"For God's sake, all I asked for was a turkey club, a burger, a beer and coke. I didn't order a six course meal," Jacob barked to the lone star steakhouse hostess. "It's already been more than a half an hour!" The hostess's cherry-red mouth tightened. "It'll be right out, sir," "That's what you said the last four times," he grumbled, sinking back down onto the bench. He was as agitated as hell, his boot pounding a staccato rhythm on the floor. He covered his eyes with his hand, horrified at himself. He had never tried to intimidate a woman with his size and strength before. He had never needed to, but the resistance he sensed in Annie goaded him to keep pushing her, to break down her defenses. He couldn't seem to stop. It was like a bad dream. At this rate, his mate is giving him more hard time then he could imagined He would bring back her lunch and throw himself on her mercy. Apologize for being such a controlling asshole. He couldn't handle

Later, cuddled together in the sagging bed in the first roadside motel they found, Annie stretched and rested her head on his broad, warm chest. "I would never have pegged you as an architect, she said in a wondering voice. "That long hair ot yours." He gave her a guilty smile. "I thought it would ruin my bad-ass, biker dude image if I let on that I know how to iron a dress shirt. She laughed and reached for her glass, taking a lazy sip of champagne. "I thought you were going to ask me to be your biker babe, and ride off into the sunset with you on the back of your hog, although we are mate." He wrapped one of her curls around his finger  and stroked it against his cheek. "You do not have any idea what I 've been passing through without you,  all my thoughts was to make you mine completely when I finally found you. He kissed her hair and asked, "Would you have gone for it?"  "I think you could convince me to do just about anything," she