I watched him go, the door clicking softly behind him. That was it! I’d had enough of his nonchalance.
I followed him into his bedroom. I pushed the door open without knocking and caught him mid-change of his shirt.
He froze, his sleeves halfway over his head, and muscles tense under the fabric. His icy blue eyes met mine.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
I stepped closer, letting my irritation show. “I’m not going with you tonight.”
He didn’t answer immediately. He pulled the shirt off completely, tossing it into an empty basket, and ran a hand through his damp hair.
“Too bad,” he said. “You don’t have a choice.”
My brows shot up. “Excuse me?”
He reached for a fresh towel from the closet, completely unfazed. “You heard me. You’re coming.”
“You can’t just order me around, Damo
