I had to find a way to go back.
He watched my face again and shook his head.
“Un-unh, Cariña, no retreat. You’re mine.” Then, he kissed me, his tongue slid inside my mouth at the same time he slid inside of me.
He started moving, his mouth went to my ear and into his I said, “I can’t do this, Eddie. I have things to do, I have to find another job… I have to…”
“Jet. Quiet.” he said, moving inside me, “We’l figure it out.”
My arms went around him and my h*ps started moving with his.
“You don’t understand,” I whispered.
“We’l figure it out,” he repeated.
“I can’t ask you to…” I started to say but his hand went between our bodies, his fingers pressed against me and my mouth stayed open but no sounds came out as electricity shot through me.
His mouth came to mine and against it he said, “We’l figure it out.”
Chapter Fourteen
Blanca’s Party
“Isn’t this exciting?”
Ada was sitting between Eddie and me in the truck and we were on the way to Blanca’s. Mom and Trixie were fol owing, it was easier for Mom to get in and out of Trixie’s car and her wheelchair was already safe in the trunk. Ada wanted to ride in the “fancy truck” and no one had the heart to refuse her. It took us three goes to shove her bony behind into the cab but we got her in and we al headed out.
So, there we were, a mini-convoy on the way to my doom.
I’d spent most of the day in Eddie’s bed, Eddie spent most of the day in me.
Around three o’clock, I caught sight of the clock and panicked.
I pul ed Eddie out of bed and nagged at him to shower.
Then I paced and texted Daisy as a response to her second phone message (the one left after the cal Eddie didn’t let me answer), setting a meeting with her the next day while he showered and dressed. He wore what I considered (in my limited experience) an Eddie dress-up outfit, black, light-weight, v-neck sweater over a white tshirt, jeans that were seriously faded (the only kind I think he owned) and his signature black cowboy boots and silver-buckled belt.
Then, I dragged him to Fresh & Wild so I could buy flowers for Blanca. I even wore my Smithie’s uniform, ignoring al the stares as I tramped through a swank Cherry Creek grocery store in my slut outfit.
Then we went to my house. I took a shower and began my herculean preparations. At the same time I made peanut butter cookies and smushed a big, old square of Hershey’s chocolate in them after they came out, hot and puffy, from the oven. I ran back and forth between the bathroom and the kitchen like a woman on fire.
Eddie hung out through al this activity, alternately watching a footbal game and watching me.
At one point, he strol ed into the kitchen and grabbed one of the cookies when I wasn’t paying attention and ate it in one bite then immediately reached for another one.
I smacked his hand.
“Those are for your mother.”
His arm wrapped around my waist and he pul ed me to him. “Trixie was wrong. Chocolate sheet cake bought you protection. Make these for me and I’l put a ring on your finger.”
Dear Lord.
Trixie and Mom came home, thankful y both already done up in new outfits they reported they’d picked up that day at TJ Maxx; hair and makeup at the ready.
I wasted precious time trying on seven hundred and fifty outfits for them while my ear was to the cel phone, describing every outfit to Al y for her opinion.
We settled on the green dress Trixie bought me for my birthday the year before. It had cap sleeves, a square neckline, a square cut at the back exposing my shoulder blades and the skirt came to a respectable brush-the-knee hem. Problem was, it was skintight. That was a con. The pro was, it went with Tod’s sexy green sandals. I had nothing else suitable and Mom, Trixie and Al y al approved so I went with it.