Wonderful.
Wonderful.
I put my hands to my h*ps and glared at him.
“I have to go home.”
He didn’t move, didn’t speak, didn’t anything, just stared down at me with a set look.
I closed my eyes and took a mental breath.
“Do you know what I do for a living?” he asked.
I opened my eyes again so I could blink in confusion.
“Yeah. You’re a cop,” I answered.
“I’m a detective.”
“Okay,” I said. I didn’t know what else to say.
“Jet, my job is to put two and two together and make four.”
“And?” I asked, not knowing what he was on about and thinking this was a strange turn in the conversation.
His eyes got warm, his hand came up and he tucked some hair behind my ear. When he was done doing that, his hand curled around the side of my neck.
“I just made four,” he said quietly.
I couldn’t get caught up in Eddie, his warm, dark eyes, his quiet voice or the fact that he’d just figured me out. I’d think about it later. My life was in turmoil, I needed to focus and I couldn’t focus around Eddie. It was impossible.
“Eddie, I need to get home,” I told him in a voice that said I meant it.
He looked at me for a beat. Then his thumb came away from my neck and stroked my cheek and he said, “I’l take you home.”
He walked across the room, grabbed my shoes and brought them to me. I sat back down on the bed and silently brought them to me. I sat back down on the bed and silently put them on. I snagged my purse from the floor. Eddie walked me out the backdoor, helped me into his truck and took me home.
Chapter Five
I Couldn’t Buy a Break
(Even if I had the money)
I saw the wrecker hooking up to my car when Eddie drove into the parking lot at my apartment building. Eddie saw it too.
I jumped down from the truck, wincing as my stil angry feet protested and looked at the wrecker. Eddie walked around to my side of the truck, his eyes on the wrecker.
Smithie’s friend was doing the tow, looking like he was wearing the same pair of filthy blue coveral s as yesterday.
He saw me and gave a smal wave. I waved back.
“You know him?” Eddie asked.
“That’s my car. I’m having slight car problems.” Eddie’s eyes moved to me. “Slight car problems require a jump. Serious car problems require a tow,” he said.
I shrugged. I wasn’t going to argue about it. I’d probably lose mainly because he was right and I was trying not to think about what serious car problems would mean.
I walked to the building and turned to stop at the front door. “Thanks for bringing me home,” I said to Eddie, making it clear that the front door was as far as he was going to go.