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I didn’t know there was something to break, but I nodded anyway.
“Why?” he asked.
I was afraid he’d ask that. Mainly because I didn’t have an answer. At least not one that I’d share with him, or even one I fully understood myself anymore.
In the end, I did the only thing I could think to do.
I grasped at straws.
“I know you have a thing for Indy.”
Um…
Uh-oh.
I should have left it where it was.
His face wasn’t hard to read anymore, at all. His eyes were glittery and his jaw was clenched. He said some stuff in Spanish then reverted to English.
“You’re a piece of work. You’ll say anything to protect yourself, even when you don’t know what you’re protectin’ yourself from.”
“So, you’re saying you don’t have a thing for Indy?”
There was another jaw clench, but he spoke through it and through his teeth too. “No, I’m not sayin’ that. What I’m sayin’ is what I felt for Indy disappeared the minute you dropped those fuckin’ cups.”
My mouth fell open and I stared.
He went on, “It was obvious to everyone who watched our idiot dance. The only one it wasn’t obvious to wasyou.”
I didn’t have anything to say to that because he was right. Itwasn’tobvious to me. In fact, it was news to me, news I didn’t know how to cope with.
“Christ!” He tore his hand through his hair and then fell to his back. “I even know you’re worth it and I’m wondering if you’re worth it,” he muttered, and it was his turn to address the ceiling.
I lay there a moment and then, mindlessly, I got up and grabbed the T-shirt I slept in. I didn’t know where to go from there. I pulled it over my head and just got my arms through when I was tagged around the waist and pulled back into bed.
“What are you doin’?” he asked, again looming over me with me on my back.
“Getting up.”
“Why?”
I blinked. “You’re angry at me. I thought I’d go.”
His eyes narrowed. “Is this your new tactic, piss me off and I’ll let you go?”
It wasn’t, but it was a good tactic. I wished I’d thought of it. It was kind of the essence of the Bitch Strategy, but that was more to make him think I wasn’t worth the effort. Now that he thought he knew I was and he knew I couldn’t hold on to the Bitch Strategy for more than an hour and a half, I was looking for new ways to go.
He watched my face move with my thoughts and then he rolled over me. His hands went in the shirt and swept it off faster than it took me to put it on. He arched up and tossed it, far, far away from the bed. Definitely not in arm’s reach.
Then he came back to me, opened my legs and pulled them around his back.
Dear Lord.
“Eddie,” I said.
“I thought I wanted to hear what you had to say, but I prefer you bein’ secretive. Your friends and family will tell me all I need to know and it’ll be the truth.”
“Eddie,” I tried again.
