“You did good today,” he said quietly.
“Thank you,” I replied.
“I’ll call if I hear they picked up Ricky or Harvey before I come over tonight.”
“That would be nice.”
“Sadie?”
“What?”
“You with me?”
I blinked in confusion and said, “Yes.” And I was, wasn’t I? I was standing in his arms for goodness sake.
“This is Sadie?” Hector went on.
I blinked again. “Yes.”
“My Sadie?” he kept at it.
This time I blinked for a different reason.
His Sadie? Was there a Hector’s Sadie? Was I Hector’s Sadie? Did Hector think I was his Sadie?
Oh… my… God.
Before I could process what he said or get close to processing what that meant, I watched him smile then he bent his head and kissed my lips.
“Yeah,” he said, his face an inch away. “It’s my Sadie.”
“What are you talking about?” I breathed.
“I thought she slipped away. You were acting like Stepford Sadie.”
“Stepford Sadie?”
He kept smiling. “Yeah.”
My back went straight and my confused stare turned into an annoyed stare.
I mean, really! Stepford Sadie?
“I’m not Stepford Sadie. I’m Ice Princess Sadie,” I informed him because, well, he should get it right!
“Whatever. Just as long as she’s gone,” he muttered, touched his mouth to mine again then he was gone.
I stared at the door as it swished closed behind him.
In a flash, Ralphie was by my side. “He… is… lush,” Ralphie breathed. “I wanna take a bite outta him. Dee-licious.”
I decided immediately I didn’t want to talk about Hector being lush and I definitely didn’t want to talk about taking a bite out of him.
“My life is out-of-control,” I told the door.
Without hesitation Ralphie did the same move Hector had that morning, except different, less possessive and protective, just as sweet. His arm went around my shoulders and he pulled me into his side and partially to his front.
“Sweets? My advice?” he asked.