Then his lips touched my neck and he said, “I wasn’t mad at you last night.”
“You sure seemed mad.”
“That wasn’t mad, that was frustrated.”
Dear Lord, if that wasn’t mad, I wasn’t sure I wanted to see mad.
His head came up and he looked at me in the dark.
“I don’t like Marcus,” he said.
“I think I got that.”
I could swear, even in the dark, I could see him smile.
“I also don’t like seein’ you with other guys.”
“I haven’t been with other guys.”
“Vance?”
Hmm.
“Mace?”
Wel , what could I say? That was a life or death situation.
“Hank?”
I didn’t real y have an excuse for that one.
“I’l try to do better,” I said.
“Try real hard.”
Eek.
Time for a new subject.
“Eddie?”
“Yeah?”
His arms tightened and I came closer. I slid my hands around his middle and put my head on his shoulder.
“Yesterday, nothing happened. No one shot at me and I didn’t wrestle with anyone and my stun gun stayed in my purse the whole day. Except for seeing Shirleen tel Darius to whack Vince, yesterday was a good day.” Eddie’s body grew stil when I talked about Shirleen and Darius.
“Don’t worry, I told Hank about it. He made some cal s,” I assured him.
“Lee told me last night. That why you left me a message?”
I nodded against his shoulder.
His body relaxed.
“I think we should celebrate,” I decided, lifting my head to look at him, “Not about Darius whacking Vince but for a day with no hair-raising experiences. I’l make you dinner tonight.”
He ran a hand through the side of my hair and then rested it against my neck.