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I opened my mouth, but he got there before me.
“And I’ll remind you, the first time you laid eyes on me, I’d just pulled a pedophile off you after he’d grabbed you and yanked you in his house. So be pissed and get over it. I knew you were the one, I also knew you were into some crazy shit, so I took precautions.”
My breath regulated.
Because, okay.
Honestly?
I couldn’t get ticked about that.
“Do you have a tracker on your car?” I queried.
“Yes, and my phone is tracked. Fuck, Lee would have chips embedded in our skin if he thought that extra measure of caution would save our asses if we had trouble.”
The perfect segue.
“We need to talk more fully about what you do.”
He shook his head and stood. “You’re not gonna hijack our discussion with one about my job. You don’t get to play the worry card right now.”
“I actually wasn’t worried.” I thought about that and amended, “I was only slightly worried. You have it going on. I still want to understand what your job entails.”
“Great, we’ll talk about it after I fuck you in the morning, but now, Raye, I need assurances you get me. I don’t wanna relive the last hour, dragging Brody in, putting Liam and Knox on call they might have to move out. Not ever again.”
Shit, I’d blown it twice that night.
“I messed up,” I admitted (or, repeated, though I wasn’t going to point that out). “It won’t happen again. You have my assurances. And anyway, we’re definitely out now. We believe we’ve identified a major player. We’ll feed it into the pipeline, then we’re pulling back.”
Cap made no reply.
“Do you need to call Liam and Knox and tell them they can stand down?”
“I did that when I saw your car was headed home.”
“Are you still mad at me?”
“No.”
Well.
Look at us.
It was iffy there for a bit, but we got through that without too much drama.
So I asked, “Can we go to bed now? I’m in a bad mood.”
“You’re in a bad mood?”
“Yeah. The Angels are out on this sitch, which means we have to wait and hope. And it’s less of a crushing bummer to know those women are experiencing whatever they’re experiencing and lost to the people who care about them when you’re trying to do something about it. As you know I know all too well, waiting and hoping sucks.”
“You’re in a bad mood,” he repeated, but it wasn’t a question this time.
“Well…yeah. Because, again, waiting and hoping sucks. Though, since you’re action man, and you probably don’t experience it often, barring tonight, perhaps I should stress, waiting and hoping really, really,reallysucks.”
“You’re in a bad mood,” he said yet again, but this time explained why he was doing it. “And you didn’t get up in my shit when I confronted you.”
Ah.
