“I’m not doing anything.”
“You standing there looking like you got something to say.”
I rubbed a hand over my face before she could accuse me of smiling. “Lee, what do you want from me?”
“I don’t know.”
“Yes, you do.”
“No, I don’t.”
“You do. You just don’t want to say it.”
She turned away from me. “You came over here to argue, you can leave.”
“I’m not arguing.”
“You been arguing since I opened the door.”
“Because you blocked me over some shit I didn’t even know I did.”
“You didn’t do anything.”
“Then stop treating me like I did.”
Lee turned back around. “Fine. You didn’t do anything. Happy?”
“No.”
“What else you want me to say?”
“The truth would be nice.”
She gave me a short laugh. “You sure about that?”
“Yeah.”
Lee looked at me for a long time. “I like you.”
I didn’t move. I’d known she liked me, or at least I thought I did. Hearing her finally say it plain was different.
“I like you a lot,” she added.
I took one step toward her before I could stop myself, and Lee immediately held up her hand.
“Don’t.”
“I’m not doing anything.”
“You moving.”
“I took one step.”
“One too many.”
I almost smiled, but the look she gave me told me not to push it.
“I like you,” she continued, “and that’s exactly why I keep telling you no.”