Me shot of him…
Absolutely not.
“You quit callin’,” he stated.
I finally moved, turning in my seat and keeping my eyes glued to his.
“You did too.”
“I was workin’,” he clipped.
I felt my eyebrows shoot up. “For weeks, without a moment to phone just to say hey?”
“For weeks, without a moment to phone and say hey,” he confirmed, his words still terse.
“Seriously?” I asked.
“Seriously,” he answered shortly and kept going. “Situation was not good. It was intense. And there were people there I did not know, I did not like, and I did not trust. No way in fuck I’m gonna take a call and expose shit to those fuckers. And no way I could take a call from you and not expose you mean somethin’ to me. Since I was with them practically twenty-four fuckin’ seven, I didn’t take a call and I didn’t make a call. Told you, I would not put you in danger. That world I live in, Cassidy, it does not exist for you and by that I mean you don’t know that world and that world does not know you.”
This made some sense, and some of it was very sweet.
However.
“So what’s that mean, Deacon?” I asked. “Incommunicado for weeks with no idea when that incommunicado will end?”
“Fuck no,” he returned. “It means you phone me so I know you’re good and you’re thinkin’ of me.”
Suddenly, I was over my shock he was there and this was because I was pissed.
“So I sit at home and give you that and I get nothing?” I pushed.
“You get knowin’ it’s good for me that I know I’m on your mind.”
I had to admit, that would be a nice thing to give.
But when there’s give, there should be get.
“And what do I get?”
“Woman, if you don’t already know that you’ve been on my mind every day for the last six years, I got no clue how to communicate that to you. Now that I’ve had you, that shit has not changed. It’s just got worse.”
My back straightened and I started glaring. “Worse?”
“Worse,” he confirmed on a downward jerk of his chin. “Now it’s not every day. It’s every hour. I don’t fight it, every minute. Fuck, every second, I don’t keep it in check. Every second, I’m thinkin’ of you, thinkin’ of gettin’ shit done, but only so I can get back to you.”
That was very, very sweet.
I was still pissed.
And this was because I got nothing from him, not one thing for a month!
“You didn’t tell me that, Deacon.”
“I fuckin’ did, Cassidy.”
“When?” I snapped.
He leaned toward me and shot back, “Every moment I was with you.”