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table.
    “What drinks can I get you both?”
    “Coffee please,” I say.
    “Make that two,” Drake adds.
    Marg gives me one last look before she scuttles back behind the counter to give the greasy looking cook our order and makes a fresh pot of coffee.
    “Sorry about that, I just had to speak with an old friend,” Drake says, pulling me back to him.
    After Marg’s warning the whole place around me feels more dark and dirty. Drake looks darker. Since I’ve known him I felt a sense of danger around him, but because it wasn’t directed towards me I didn’t think twice about it. I put it down to his confidence and not worrying about what people think of him. It is what drew me to him in the first place, apart from his very good looks. Now, I’m starting to think there is much more to Drake Deveroux than I originally thought.
    “What did she say while I was gone?” he asks.
    “Nothing,” I burst out.
    My reply is too fast and even to my ears sounds like a lie.
    “The only thing I need from you apart from you, is you not to lie to me. I have enough with back stabbers, I can’t deal if you lie to me too.”
    “Fair enough,” I sigh, “But, when I tell you things I need to know you won’t do something if I tell you I’m okay even if you think I’m not,” I add, remembering Marg fearing he will cut her out of his life.
    I may not have liked her interference but she seems important to Drake and I don’t want him losing her because of me tattling on her when she was trying to look out for him.
    “Okay,” he answers, looking confused by my request.
    “And I think when we get back to your place you need to tell me more about yourself,” I add.
    “What did she say to you?”
    He is getting upset, the reverse of the anger I expected from the way Marg was talking.
    “She just wanted to make sure I wasn’t using you to keep myself out of trouble. That me staying with you will make you more dangerous because you have me to protect and how everyone will know we’re together by the time we leave here.”
    I want to ask all my questions here and now, but from the way his leg is bouncing up and down under the table and his finger is tapping the table top I can wait till we get back to his place.
    While I wait for him to speak, I see control covering his face but underneath I think I see pain.
    “I haven’t lied to you once, the first night I met you properly I told you I was fresh out of prison and I also told you I wasn’t a good person. You stayed knowing that, are you going to stay long enough to hear me out now you’ve got God knows what running through your head?” he asks.
    “As long as you’re honest with me, I will.”
    Relief washes over him and his head snaps to Marg who is making her way over with our drinks.
    I reach across the table and put my hand over his, stopping his fingers from the constant tapping.
    “Remember, I’m fine with her so you don’t need to say anything,” I remind him, knowing what he gets like when someone gets on the wrong side of me.
    “Here’s your coffees,” she smiles, placing them in front of us.
    “Have you been by to see your mum yet?” she asks him.
    He quickly looks at me when my ears prick up at the mention of his family.
    I remember him telling my mother that he visits his mum every week when he is home.
    “Not yet,” he says curtly, not looking at her.
    “They’ve cleaned the place up, it’s about time they did…”
    “I’ll stop by later,” he cuts her off.
    She senses the tension coiling off of him and shoots me a knowing look before leaving us.
    “I know you’re dying to ask me everything, let’s eat then I’ll take you on a trip down the Deveroux life story road, okay?”
    I get that he doesn’t want to talk about his personal life in here so I smile and add sugar to my coffee.
     
    I wasn’t expecting to be standing at a graveside today or anytime soon, but as the sun tried to peek around a cloud and shine down on our part of the world