At least, it appeared not good for Indy.
Wel , the good news (for me) was, Eddie was on the phone instead of with Lee.
Then there came a knock at my window.
Everyone’s head swung around and, through my window, I saw a pair of narrow h*ps wearing jeans and a familiar silver belt buckle.
“Get out of the car, Jet,” Eddie said into my ear and then there was a disconnect.
My heart stopped. Unfortunately, I’m afraid, “holy shit” didn’t cover it.
Chapter Nine
For Me, If It Can Get Worse, It Will
“How’s it hangin’ boys?” Tex asked when he swung out of the car.
Al y got out too and left the driver’s side open. Her seat was pul ed forward, a man’s hand came in and grabbed mine and I was “helped” out of the car.
I no sooner got my sandals on the sidewalk when I was tugged forward by a fast walking, pissed off Eddie Chavez.
I passed a good looking black guy, lean, tal , with twists in his hair, looking at me with a grin on his face that went from ear to ear. I didn’t get time to say hel o as Eddie kept pul ing me along.
I looked over my shoulder. I don’t know why, maybe to shout “help”, and I saw that Lee was pul ing Indy in the opposite direction.
Wonderful. Now I’d got Indy in trouble.
Eddie stopped a couple houses down, turned and pul ed me around so his back was to everyone and he was in my way.
“What are you doing here?” we asked in unison.
Eddie took a step closer, eyes glittering.
“Me first,” he said, looking down on me.
“I was visiting some friends,” I answered and it wasn’t entirely a lie.
Eddie’s eyes narrowed.
“So, this doesn’t have anything to do with the fact that your Dad’s been spending the night here?” Eddie asked.
Dear Lord, how did he know that?
I decided not to ask and not to answer. Instead I thought maybe I should try being vague; I hadn’t tried that tactic before.
“Um…” I mumbled.
I saw his jaw clench and I was pretty sure he was about to yel .
Count vague out.
“It’s my Dad, Eddie,” I said quietly.
Then (I swear I couldn’t help it), tears fil ed my eyes.
Maybe I could have control ed myself, but Eddie’s hand wrapped around the back of my head and he pul ed my face into his chest.
He smel ed good, he felt hard and strong and, being held against his chest like that, I could pretend he was the only thing in the world. I felt safe, maybe for the first time in my life, definitely for the first time since I was fourteen. So, I grabbed onto the material of his t-shirt at his sides and let the tears flow.