissed she couldn’t see straight. It was like he’d taken over her life. He was the big man and he was going to take care of the weak human female. She would have punched him in the stomach, but one look at that body and she knew she’d just hurt her hand.
    Of course, if she had her brass knuckles… Sara had thrown that “big ol ’ bear” theory at her again before she left with