Ella couldn’t smother her whimper, “What are you made of, steel?”
“That’s what tussling with a wolf will get you.” He responded unsympathetically, releasing her and stalking to the bed, where he neatly unfolded the suitcase. “Now be a good girl, and pack your bags.”
“I would sooner set everything I own on fire.” Ella replied coolly, resisting the urge to rub her aching foot.
“That might not be the worst idea.” Sinclair muttered, glancing at her wardrobe. “If you’re going to live with me, you might as well look the part too. Should I fetch a lighter?”
“No!” Ella yelped, moving to protect her things. “They might not be up to your standards but I like my things, and I like my apartment.” In truth, this apartment reminded Ella too much of Mike, and she hadn’t picked out any of her furnitur
