I raised my chin to glare at him. “I said you could go screw yourself. I’m a shifter. It’s warm enough. And if you don’t like what you see, look away.”
Ranger chuckled. It was a dark and menacing sound as he narrowed his heated gaze. “Who says I don’t like what I see?”
There was a tug in the center of my chest, a deep primal pull that urged me to tease him and draw this out. To see if I could make him smile or if he’d frown. The intensity of that feeling was frightening and I crossed my arms, taking a step back. “Could have fooled me.”
Ranger stilled as if I were prey and he didn’t want to make a sudden move. “Why are you scared?”
“I’m not scared,” I lied. Thank the Goddess I was downwind.
“You know I’ll take care of you, right?”
Come again?
“I didn’t ask you to take care of me,” I
