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I opened my eyes again so I could blink in confusion.
“Yeah. You’re a cop,” I answered.
“I’m a detective.”
“Okay,” I said. I didn’t know what else to say.
“Jet, my job is to put two and two together and make four.”
“And?” I asked, not knowing what he was talking about and thinking this was a strange turn in the conversation.
His eyes got warm, his hand came up and he tucked some hair behind my ear. When he was done doing that, his hand curled around the side of my neck where his thumb started stroking me.
“I just made four,” he said quietly.
I couldn’t get caught up in Eddie, his warm, dark eyes, his quiet voice or the fact that he’d just figured me out. I’d think about it later. My life was in turmoil, I needed to focus and I couldn’t focus around Eddie. It was impossible.
“Eddie, I need to get home,” I told him in a voice that said I meant it.
He looked at me for a beat. Then his thumb came away from my neck, stroked my cheek and he said, “I’ll take you home.”
He walked across the room, grabbed my shoes and brought them to me. I sat back down on the bed and silently put them on. I snagged my purse from the floor.
Eddie walked me out the back door, helped me into his truck and took me home.
FIVE
I COULDN’T BUY A BREAK
(EVEN IF I HAD THE MONEY)
Isaw the wrecker hooking up to my car when Eddie drove into the parking lot at my apartment building.
Eddie saw it too.
I jumped down from the truck, wincing as my still angry feet protested, and looked at the wrecker. Eddie walked around to my side of the truck, his eyes on the wrecker.
Smithie’s friend was doing the tow, looking like he was wearing the same pair of filthy blue coveralls as yesterday. He saw me and gave a small wave. I waved back.
“You know him?” Eddie asked.
“That’s my car. I’m having slight car problems.”
Eddie’s eyes moved to me. “Slight car problems require a jump. Serious car problems require a tow,” he said.
I shrugged. I wasn’t going to argue about it. I’d probably lose. Mainly because he was right and I was trying not to think about what serious car problems would mean.
I walked to the building and turned to stop at the front door.
“Thanks for bringing me home,” I said to Eddie, making it clear that the front door was as far as he was going to go.
He looked at the doors then at me. Then his mouth turned up a little at the corners and he shook his head.
“Just Jet, my ass,” he muttered.
“What?” I asked.
“Nothin’.”
