“She’s asked the cousins, Indy and Lee, al of the Nightingales and Indy’s Dad.”
No.
No, no, no.
This was not happening.
“I’d love to come,” Trixie said.
“I’d be delighted. I never go anywhere,” Ada said.
Wonderful.
“I’l come by at 5:30, I’l take Ada and we’l fol ow you,” Trixie planned, talking to Eddie and Eddie nodded.
I got out of my chair again, this time, I had a valid excuse.
“I need to get ready for work.”
Without waiting for a reply, I walked to my room.
I was in my Smithie’s uniform, sitting on the bed and slipping on a pair of black pumps when a knock came at my door.
“Come in” I cal ed, thinking it was Mom or Trixie to give me another lecture.
Eddie walked in and closed the door.
Damn.
“I’m almost ready.”
I stood and grabbed my jeans jacket, pul ing it on.
Eddie watched me; shoulders against the door, arms crossed on his chest, eyes on my uniform. For the first time that night he looked unhappy.
“What?” I asked.
“I don’t like you working there,” he said.
I grabbed my purse, but he wasn’t done.
“And I really don’t like that outfit.” I sighed.
“I don’t have much of a choice,” I said, walking toward him. “Anyway, it doesn’t much matter if you like it or you don’t, it doesn’t have anything to do with you.” He was standing against the door and not moving.
“Can you get out of the way?” I asked, looking up at him.
I should have looked sooner. His eyes were glittery which meant he’d gone from unhappy to pissed off.
“I thought we’d been through this,” he commented, his voice scary quiet.
Uh-oh.
I decided to ignore it.
“I can’t be late for work.”
“I can see my plan isn’t working,” he replied, changing the subject.