“I’m such an idiot,” I whispered.
Eric moved, stretching to lie by me ful out on the couch.
His arms moved around me to pul me ful frontal, his legs tangled with mine and I pressed my face into his chest.
After a few minutes of holding me, Eric asked, “You want me to take you back to him?”
I did.
I definitely did.
And I definitely knew that I’d been wrong about Eric.
He was a good guy.
A good guy I was using and another good guy I’d never have because I was thinking I was exactly as stupid as Preston Mason thought I was.
I answered, “Mace and I are over.”
Eric’s arms got tighter and his voice got lower and I could swear I heard a hint of anger when he asked, “What did Preston Mason do to you in that car?”
“Nothing.”
“Bul shit.”
I tipped my head back to look at him. “Seriously, Eric,” I lied through my teeth. “Nothing. We just talked.” At least that last part wasn’t a lie.
He wasn’t buying it. “Preston Mason doesn’t make a move without an ulterior motive. He didn’t kidnap you from a gig to have a chat.”
“I’m not saying it was a pleasant chat, I’m just saying he didn’t do anything to me.”
Eric’s brows drew together. “Stel a, you’re keepin’
something from me.”
“No, I’m not. You know I didn’t want to be back together with Mace. I just decided to make it clear,” I lied.
Yes, I lied.
Yes, again.
And no, I didn’t mind going to hel . It couldn’t be much worse than my life was at that very moment.
Eric watched me again. It did, of course, occur to me that he was a federal agent and likely could read the body language and facial expressions of much more accomplished liars than myself but at that moment I was too tired to care.
“I need to sleep,” I told him.
“You need to eat then you need to sleep,” Eric returned.
“I’m not hungry.”
He pushed up, rol ed over me, got to his feet and then pul ed me to mine.
“Then you get a bowl of cereal,” he decided.
“Eric.”
“No argument.S">“NoGy His voice was firm, so was his grip on my hand which led me straight to the kitchen.