Crapity, crap, crap, crap.
“Okay,” I said but I didn’t mean it.
“Yesterday –” he started.
Nope.
I wasn’t going to talk about that. I’d already talked about it as much as I was going to talk about it. “I don’t want to talk about yesterday,” I interrupted.
His other arm moved around me and his hand at my jaw slid into my hair to cup the back of my head. He brought me close so my body was pressed against his.
“We gotta talk about it.”
“We’ll talk about it later.” As in much later, a thousand years from now preferably.
“Babe, I kept what happened with Jules and me –”
I went stiff. “Jules and you and Roxie and you,” I corrected him.
His face went hard before he muttered, “Those f**kin’ women.”
“Someone had to tell me,” I shot back.
“I wanted to tell you,” he replied.
“Yeah? When?” I was beginning to get heated.
“When the time was right. Only so much someone can take, you’d had enough.”
“You said you were through talking.”
“Yeah, for then, not for eternity.”
“You didn’t say that.”
“I didn’t say we were never talkin’ again either.”
This was true.
Shit!
His face got softer and I knew that he knew he had me.
Shit again!
“Luke –”
“I don’t want to fight about this,” he said.
I glared because I was perfectly happy fighting about it.
He ignored my glare. “The point is how you responded.”
“I didn’t respond.”
“Yeah, that’s the point. You shut down, shut me out and then you made plans to take off.”
“What?” I asked.