Shit.
I didn’t want Uncle Tex to have to answer uncomfortable questions.
“So, I’l move into the safe room until this is over,” I tried.
“Lee won’t let you.”
“Why not?”
“Because I won’t let him let you.”
I scowled at him some more.
Fucking Hank.
There was nothing for it. It was now or never.
“Okay then, I’m breaking up with you. Trust me, Hank, it’s for your own good. I know you don’t understand but one day, when you’re with a nice woman who makes you French toast with sweetened cream cheese spread in the middle, you wil .”
And I hope she’s boring, boring, boring. I thought but did not say, because it wasn’t nice and I didn’t real y mean it. I didn’t want Hank to have boring but, if I was honest with myself, I didn’t want him to forget me either.
I made this announcement on a wave of bravado and a seriously painful stomach clutch. In fact, I was almost certain I was going to vomit.
He shook his head and his smile didn’t change. Even though I was breaking up with him, he still was looking at me like I was cute and adorable.
“You’re not breakin’ up with me,” he said.
The nausea left me and I blinked at him. “I am,” I told him.
“You’re not.”
“Hank, I am.”
“Sunshine, you are not.”
“You can’t tel me I’m not breaking up with you when I’m breaking up with you!” I said, fairly loudly.
“I think I just did.”
I looked at the ceiling of the cab. “I do not believe this,” I told the ceiling.
There was just no shaking this guy!
Hank’s hand moved to my chin and he forced me to look at him. “Roxie, I have never met a woman more annoyingly stubborn than you.”
Wel !
He ignored my flashing eyes (and I was sure they were seriously flashing) and went on. “You’ve got some fool idea in your head that you’re protectin’ me and you’re fired up to keep it there.”
“It isn’t a fool idea.”
“It’s beyond a fool idea.”
Well!
Then he ignored my grinding teeth and his grin came back. “Lucky for you, I’m as patient as you are stubborn.”
“You’re not patient. You’re more stubborn than me.”