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that. Every word I say puts me in danger of getting too close and he needs to stay at an arm’s length. I don’t want to feel foolish or let my guard down. As long as I stay in control, I can maintain the upper hand and I need that. No matter how different he seems. “Never mind…you just seem different, is all. I don’t know how to handle you.”
“Handle me?” he says with a chuckle. “Why would you handle me at all?”
“Nothing. It was stupid. Just forget it.”
“It’s forgotten.”
I open my mouth and snap it shut. That was easy. Too easy.
With our eyes locked he says, “How did it happen?”
“How did what happen?” I’m caught off guard and I don’t even know what we’re talking about anymore.
“Mona. How did she die?”
His hands are on mine now and I can’t say when he put them there. He has me completely unwound, just with his warm, soft tone. I shy away, pulling from his touch, no matter how nice it feels.
“I don’t want to talk about it. Besides, the cops wouldn’t tell me anything, only that whoever shot her is dead.”
“But there’s more to it than that, isn’t there?”
“Why would you say that?” I ask.
“Because your uncle is in the next room with a bullet to the gut.”
“Yeah…well.”
“So I think if there’s more to share, you might want to let me in. I took a risk letting you in last night. You owe me that much.”
“I don’t owe you anything and if you want us gone, I can make that happen.” I try to stand and he doesn’t resist. The ottoman slides back a foot, rolling across the faux wood flooring.
He waves to the door leading to the staircase. “Then, please, by all means.”
I glare at him. He knows very well I can’t take off with Mickey like he is. I hate that I need him and I hate it even more that he knows it. Smug bastard. Here I am again, needing someone. Depending on someone and there’s not a goddamn thing I can do about it. I wish I could take it out on him—beat him senseless with my fists and scream in his face. Anything to get rid of my building frustration.
But I know it would be misplaced. He doesn’t deserve my anger. If only he weren’t being so fucking nice to me. Be a dick! I can handle dicks. I know how to treat them, but he…he has me spinning.
Of course, I don’t tell him that.
“Whatever,” is the stupid response I come up with instead as I sit my ass back down. “I don’t know why Carrie thought it was such a good idea to come here.”
He frowns. “She didn’t think it was a good idea. You told her ‘no hospital’, remember? Or did you conveniently forget that?”
“You’re a fucking asshole,” I say, folding my arms across my chest and turning away.
“An asshole who saved your uncle’s life.” He groans in frustration, making me turn to glare at him.
“And do you realize how much you swear?” he adds. “I mean, I’m a Marine, but you and your aunt could put my unit to shame.”
I take a deep breath and try to calm myself. Getting pissed off and lashing out isn’t going to do either of us any good and as much as I hate to admit it, I really need him right now and he really doesn’t need me. That’s the crux of this situation and it’s one I have a hard time swallowing. I could just hear my aunt if she were here right now. “Eat crow and like it, kid. If that’s what you gotta do to save your ass, then that’s what you gotta do.” But crow tastes like fucking shit.
I take a deep breath to calm my nerves. “The problem I have with all of this is that neither of them has mentioned you before.”
“I’ve been away a long time. And I would wager that you don’t know as much about your friend as you think you do.”
“Does a person ever really know anybody?” This fact has only been made clearer with my aunt’s death. I feel like I didn’t know her at all.
“I thought Carrie was exaggerating when she said you have trust issues.”
I point to the bedroom Mickey lays in. “I
“Handle me?” he says with a chuckle. “Why would you handle me at all?”
“Nothing. It was stupid. Just forget it.”
“It’s forgotten.”
I open my mouth and snap it shut. That was easy. Too easy.
With our eyes locked he says, “How did it happen?”
“How did what happen?” I’m caught off guard and I don’t even know what we’re talking about anymore.
“Mona. How did she die?”
His hands are on mine now and I can’t say when he put them there. He has me completely unwound, just with his warm, soft tone. I shy away, pulling from his touch, no matter how nice it feels.
“I don’t want to talk about it. Besides, the cops wouldn’t tell me anything, only that whoever shot her is dead.”
“But there’s more to it than that, isn’t there?”
“Why would you say that?” I ask.
“Because your uncle is in the next room with a bullet to the gut.”
“Yeah…well.”
“So I think if there’s more to share, you might want to let me in. I took a risk letting you in last night. You owe me that much.”
“I don’t owe you anything and if you want us gone, I can make that happen.” I try to stand and he doesn’t resist. The ottoman slides back a foot, rolling across the faux wood flooring.
He waves to the door leading to the staircase. “Then, please, by all means.”
I glare at him. He knows very well I can’t take off with Mickey like he is. I hate that I need him and I hate it even more that he knows it. Smug bastard. Here I am again, needing someone. Depending on someone and there’s not a goddamn thing I can do about it. I wish I could take it out on him—beat him senseless with my fists and scream in his face. Anything to get rid of my building frustration.
But I know it would be misplaced. He doesn’t deserve my anger. If only he weren’t being so fucking nice to me. Be a dick! I can handle dicks. I know how to treat them, but he…he has me spinning.
Of course, I don’t tell him that.
“Whatever,” is the stupid response I come up with instead as I sit my ass back down. “I don’t know why Carrie thought it was such a good idea to come here.”
He frowns. “She didn’t think it was a good idea. You told her ‘no hospital’, remember? Or did you conveniently forget that?”
“You’re a fucking asshole,” I say, folding my arms across my chest and turning away.
“An asshole who saved your uncle’s life.” He groans in frustration, making me turn to glare at him.
“And do you realize how much you swear?” he adds. “I mean, I’m a Marine, but you and your aunt could put my unit to shame.”
I take a deep breath and try to calm myself. Getting pissed off and lashing out isn’t going to do either of us any good and as much as I hate to admit it, I really need him right now and he really doesn’t need me. That’s the crux of this situation and it’s one I have a hard time swallowing. I could just hear my aunt if she were here right now. “Eat crow and like it, kid. If that’s what you gotta do to save your ass, then that’s what you gotta do.” But crow tastes like fucking shit.
I take a deep breath to calm my nerves. “The problem I have with all of this is that neither of them has mentioned you before.”
“I’ve been away a long time. And I would wager that you don’t know as much about your friend as you think you do.”
“Does a person ever really know anybody?” This fact has only been made clearer with my aunt’s death. I feel like I didn’t know her at all.
“I thought Carrie was exaggerating when she said you have trust issues.”
I point to the bedroom Mickey lays in. “I
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