Why did you tell me?” I whispered, not even sure if he was still awake or why I was asking. He’d already answered. “Why did you have to tell me that Hawke was your middle name?”
The fire crackled, spitting sparks, and I closed my eyes.
Seconds, maybe minutes later, Casteel said, “Because you needed to know that not everything was a lie.”
You are so incredibly beautiful when you’re angry.”
I refused to be flattered by that somewhat weird compliment. “And you’re so incredibly disturbed.”
“Been called worse.”
“I’m sure you have.” I folded my arms across my chest.
He rose from the chair, and for a moment, I got a little lost in all the bronze skin on display. “We’ll talk tomorrow about our future—”
“There is no future to talk about. We’re not marrying,” I cut in.
“I think you’ll find my reasonings impossible to refuse.”
“Nothing is impossible.”
“We’ll see.”