“Well, thank you,” I said coldly.
His arm came around my shoulders, he tucked me into his side and he kissed the side of my head.
Unbelievable.
Was the Ice Princess, like, invisible to these people?
“Yo!” Eddie called, the bartender trotted up and Eddie gave my shoulder an affectionate squeeze as indication I should give my order.
Apparently, she was.
Oh well, so be it.
I decided to skip the fancy stuff and ordered straight tequila shots.
What the heck.
Right?
* * * * *
“I can walk to the door,” I told Lee as he walked beside me up to Hector’s front door.
Lee looked down at me and smiled. “I know.”
I weaved a little bit.
Seriously, he had a great smile.
And, at that moment, I decided that he should be made aware of this fact.
“You know,” I informed him (yes, I was drunk or more drunk or, say, uber-drunk), “I don’t know if anyone’s ever told you this but you have a very handsome smile.”
He slung an arm around my shoulders (what was it with these guys and the arms around the shoulders, not that I was complaining, it was nice, but still, how touchy could you be?).
“It’s been mentioned,” he replied, his head coming up to look at the house and his chin gave a jerk.
My eyes followed his and I saw Hector standing inside his open front door. He was dressed, jeans, boots, white t-shirt under a buttoned-up but untucked flannel. The flannel was bunched up around the gun that was on his belt at the side of his hip.
I decided at that moment that Hector looked good wearing a gun.
Then again, Hector always looked good.
“Hi,” I called and waved to Hector as Lee and I walked up the front steps.
Hector just stared at me then his eyes cut to Lee.
It was then I realized Lee’s arm was still around me.
I looked up at Lee when we stopped in front of Hector and informed him helpfully, “You might want to take your arm away. Blanca tells me Hector doesn’t like men touching me.”
“Blanca told you that?” Lee asked, his smile (and arm) still firmly in place.
“Yes. She’s known Hector, like, his whole life so I think she’s in the position to know.”
Lee nodded, his smile somehow bigger like he was trying not to laugh then his eyes moved to Hector and he said, “I tried to stop it.”
Hector looked at Lee then looked at me then he muttered, “Oh f**k.”