Ruthless Creatures by J.T. Geissinger

That makes me snort. “Not even close. His ego’s just
bruised.”
Kage sighs, stirring the hair on my neck. Clearly, he
doesn’t believe me.
“Also…” I cringe. “I might have…sort of…threatened to
shoot him.”
After a beat, Kage rears up to an elbow and says loudly,
“What the hell did he do? Did that fucker touch you? I’ll kill
him!”
His tone is murderous. I can’t help but find that romantic
in a twisted sort of way. “No, honey. He didn’t touch me.”
“What did he do, then?”
I think about it for a moment, then tell him the truth.
“Basically, he annoyed me.”
I can’t see his face, but I feel Kage frowning at me in the
dark. “You threatened to shoot a sheriff because he annoyed
you.”
It sounds bad when he says it. I get a little defensive. “He’s
been driving by my house at all hours of the day and night for
weeks—”
He growls, “Hold on. What?”
“See? Annoying. And he said some insulting things about
you, and about me, and wouldn’t leave when I asked him to,
and just overall acted like a prize-winning dick.”
Kage is silent for a while, simmering. “Thank you for
telling me. I’ll handle him.”
My eyes widen. “By ‘handle him,’ do you mean…”
“I mean your man will handle it. You don’t need to worry
about him bothering you anymore.”
With a grumble, he lays his head back on the pillow and
slides his arm underneath my neck. We lie in silence for a
while, until Kage’s breathing returns to normal.
Then I whisper, “Don’t hurt him, though. Okay?”