“Move your arm,” I demanded.
“Why didn’t you tel me you’d been shot?”
“Move your effing arm.”
The arm tightened and shook gently, shaking me gently with it.
“Answer my question,” Mace demanded.
“If you remember, you were a little busy. I was okay. No big deal.”
“Not fond of the idea of you calmly bleedin’ in the backseat of an SUV that I’m also in, Kitten. In fact, not fond of the idea of you bleedin’ at al .”
What he said shook me.
I had to ask again, what on earth was going on?
Nope, no, I didn’t care. Couldn’t care. I was over him.
Over. Him.
I shifted my focus. “Stop cal ing me Kitten.” He ignored me. “No tel in’ the way this is gonna go down.
You’re gonna have to get over your attitude and communicate with me.”
Erm, excuse me again?
“Get over my attitude?” I asked.
“Yeah.”
“Let me get this straight,” I started, my voice showing my barely control ed patience, no longer pushing against his arm, I rol ed toward him. He shifted. I fel to my back and he got up on his elbow. I glared up at him and tried to ignore how f**king gorgeous he was in the morning. His eyes alone were enough to make you want to wake up and face a new day. “A year ago…” it wasn’t a year ago, it was one year, three weeks and three days, not that I was counting,
“you broke up with me, walked out of my life. Now someone is shooting at me, using my band to get to you, kil ing people because of shit you’re involved in and you want me to ‘get over my attitude’?”
“Yeah,” he replied, unaffected by the damning statement I just made.
I got up on both my elbows, which brought me closer to him. He didn’t move.
Then I shouted, “You’ve lost your mind!”
“Calm down,” he ordered.
“Calm? Calm? I was shot last night!”
His jaw got tight. “I haven’t forgotten that, Kitten, in fact, that’s what we’re f**kin’ talkin’ about.” Then something else hit me, something important, something I wanted an answer to right away. “Why was I shot last night? Why am I involved at al ? We aren’t together. I’m not your woman. I’m not Indy to your Lee, Jet to your Eddie, Roxie to your –”
“Yeah, you are.”
My elbows went out from under me and I fel back to the bed. A weight hit my chest, it felt like it weighed a ton and it took my breath away.
Move! My brain demanded.
I rol ed and tried to escape. I had no idea where I was going but I was going there.
Mace’s arm grabbed me around the waist; he threw me back to the bed flat on my back. Before I could do a thing about it, he shifted, both his hands came either side of me, he did a semi-push up and landed on top of me but his weight was slightly skewed to my healthy side.
Okay, so maybe I wasn’t going “there”.