And what the hell were 'her guns' anyway? It wasn't as if she had a damn plan.
As he stalked toward her, her hands began shaking and the wineglass she was about to put up in the cabinet slipped from her fingers and shattered into tiny pieces against the tile floor.
"Fuck!"
Lauren heard Logan's expletive as if through a wind tunnel. There was a roaring sound in her ears and before she could even blink, his boots crunched across the broken glass and he lifted her, bare feet and all, into his arms and strode away from the dangerous debris her confusion had caused.
He stalked across the living room with her in his arms, one steely hand under her legs and the other behind her back. When he arrived at the french doors, he twisted the knob without letting her go.
He slid outside into the dark of the night, and slammed the door closed with his booted foot. Like a man on a mission, he strode toward the swimming pool and held her over the deep-end as if he was going to dump her in.
It was extremely dark outside; no lights were on and the moon was so small that it was no help at all. Lauren didn't much like deep water to begin with and dark water, not at all. She could swim if she had to, but she wasn't super-confident in the water and never had been. Of course, Logan didn't know that about her. Every time they'd gotten in the pool, she'd hung around the shallow end, always telling him she didn't want to mess up her hair or make-up. No doubt that was the reason he was threatening to drop her in now. She clung to his neck, trepidation running through her. If he dared to dump her in, she had news for him; she was taking him with her.
"What the hell is wrong with you, woman?" Logan roared.
Lauren was both appalled that the neighbors might hear him and upset that he was mad at her. "I broke a damn glass, asshole! Get over it," she screamed.
He retaliated swiftly by bending his knees and acting as if he were going to give her a drenching. She gasped and clung tighter and he stood back up and the immediate threat was delayed. "This isn't about the fucking glass, Lauren. I want to know what the hell's got up your ass? Why are you so goddamn reserved lately?"
She couldn't help it, she stiffened in his arms. Son of a bitch. He could tell she was upset? She'd done everything within her power to hide it from him. "I'm not reserved."
"Bullshit."
Her temper soaring, she couldn't help the truculent expression that she knew was now plastered across her features. "Bullshit," she hissed back, intent on denying it.
"Are we fighting?" he bit out with exasperation.
"Are you holding me over the swimming pool and threatening to throw me in?"
"Yes." he hissed.
"Well then, I guess we're fighting," she snarled back, determined to give as good as she was getting.
"I'm not talking about right this minute, Lauren. I know we're fighting right now. I want to know if I've done something wrong, something to piss you off that you're not telling me about? Have we been in a goddamn fight and I'm too dense to even know it?"
Her heart sank and her body relaxed in partial defeat. Had it been so obvious that her feelings were hurt? She'd tried so hard to act normal, to go about her daily business as if everything was just fine and dandy.
She didn't know how to answer him. And for the same damn reason she hadn't wanted to broach the subject in the first place.
She didn't want an 'I love you' out of pity.
She wanted him to feel it. She wanted him to feel the emotion with such an overriding passion that he couldn't help but scream it from the rooftops.
Well, not literally.
But she wanted him to scream it to her. Or to say it with a fervor he couldn't keep from his voice. She wanted that like she hadn't wanted anything before in her life.
Except maybe to marry him.
She wanted that just as badly.
"Can you put me down?" she asked instead of answering his question.
"No," he replied, pig-headedly.
"Logan, move away from the freakin' pool!" she screamed in agitation.
"No, goddamnit, not until you tell me what the fuck I did wrong."
Lauren took a deep breath and counted to ten in her head. "Fine. We'll talk about it, okay? Just put me down first."
Logan's muscles tensed as if he didn't believe her, but then he dropped his arm from under her legs and her feet hit the cobbled path of the walkway. She straightened to her full height, and the second he released her, she turned and began running back toward the house.
She heard his hiss of impatience, and within two seconds, she knew that running from him had been a stupid, stupid mistake. She hadn't taken three steps before he caught up with her from behind, one hand fisting in her hair and the other arm encircling her completely around the waist.
