“Oh fuck off!” Fallon barked, apparently catching on to Maddox’s ridiculousness.
“I’m simply trying to learn more about you. I need to know what lines I can and can’t cross with you. Just like the rest of your subs...who you probably have somewhere right now waiting for permission to come.”
“Oh. My. God.” She breathed as Ransom curled into himself, one hand gripping the center console. “What is wrong with you?”
The brothers shared a glance before Maddox beamed and said, “I don’t like tense people. As a grizzly, tenseness makes me nervous. So I use my incredible charm to prevent said tenseness which prevents tragic, unfortunate maiming.” His head tilted a bit. “And look at that, you’re smiling.”
She was and it caused Ransom to briefly forget how to inhale. Her smile was all bright eyes and lean slashes in her cheeks. For a moment he was envious that it hadn’t been him who put that look on her face. Then he found himself grateful for the fact that it was there to begin with.
“You were dropped on your head as a child, weren’t you?” Fallon queried, still smoothly cruising the interstate.
Maddox gasped in mock surprise. “How did you know? Most people can’t tell until I start talking to the voices in my head.” He gave a sad sigh. “They never wanna be friends with me after that.”
Her grin only grew. “You’re cute. I think you may just survive this week without me fucking your life up beyond all recognition and repair.”
Ransom’s sibling only smiled. “Your mercy clearly knows no bounds.”
She shrugged. “Some would say.”
***
He was quiet... too quiet. But not the relaxing, tranquil silence that most came to Colorado to experience. No, it was the kind of quiet someone had when they were studying something.
Fallon knew she was that something. And it made her twitchy.
“Is there a reason you’re staring at me Mr. McKenna?” She questioned as silence enveloped her truck once again.
“Ransom.” He said.
Her brows rose. “What?”
“In the last few months you’ve accused me of knowing Satan on a personal level—”
“Which he does by the way.” Maddox cheekily interrupted.
“You’ve threatened to rip my arms off,” Ransom continued, ignoring his brother. “Not to mention I just watched you assault two pedestrians.”
“They were not pedestrians.” Fallon growled. “And it wasn’t assault.”
“I think you’re allowed to call me by my first name.” He pointed out. “And maybe I’m staring at you because I’m wondering if you’ll suddenly assault me too.”
Her lip curled. “Don’t tempt me... Ransom.”
She heard the smile in the big bastard’s voice when he teasingly replied, “See? Makes your threats just that much more intimate.”
Fallon rolled her eyes.
“So, the two men you assaulted—”
“I swear to God...”
“—Any particular reason why you beat the fuck out of them?” He questioned, bypassing her warning snarl.
“Aside from the fact that it obviously gave you joy.” Maddox murmured.
She took a deep breath. “They want the same thing you do.”
Maddox once again sat forward. “To call you Mistress?” He reared backwards. “Well that hand gesture was uncalled for.”
“They want your pack’s land.” Ransom’s softly stated comment made her briefly glance over at him, just to find those eyes on her once again.
“I’m simply trying to learn more about you. I need to know what lines I can and can’t cross with you. Just like the rest of your subs...who you probably have somewhere right now waiting for permission to come.”
“Oh. My. God.” She breathed as Ransom curled into himself, one hand gripping the center console. “What is wrong with you?”
The brothers shared a glance before Maddox beamed and said, “I don’t like tense people. As a grizzly, tenseness makes me nervous. So I use my incredible charm to prevent said tenseness which prevents tragic, unfortunate maiming.” His head tilted a bit. “And look at that, you’re smiling.”
She was and it caused Ransom to briefly forget how to inhale. Her smile was all bright eyes and lean slashes in her cheeks. For a moment he was envious that it hadn’t been him who put that look on her face. Then he found himself grateful for the fact that it was there to begin with.
“You were dropped on your head as a child, weren’t you?” Fallon queried, still smoothly cruising the interstate.
Maddox gasped in mock surprise. “How did you know? Most people can’t tell until I start talking to the voices in my head.” He gave a sad sigh. “They never wanna be friends with me after that.”
Her grin only grew. “You’re cute. I think you may just survive this week without me fucking your life up beyond all recognition and repair.”
Ransom’s sibling only smiled. “Your mercy clearly knows no bounds.”
She shrugged. “Some would say.”
***
He was quiet... too quiet. But not the relaxing, tranquil silence that most came to Colorado to experience. No, it was the kind of quiet someone had when they were studying something.
Fallon knew she was that something. And it made her twitchy.
“Is there a reason you’re staring at me Mr. McKenna?” She questioned as silence enveloped her truck once again.
“Ransom.” He said.
Her brows rose. “What?”
“In the last few months you’ve accused me of knowing Satan on a personal level—”
“Which he does by the way.” Maddox cheekily interrupted.
“You’ve threatened to rip my arms off,” Ransom continued, ignoring his brother. “Not to mention I just watched you assault two pedestrians.”
“They were not pedestrians.” Fallon growled. “And it wasn’t assault.”
“I think you’re allowed to call me by my first name.” He pointed out. “And maybe I’m staring at you because I’m wondering if you’ll suddenly assault me too.”
Her lip curled. “Don’t tempt me... Ransom.”
She heard the smile in the big bastard’s voice when he teasingly replied, “See? Makes your threats just that much more intimate.”
Fallon rolled her eyes.
“So, the two men you assaulted—”
“I swear to God...”
“—Any particular reason why you beat the fuck out of them?” He questioned, bypassing her warning snarl.
“Aside from the fact that it obviously gave you joy.” Maddox murmured.
She took a deep breath. “They want the same thing you do.”
Maddox once again sat forward. “To call you Mistress?” He reared backwards. “Well that hand gesture was uncalled for.”
“They want your pack’s land.” Ransom’s softly stated comment made her briefly glance over at him, just to find those eyes on her once again.
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