Mitch shook his head and muttered, “Priceless.”
I pressed my lips together.
Mitch leaned in closer. “I broke through with him. He doesn’t trust anyone except you and I broke through. Then you broke that. You did that, Mara.”
“I’m sure you’ll break through again this weekend, Mitch,” I said softly.
“I’m not considerin’ Billy doesn’t give much of a shit who treats him right. What he does give a shit about is who treats his sister right and who treats you right and he thinks I walked away on Monday and left you to fend for yourself. And he might only be nine years old but he still knows exactly the load you took on takin’ on him and his sister. So now he thinks I’m a dick. And you did that.”
He was right. I did do that. Crap.
“I’ll explain things to him,” I assured.
“Right, bet you’ll be good at that since Billy’s more clued into what’s goin’ on than you are.”
My body stiffened and I whispered, “Can we not go there again?”
Mitch grew silent and he did this to study me again. Then he returned to his earlier theme and asked softly, “What kind of people are you, Mara?”
Mitch was using a soft voice. Mitch’s voice sounded nice soft. If Mitch talked to me soft for long, the jig would be up as in, I’d throw my arms around him and declare my undying love for him. Therefore I decided it was time to give him an answer.
“Not your kind, Mitch.”
His brows drew together and he asked, “What’s my kind?”
“Not my kind.”
“There it is,” he whispered.
“There what is?” I whispered back.
“I was wrong. When you’re in your head, it isn’t a decent place to be. It’s a twisted, f**ked up place to be but you’re so shit-scared to leave it, it’s the only place you’re willin’ to be.”
I put gentle pressure on my hands at his biceps before saying, “I know you’re smart and I know you’re a detective but I also know you don’t know everything. I especially know that you think you’ve figured me out but you don’t know everything about me.”
“Then prove me wrong,” he returned instantly.
“You don’t know it but you don’t want me to do that,” I advised.
“Why? Because you’re not my kind?”
I nodded.
“Then you’re wrong and I’m right. I do know everything about you. Because out here in the real world, there aren’t ‘kinds’ and only someone twisted and f**ked up or just plain stupid thinks there are. Since I don’t think you’re the last one that only means you’re the first two. But you waste your life thinking that way then you’re all three.”
With that infinitely successful verbal strike, he quickly let me go. I teetered as I turned and watched him walk out of the store. I did this with my nose stinging again but this time I wasn’t able to hold back the wetness that hit my eyes and my vision went blurry.
“You didn’t even get close to the Spring Deluxe!” I heard Mr. Pierson call after the door closed on Mitch.
I sucked in a shaky breath. Then to hide my tears, I called back without looking, “Mitch is set with his mattresses, Mr. Pierson!”
“Shame,” I heard Mr. Pierson mutter as a tear slid down my cheek.
It was. A crying shame.
Chapter Nine
I Could Work with This Mara