His arm was as tight as a boa constrictor, and the breath left her lungs in a silent 'whoosh'.
He lifted her off her feet and she felt the world careen as her back arched over his shoulder and he twisted toward the swimming pool once again.
She began fighting like a mad woman, absolutely, one hundred percent more pissed than scared. Her feet flayed backwards, trying to hit him anywhere, but preferably in the groin, as her arms bent at the elbows and her hands fell to his forearms and she sank her nails into his skin. She would be damned if he got his own damn way again! She was sick and tired of it.
"Leave me the fuck alone, Logan!" she screamed.
"Like hell," he gritted through bared teeth.
"I swear to God, in about two seconds I'm going to start screaming and the neighbors will call the police," she threatened, only half wondering if she meant it. She felt like screaming, but she for sure didn't want the police to come.
"Ain't happening darlin'. Scream all you want. Gibson and Julie are in Cozumel, and the Parkers are at the football game."
Lauren saw red and opened her mouth, inhaling a lungful of oxygen, and prepared to call his bluff and start screaming.
But she never got the chance.
He twisted her around until she was facing him, her feet dangling down between his boots, which were planted firmly and squarely on the ground. Just when she began to let out a scream, he slammed his mouth down on hers and any noise she might have made was stifled to a muffled screech.
His arms held her torso plastered against him, and beneath the kiss, he began a slow and steady growling noise that vibrated along Lauren's spine and landed with a punch of heated desire between her legs.
Before she could decide whether she wanted to pull away or fall into the kiss, he lifted his head from hers and glared down at her. "What the fuck's wrong?"
"Nothing!"
At her answer, his shoulders stiffened and his mouth flattened. "Don't give me that bullshit again. I'm not stupid. You're pissed about something and I want to know what it is."
She felt a streak of stubbornness invade her blood that she only ever experienced with him. "I'm not telling you anything. You don't care!"
He had the temerity to look affronted. "I don't care? What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"Exactly what I just said," she maintained, refusing to give in.
If he'd had any patience left at all, Lauren could see that it disappeared completely. "You've got three seconds to tell me what's wrong or you're going to have two choices. I'm either going to throw you in the pool so you can cool off, or I'm going to spank your little ass until you tell me what the fuck is wrong!" he roared.
Lauren began to breath so heavily she felt light-headed. And then he began counting.
"One." His lips flattened into a snarl. "Two--"
Son of a bitch, he wasn't kidding. Lauren didn't want to go in the water and she knew the bastard would drop her in. He wasn't bluffing. "My apartment lease is up for renewal," she screamed into his too-close face.
His brows came together in a frown and his jaw dropped as if he were floored. "What?"
"My apartment," she said, only a tad more calmly this time. "It's up for renewal."
"So?"
She glared at him. "So I guess I'll fucking renew it," she spit out, in a flurry of belligerence.
"Like hell you will," he snapped back.
"Why shouldn't I?" she challenged, put-out because it had come down to this.
"Because that would be stupid, that's why. You live here, with me," he said in a bold statement that was meant to draw a line and end the fight they were having.
Lauren contested that. "Do I?"
"Yes." His frustration was apparent as he stared down at her. But she was frustrated as well. "What do you think is going on here, exactly, between you and me?" he asked her in a low tone.
"I don't know." She shrugged her shoulders. "I'll have to think some more about the apartment."
"You'll think about it?" His hands tightened around her. "You want that spanking after all?"
"No, that's not what I want!"
"Well, what the fuck do you want?"
"Nothing!" She began wriggling to get away. "I don't want anything from you!" God, could she hear herself? Why had she let it go this far? She was so hurt that she was angry. So angry she could barely see straight.
As he stared at her in complete silence, his eyes searching hers, it suddenly all became too much and Lauren let her muscles relax as she slumped against him. She was horrified when tears came to her eyes. She balled her fist and hit him in the arm, with what little strength she had left. "I love you, damn it."