I forked into a piece of kung pao shrimp and gave him what I knew he wanted, which was what I’d gleaned from a variety of phone calls I took while shopping.
Though it wasn’t much.
“No hack. Brody was affronted it was even suggested that could happen. But it hasn’t. The author’s website is registered to a non-existent address somewhere in bumfuck Wyoming. The name it’s registered under is not the author’s name, but it’s also a person who doesn’t exist.”
“Dead ends,” Ren murmured, sounding displeased.
“Sorry, honey,” I murmured back. His eyes caught mine and he nodded. “They’re widening the net,” I assured him.
He nodded again while turning his attention back to his plate.
I took a bite, swallowed and kept to our current theme of getting the bad out of the way by saying, “I got some more bad news today.”
His eyes came to me and, seriously, no joke, I could do nothing for a year but stare into those eyes and I’d be totally cool.
Maybe two years.
Or three.
“What?” he asked when I said nothing.
I stopped focusing on his eyes and focused on him.
“Called my landlord to check in. He’s letting me out of my lease, which is his nice way of saying he’s evicting me.”
The easy we’d fallen into being together together disintegrated when his anger hit the room with a heavy weight, and I felt my back straighten.
“Say that again,” he ordered.
“It’s okay, Ren. If you’re okay with me hanging here awhile, I’ll find a new place.”
“No, Ally, it isn’t f**kin’ okay. Everything you own is ash in an explosion that was not your responsibility. It had nothing to do with you and everything to do with a pot-addled moron in New Mexico you haven’t seen in two years. So it’s not okay that you pay further for that guy bein’ a moron. You’ve tolerated too many knocks in too short a period of time. Your landlord isn’t going to land another one.”
He reached to his champagne, threw some back and finished his alpha badass statement while placing the glass on the table.
“I’ll have a word with him. You’re good to stay here until they repair the damage.”
“Ren, I’m down with being let out of the lease.”
He again turned his gaze to me. “I’m not down with it. I’ll have a word.”
“But—”
“Ally, no.”
I waited for him to say more. But it seemed he figured, Ally, no, was the end of it, and I knew this because he resumed eating.
I took in a deep breath. Then I ate more shrimp. Then I took a sip of champagne. After that, I took another deep breath.
Nope.
None of that worked. I didn’t feel calm. I felt like mouthing off, being a smartass and making a massive point.
However, that was not an option open to me during a special dinner with my hot guy.
So I turned my eyes to Ren and did everything I could to break our pattern of fighting instead of conversing.
That was to say, I struggled to sound calm when I said, “It’s both cool and hot, this gig of you wanting to protect me and stick up for me. But I just want to make it clear right now, honey, that you don’t get to make and carry through decisions about my life without discussing them with me. And just to be crystal clear, discussing is a courtesy I extend to you. My life is my life, and in the end, I make the decisions.”