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In a quiet voice, averyquiet voice (because I kinda hoped he wouldn’t hear me), I whispered, “You know it’s only ever been you.”
He heard me.
His body went still. Then his hand fisted in my hair and he tugged my head back. He kissed me, long and sweet, and when he was done, he tucked my face back into his neck.
I took in a deep breath and then let it out.
“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” he asked softly.
It was harder than hell. It was scary and it made me feel vulnerable.
Since I felt I’d done my sharing for the night, I stayed quiet.
Lee let me have my emotional space.
“Ally tried to take the earrings back to Tiffany’s. They refused the return. I’m not approaching Coxy, for various reasons. You’re stuck with them.”
“That’s okay,” I said. “I’ve decided to give them to charity.”
“Good plan,” he replied and then, “I was in the surveillance room and saw them come in. You thought they were from me.”
“Yeah.”
“You want anything, just say and we’ll get it. You can pick out what you want.”
I held my breath.
“Seriously?” I said when I let it out.
“I’m not gonna try to read your mind when there’s something you want. Just tell me and I’ll get it for you.”
Well, hell. That made things easy for him.
He didn’t have to ask clever questions, do any detective work, put any effort into it at all if I just told him what I wanted.
I decided to change the subject because that one very well might tick me off.
“What was Eddie so hot to see you about this morning?” I asked.
Lee rolled onto his back and I snuggled into his side, my cheek on his shoulder.
“Darius has some trouble.”
“What kind of trouble?”
“The kind Eddie can’t get involved with. He’s got some pressure from the Department about Darius. They don’t like the relationship and they want Darius out of commission.”
“Eddie won’t do it?”
“Eddie’s a Mexican American, family is all important. He thinks of Darius and me as brothers. It’s one of the reasons why he and I survived both of us being in love with you. Eddie would never take Darius down.”
I wrapped my arm around his waist.
“What happened to Darius?” I asked.
“After his father was killed, the life insurance covered funeral expenses and some bills. Not enough money comin’ in, standard of living crashed. All of a sudden, Darius and his mom were responsible for a house and Darius’s three younger sisters. It was hard, he was young. Darius was offered an easier path and he took it. No one would have guessed he’d make that choice, but after what happened to his father, Darius was one seriously pissed-off black man. He was lookin’ for trouble and found it.”
“Can he get out?”
