I jerked back, hitting the back of my skul on the bookshelf.
When I looked at Eddie, his head was no longer descending, his eyes were closed and I could tel his teeth were clenched again, but he didn’t move away.
“Jet?” Indy cal ed again. Then I heard her say, “Oops!
Gosh. Sorry.”
Gosh. Sorry.”
I got up on tiptoe and looked over Eddie’s shoulder and saw Indy and Lee standing at the end of the row.
Lee looked amused. I knew this because he was smiling so much he looked like he was about to burst out laughing.
“Sorry, I wouldn’t interrupt but your Dad’s here,” Indy said.
“Great!” I replied brightly, letting go of Eddie’s shirt and ducking under his arm. “Thanks.”
I got a step away when I was jerked back at the middle. I looked and saw that Eddie had hooked a finger in the belt loop at the back of my jeans.
“Hang on there, C hiquita, I’m comin’ with you. I have a few things I’d like to ask your Dad.”
I looked up to Eddie. I wasn’t sure I wanted Eddie talking to Dad. “He’s just here for donuts.”
Eddie’s eyes locked on mine. “I could eat a donut.” I knew he wasn’t talking about donuts; he was talking about giving my Dad the same kind of third degree he just gave me.
Eddie jerked again on my belt loop and my shoulder came into contact with his chest. Then he said in my ear,
“We aren’t done.”
Eek.
A shiver of electricity, starting at my ear, went through my whole body. I ignored it and ignored him.
We were so done. We had to be done. I didn’t have the energy for this, I didn’t have the time for this and anyway, if I went up in flames of passion, who was going to take care of Mom?
Indy and Lee were walking in front of us; Eddie was beside me, his finger stil hooked into my belt loop.
“I don’t wanna hear it,” Eddie said, apparently to Lee because Lee answered.
“Come on, tough it up. I had ten years. You’ve had, what?
Two months?”
Eddie didn’t respond.
Indy fel back a bit and into step beside me.
“What are they talking about?” I whispered to her.
“You don’t want to know,” she answered.
It was stil a coffee crush when we got to the front, but I saw Dad sitting on the back of one of the couches, eating a chocolate iced, custard fil ed donut and drinking a latte as if he didn’t have a care in the world.
The minute he saw me, he shouted, “Princess Jet!” Eddie stil had his finger in my belt loop so I couldn’t rush to Dad and warn him to flee.
Instead I just said, “Hey Dad.”
Dad looked to Eddie and saw Eddie’s hand behind my back