“You’re just trying to get ’round me now because I’m angry again.”

“I’ve always been able to get ’round you, darling, angry or not.” He nudged, and the gate opened smooth and silent. “Come in through the gate.”

She sniffled, wished for a tissue. “I don’t want to.”

“You’ll come in regardless,” he said, snatching her hand and yanking her through. “Now I’ve some things to say.”

“I’m not interested.” She shoved at the gate again, cursed violently when it didn’t budge.

“You’ll listen.” He turned her, trapped her, caught her hands before she could think of making fists out of them. “I don’t like what you did, or how you went about it. But your reasons for it soften that considerably.”

“I don’t care.”

“Stop being a twit.” When her mouth fell open, he lifted her a couple of inches off the ground. “I’ll get tough with you if I must. You know you like it when I do.”

“Why, you . . .”

When she fumbled for words, he nodded. “Ah, speechless, are you? It’s a refreshing change. I don’t need someone directing my life, but I don’t mind someone being part of the direction. I won’t be pushed or tricked or manipulated, and if you try, you’ll be sorry.”

“You’ll make me sorry?” she all but sputtered. “I’m already sorry I did the first thing to try—”

“Brenna.” He gave her a casual little shake that had her mouth dropping open again. “There are times you’re better off to just shut your mouth and listen. This is one of them. Now, as I was saying,” he went on while she blinked at him. “Being tricked is one thing, but surprised is another matter. And I’m thinking that, under it all, you wanted to surprise me with something, like a gift, and I threw it back at you. For that, Brenna, I’m sorry.”

The fear and sorrow were sliding away, but it was hard to resist grabbing onto the tail of them. “I don’t think a great deal of your apology, either.”

“Take it or leave it.”

“You’re awfully damn pushy yourself all of a sudden.”

“I’ve my limits, and you should know them well enough by this time. So . . . how much is Magee willing to pay me for the tune?”

“I didn’t ask,” she said stiffly.

“Ah, so you can keep your fingers out of some pies. It’s good to know.”

“You’re a hateful man. I told you it wasn’t about the money.” She pushed at him, and rather than humiliate herself with the bloody gate again, stomped down the path. “I don’t know how I could have been blind to that part of your nature all these years. How I could have thought myself in love with you, I’ll never know. The very idea of spending my life with the likes of you gives me a cold chill.”

He couldn’t stop the grin. It was so lovely to have all the parts of his life nicely in order again. “We’ll get to that in just a minute. It matters that it wasn’t about money, Brenna, matters that you weren’t thinking, ‘Well, if I’m going to be with this man he’d damn well better prove he’s man enough to make a living off his talents. And since he won’t, I will.’ ”