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“Colt,” I yelled, thumping a fist against his back. “Put me down!” But he was having none of it. He strode down a hallway off the main room, took a sharp left into what looked to be a guest bedroom, and kicked the door shut behind us. It slammed into place with an earsplitting bang. If anyone noticed, though, no one stopped us. He tossed me down on the big, neatly made bed, the mattress bouncing beneath me. I scowled at him as he leaned back on the door. There was no point in screaming. Even if anyone dared to go up against Colt, they wouldn’t hear me over the music. Instead, I sat up and crossed my arms over my chest. Colt’s gaze dipped momentarily to my lips but then came right back to my eyes, his glare as hot as mine. “Why do you always have to be such a pain?” My mouth gaped open. “Me? Are you serious right now?” He gave a curt nod. “Unbelievable.” “What? I asked nicely to talk to you. You wouldn’t.” “So a normal response is to toss the person ignoring you over your shoulder and lock her in a room?” He shrugged. “You’re talking to me now, aren’t you?” “Not by choice.” I pushed to my feet, my anger boiling. “You’re so self-centered!” I stormed to the doorway he was blocking, but he didn’t budge. “Move.” “No.” “Colt.” There was a warning in my tone. After last time, I probably should have been scared. But if he’d planned on hurting me, he could have easily done that when we were alone. He softened a little and then slowly held his hands up like I was about to arrest him. “I wanted to say I’m sorry.” I stared at him for a long moment and then went to the window, lifted one of the slatted blinds, and peered out. “What are you doing?” “Checking to see if pigs are flying.” He scowled some more. “Did you seriously just apologize?” “Yes.” “See why I’m surprised?” “Look. I realize I scared you the other day at the gym.” “You don't say. You’re part psycho, I’m sure of it.” A smug smile tipped up the corner of his lips. “How was I supposed to know you’d run off crying? I thought you were made from tougher stuff.” I threw my hands up in the air. “Anyone ever tell you that your apologies suck, Colt? They feel more like insults.” I made for the door again. “We’re done.” To my surprise, he moved aside. A tiny jolt of disappointment shot through me. Which was messed up. Did I actually want to stay here and argue with him some more? Yes. No! I gripped the door handle, but he knocked my hand off it quicker than I could blink. I glared at him. He glared back. His black eyes bored into mine, challenging me. Demanding. Unyielding. He stepped in. I stepped back. Again and again until my back hit the wall. Colt closed the distance between us. There was something possessive in his stance that warmed my blood in a way anger didn’t. “We’re not done,” he growled, almost to himself.