“You didn’t work with him, you didn’t even know what he was about. The only thing you did was fal in love with an ass**le. He lied to you and you believed him because you loved him. It’s easier for other people to see what kind of guy he was. They didn’t care about him, they only cared about you. You haven’t lived a life of crime, you just lived with a criminal who lied to you about who he was. Al this time, you’ve been living a normal life, Roxie. You aren’t to blame for letting the wrong guy into your heart.” I didn’t say anything because there was nothing to say.
Except he was wrong.
He just didn’t get it.
I didn’t want a cop boyfriend who was forced to run checks on my old leases and phone bil s to track down an ex-lover on the run. It was humiliating, pure and simple.
When I was silent, Hank kept talking.
“Roxie, it would be different if you let him stay in your heart. But you didn’t do that. Eddie told me that you tried to turn him out years ago. You were a woman alone doing the best she could, but, Sweetheart, you’re not alone now.”
“I don’t want to talk about this anymore,” I said, and al of a sudden I didn’t. Not that I wanted to talk about it before, just that, since we were, I didn’t want to do it anymore. I was exhausted; it felt like I’d run a hundred miles without even an energy bar to see me through.
His hands moved to stroke my back. “Al right, Sunshine, we won’t talk about it anymore.”
His fingers trailed soothingly up and down my back.
Honestly, it was too much. I couldn’t cope.
He was such a good guy and there just seemed nothing I could say to get him to back off and leave me be.
It didn’t matter that I didn’t actual y want him to back off and leave me be.
It was about me caring about him so much that I wanted him to have something better than me.
I prepared to move. “I think I need to be alone. I’m going to go sleep on the couch.”
His fingers stopped moving and his hands pressed against my back.
“No you aren’t.”
“Please, Hank. I need to be alone. I have to think.”
“That’s the last thing you have to do.”
“Real y Hank –”
“Quiet, go to sleep.”
“Seriously.”
“Roxie, quiet.”
“Oh for God’s sake,” I snapped.
I lay there, angry, or trying to convince myself I was angry.
What I did know was that my body was wound up and tense.
Hank just kept his arms around me and kept his silence.
Then, I spent some time trying not to think, but everything he said was tumbling around in my head, al I could do was think.
Through this, Hank kept his arms around me and kept his silence.
Then, when I stopped trying to stop thinking, I stopped thinking altogether and fel asleep.
Hank’s arms were stil around me.