“Tex either.”
Good God.
“Hank, I said oh…kay. ”
“Promise me.”
Jeez!
“Hank!”
“Just do it, Sunshine.”
I sighed. He had gone round the bend.
“Okay, I promise.”
He stared at me a beat then he took in a breath. Then, his fingers slid into my hair on either side of my head and his fingers slid into my hair on either side of my head and he did a little shake. Pieces of straw came out, not a lot, four or five and I watched them float down.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered as I watched the straw settle on his tiled floor.
He used his hands on my head to tilt it up to face him. “I don’t want to hear you say you’re sorry again.” He didn’t say this nice or sweet. He said it angry.
I swal owed and stared.
Then I said, “Hank?”
His hands went to the sides of my neck. “You aren’t the cause of this, Flynn is. Got me?”
I nodded.
“I’m not angry at you. I’m just angry,” he said.
“Okay,” I said, for like the bil ionth time in the last five minutes.
He moved on to another subject and I had to admit, I was relieved.
“How’s your hand?”
“It hurts like a mother,” I told him.
I watched as his anger slid away and he smiled at me. I smiled back. We shared a moment of happiness at the thought of me getting my own back, even a little bit, with Bil y. His arms came around me and he pul ed me to him, his hands drifting down my back, fitting my body to his.
Shamus backed out from between us and sauntered to his doggie bed in the TV room. He was a smart dog; quickly learning the dril between Hank and me.
“How’s everything else?” Hank asked, his voice had changed, sounding slightly husky.
changed, sounding slightly husky.
I didn’t have to ask what he meant; his hands and tone were doing the talking.
I tilted my head back to look at him and slid my arms around his waist. “I’m fine.”
“You owe me,” he said.
I blinked at him then remembered.
“Oh. Yeah.”