“Honey, I –”
“Later, babe.”
“Ty, I –”
“Later, babe.”
Then he was gone.
Shit.
Shit, shit, f**king shit!
I dropped my phone hand and looked at Julius.
Then I whispered, “I shouldn’t have told him.”
Julius shook his head. “My woman got pulled over by some dirty, cracker cop who was f**kin’ with her, makin’ her look like you do right now, which means you’re feelin’ exactly what you look like you’re feelin’ right now, or worse, just so he could f**k with me, she didn’t tell me, I’d lose my f**kin’ mind.”
I nodded. This was good.
Then I asked, “Is he gonna lose his mind anyway?”
Julius held my eyes. Then he said, “Don’t know, baby doll. But do know, he does, he won’t lose it at you.”
“He’s got a lot to lose if he loses it with someone else,” I reminded him quietly, my voice trembling.
“He does, Lexie, but he’s a man and it’s his decision to lose it to make a point about someone f**kin’ with his woman. You just gotta let him make his decision then you gotta roll with it.”
It was then my whole body was trembling and it wasn’t the only thing. There was wet trembling at my eyes.
Then I was engulfed in a bear hug, Julius’s arms tight around me, Julius’s answers weighing on me.
I still didn’t know if I did the right thing.
I would find out later, after I pulled myself together, after Julius helped me bring up the groceries and put them away and after I’d calmed down over a beer that I didn’t.
Not at all.
* * * * *
Ty hit the backdoor and my eyes were already there because I’d heard the Cruiser pull in under the house.
I felt hope. He was home. Not in a jail cell with some dirty cop calling his parole officer to tell him to start the paperwork to send my man back to California.
I thought this was good.
The expression on his face said I was wrong.
I felt my face pale then I felt my breath stick in my throat when his eyes found me and his powerful arm slammed the door so hard the glass shook and it was a miracle it didn’t shatter.
Instantly, Julius saw it, felt it or both and he stepped toward Ty and whispered, “Walk.”
Ty didn’t take his eyes off me. His long legs took him to the island opposite me; he stopped and put his hands on top of it in a way that stated clearly he wanted to use his hands for something else.
The minute his hands hit counter, he announced, “Went to Tate.”
I nodded because I thought that was good. Tate was better than losing his mind on Rowdy Crabtree.