More Spanish.
He guessed the rest.
“Eddie…”
Final y, he said, “I’l ask Lee to tail you.”
“No! We think we have a lock on Dad and Lee’l scare him off.”
Lee’d scare anyone off, one look at us with Lee in charge, word would spread like wildfire and Dad would be gone.
“It’l be okay,” Eddie said.
“Anyone sees him with us…”
Eddie laughed softly but it was a serious laugh. “If Lee tails you, no one wil see him, not even you.” Somehow, that scared me more.
“I don’t think—” I started.
“Trust me, Chiquita.”
“I’m not sure—” I tried again.
“I want you to trust me and I’m askin’ you to do this for me. It’l give me peace of mind. I might have some shit goin’ down tonight. I don’t need to be worried about you.” My breath froze in my lungs.
This was a lot, trusting Eddie, doing something for Eddie and worrying about Eddie al at the same time.
I made a split-second decision.
“Cal Lee,” I gave in.
He talked in Spanish again, his voice now soft, I knew some of the words and they were sweet.
Then he said, “When you’re done, you’re comin’ to my place.”
He wasn’t asking.
“Yeah,” I said, feeling the warmth curling in my bel y, I couldn’t say anything else; I was in an Eddie Daze.
“Leave your sister with Tex.”
“Okay,” I was stil in The Daze.
“Be careful.”
“You too,” I said quietly, meaning both words and meaning them a lot.
He was silent for a beat and then he said, “This is the part that makes you worth it.”
I blinked again, not keeping up with him.
“Pardon?”
“You got two kinds of sweet and I like both of ‘em.” Then he disconnected.
Dear Lord.
Chapter Twenty