He listened without making a single noise but his body got more and more tense.
Then I told him about the kiss and he went total y stil .
“It was just… not what you think… it was, I don’t even know what it was. Mace told me not to say anything but—” Eddie interrupted me.
“Mace’s sister was murdered while Mace was forced to watch. Got her head blown off. Shot to the temple.” It was my turn to go total y stil while I felt my blood run cold.
Eddie went on, “Probably not fun to relive and probably worth a kiss from you when the ending was different.” I couldn’t help it, it was the flashbacks that kept entering my head, it was the ugly knowledge of why Mace was pissed off al the time, I burst into tears.
Eddie stroked my back and spoke softly to me in Spanish until, final y, I stopped crying and the adrenalin subsided. I started to get drowsy and snuggled deeper into him.
Right before I fel asleep, he said quietly, “Tomorrow, we need to have a chat.”
“I thought we were chatting,” I mumbled, half-asleep.
“This isn’t a lyin’-in-bed-naked-after-getting-a-gunshot-wound-to-the-head kind of chat. This is a wide-awake-and-listen-to-Eddie kind of chat.”
Dear Lord.
Not another one of those.
I suppose if I could survive being held at gunpoint, I could survive a listen-to-Eddie chat.
On that thought, I fel asleep.
Chapter Twenty-One
The G-word Turns into the W-word
(Um...Eek!)
The alarm went off, Eddie touched a button and rol ed into me.
I tensed, waiting for him to throw back the covers and drag me out of bed.
Instead he pul ed my back to his front and asked softly,
“How’s your head?”
I did a ful -body scan. My knees hurt, my head hurt and my entire body felt stiff. On the other hand, I was breathing and not locked in a scary, sideways refrigerator at the morgue so I figured I was feeling pretty good.
In answer I said, “I cannot believe I have to get shot for you to hit the snooze button.”
His body went stil .
“Can we make a deal?” he asked, his voice stil quiet.
I wasn’t awake enough to make a deal with Eddie but was also not feeling like arguing.
“Maybe,” I said, thinking that was a good compromise.
“The deal is that was the last joke we’l make about you gettin’ shot.”
My breath caught and I held it.
His lips came to my neck.
“Deal?” he asked.