I spin around in his arms and face him, staring at him through the shadows. His eyes are closed. His jaw is set. It looks like he’s decided this is the end of the conversation.
Guess I’ll have to set him straight about that.
“Kage. Look at me.”
Keeping his eyes closed, he says curtly, “Go to sleep.”
This bossy, hardheaded, infuriating man. The longer I know him, the more blood pressure medication I’ll have to take.
“No. We’re going to talk about this. Right now.”
“You know what the definition of a stalemate is? This, right here. We can’t fix this, no matter how much talking we do. So go to sleep.”
“Kage, listen to me—”
He sits up, pushes me onto my back, and straddles my body. Then he gets right into my face and starts shouting.
“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. T
