After a few minutes I said, “I want you to tell me more.”
He was silent.
“Please. I know it’s hard but –” I went on.
“Later.”
“Promise?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay.”
His arms, already around me, tightened when I gave in.
I lay there, still, and thinking it was not that hard.
Chapter Twenty-One
Sometime Next Week
The knock came and although it didn’t take two people to open a door, Vance walked me to it his arm curled around my neck in a way that even I, with my significant lack of experience, knew was somewhat excessively proprietary. I had no choice but to wrap my arm around his waist or I would look awkward and be uncomfortable. Surprisingly the minute I did this I was comfortable, very comfortable.
This was not a bad thing just that I thought it was kind of in-your-face for Luke, considering.
Vance opened the door and stepped us both back, keeping me at his side while Luke came into the house. Luke looked at me then at Vance, his face blank. I held my breath.
“We good?” Vance asked.
Luke’s lips twitched. “Yeah,” he replied.
I blinked. Was that it?
Vance’s arm around my neck tightened and he curled me into his body so we were full frontal. When I looked up at him, he was grinning.
Well, I guessed that was it.
Guys were so weird.
Vance started talking. “Jules, be smart, watch Luke and do what he says. I don’t wanna have to come back down the mountain to sit in an ER waiting room.”
“Okay,” I said.
“No drug dealers tonight. Just business. Got me?” Vance went on.
Hmm.
Macho-speak.
I decided against answering and instead I just frowned.
“Got me?” he repeated.
Okay, so I had to answer and I did so snottily. “Are you aiming for our make-up to be the shortest in history or what?”
Vance grinned again, it was his turn not to answer and he did it better than me.
“I kid you not, Crowe, I’m working the King Sooper’s stores tomorrow. I’m gonna find me a checkout boy. Safe job, good insurance and he probably won’t tell me what to do.”