And, with relief, he could see the dented portable stereo that was threatening to split his eardrums. He strode over, switched it off, and almost shuddered at the sudden, exquisite silence.
"Keep your hands off my music," Savannah snapped.
"Obviously you didn't hear me come in."
"Obviously, I'm working." She tossed her brush into a jar of solution, chose another. "Take off."
His eyes lit, but he spoke with measured politeness. "Yes, I believe I will have a beer, thanks. Can I get you one?"
"I'm working," she repeated.
"So I see." Ignoring the curse she hurled at him, he leaned over her worktable.
The wicked queen was nearly finished, and her face was terrible in its beauty. Her body was long, elegant, draped in purple and ermine. Her golden crown was as sharp as blades and glittered with wicked-edged jewels. And in her narrow, regal hand, she held a vivid red apple.
"Gorgeous," Jared murmured. "Evil to the bone. Is this from 'Snow White'?"
"No, it's from the Three Stooges. You're in my light."
"Sorry." He shifted slightly, knowing it wasn't what she wanted.
"I can't work with an audience," she said between her teeth.
"I thought you used to paint on street corners."
"This is different."
"Savannah." Patient, he rubbed a slight red smudge from her cheek. "Did Rafe or Regan say something to upset you?"
"Why should they?"
"That's what I'd like to know."
"They were perfectly polite. Perfectly." When he only cocked a brow, she huffed out a breath. "I like your brother, I loved seeing the house. It was fascinating. And your sister-in-law's just adorable."
It was a woman thing, he realized, and took a cautious step back. "You've got a problem with Regan?"
"Who could have a problem with Regan? We just wouldn't work well together. And besides, I don't want my art in your office.''
"Oh? Why is that?"
"Because I don't. I had time to think about it, and I decided I'm not interested." She aimed a cool, level look at him. "All the way not interested, Jared. So beat it."
He moved fast. Lawyer suit notwithstanding, she should have expected him to move fast. He had her up from her stool, his hand clamped on her arm, before she could blink.
That didn't mean she couldn't speak.
"I've told you not to grab me unless I ask you to."
"Yeah, you've told me. You've told me a lot of things." For the hell of it, he took a firm hold on her other arm and watched her eyes flame. "Now why don't you tell me what's going on here?"
"I don't have to explain myself to you. You think because I let you kiss me a couple of times, I owe you? I've let plenty of men kiss me, Ace. And I don't owe anyone."
She'd aimed the arrow well. He felt it hit home, stunned by just how sharp the point was. "You owe me the courtesy of an explanation."
"Courtesy doesn't interest me."
"Fine." Then he wouldn't let it stop him. He yanked her close and crushed his mouth to hers in an angry, frustrated kiss.