Eddie looked down at me.
“Shit works out in weird ways.” He touched his lips to mine then he lifted his head and said, “Two months ago, I couldn’t get you to look at me, now you’re livin’ with me.”
“Temporarily,” I said.
“Whatever, just as long as I get to make you sweet on a routine basis, I don’t give a f**k.”
My breath caught.
The doorbel rang.
“Pizza time!” I said a little loudly, considering his face was less than an inch away.
Eddie’s eyes lit, he smiled and then he kissed me, the smile stil on his face (I could feel it), making the pizza guy wait. Then he angled up and left me panting on the couch and thinking that, just as long as Eddie kissed me like that on a routine basis, I didn’t want anything to do with temporarily.
* * * * *
We both took off our boots and settled in for the night. We ate the pizza, Eddie drank a couple of beers and, as I’d already had over my alcohol quota for the day (and had to be prepared for whatever the evening would bring), I drank Diet Coke. We watched a game for awhile; me up against Eddie’s side with my bare feet tucked under me on the couch, Eddie’s feet were on the table.
It felt good. It felt nice. It felt so good and so nice that I could get used to it. I knew I shouldn’t but I decided just to go with it… for now.
It was when Eddie was clearing away the pizza box that my mobile rang.
It was Indy.
“Don’t talk, just listen,” she said.
Oh no. Here we go.
“Okay,” I replied.
“At around ten, Al y’s gonna come to the door. Eddie’l answer. You be in the bedroom. Leave a note for Eddie and crawl out the bedroom window. You don’t need anything, just your purse and you. We’ve got everything else covered.”
Dear Lord. This did not sound like a good escape plan.
In fact, it sounded like a terrible, amateur escape plan that Eddie would total y figure out.
I heard Eddie walk back in the room.
I looked at the time on the DVD player. It was just after nine.
“Do you understand?” Indy asked.
“Yep,” I said.
“Ten o’clock, bedroom window. See you then.”
“Sure,” I said.
She disconnected, I flipped the phone shut and put it on the coffee table.
“Everything okay?” Eddie asked.
“Yeah,” I lied, trying not to hyperventilate.
“You sure?” Eddie was standing by the couch.
I looked up and gave him a bright, false smile.