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“Yeah?” he said then he waited. “She’s fine. Call back later.” Then he flipped it shut without even saying good-bye.
I glared at him as he slid the phone onto the counter.
“Who was that?” I asked, and both his arms came around me.
“Ally, checkin’ in.”
“I would have liked to talk to her,” I said to him, my voice filled with attitude. An attitude I never knew I had before.
“I know,chiquita, you’re so scared of me, you’d talk to Ted Bundy if you thought he’d keep you out of my bed.”
“That’s not true!” I lied.
It wassotrue. Ted Bundy was gross, but he’d be interesting to talk to and I was in a serious Eek Moment at the thought of being back in Eddie’s bed, especially with Eddie in it.
“It’s true and it’s not gonna happen. I finally got almost an entire day where you don’t have to run around like a crazy woman, chargin’ through grocery stores or beggin’ bank tellers to stay open for you. And you don’t have to work. You’re mine all day and I have plans.”
Dear Lord.
Eddie had plans.
I felt my doo-da quiver.
“Eddie, I have to call my mom,” I told him. “Then I have to go get some flowers foryourmom. Then I have to make something, I don’t know, cookies, or a pie, so we don’t go to Blanca’s empty-handed. My mom would just die if we went to your mom’s without some sort of baked good. Then I have to…”
He picked up my phone and handed it to me then his arm went back around me.
“You have five minutes to call your mother,” he allowed.
My mouth dropped open. “Five minutes! What? Are you going to time me?”
“Yep,” he replied.
All right. So I’d programmed new friends in my phone and went ahead with this branding business without a fight. There was only so much a girl could take.
Maybe there was something between Eddie and me and maybe I’d be stupid not to explore it. But I had bad guys to track down. First and foremost, my fucking father. I couldn’t spend the day in Eddie’s bed.
At least, that was what I was telling myself was my excuse. Not that I was scared shitless of being bad in bed and disappointing him. Or worse, being truly happy for the first time in my life and having it not last.
I pulled out the glare again. It wasn’t working but I’d keep trying.
“You can’t make me go to bed with you,” I declared.
The dimple came out and one of his hands dipped down and went under my T-shirt, making a beeline for my breast while he returned, “Chiquita, I won’t have to make you.”
He cupped my breast and my lips parted when his warm hand held its weight.
Damn.
Damn, damn, damn.
“I really don’t like you,” I told him.
“Call your mom,” he said, his hand leaving my breast and trailing down my side to my back.
I called Trixie and shoved the entire bottom of the muffin in my mouth. Eddie didn’t let me go, but I heard him chuckle.
I continued with The Glare. It might not work, but it made me feel better.
