“Why are you goin’ after Rosie?” he asked.
“Because he got me into this and I’m sick of dead bodies and bullets flying. Everyone I love is scared for me and Rosie’s the key. I’m gonna root him out, kick his ass and then things will get back to normal.”
I walked to the other side of the kitchen, slid the pie on the counter and grabbed a fork.
“What you mean is, you’re gonna get Tex to kick his ass,” Lee said.
I considered cutting a piece but decided against it. It was just Lee and me, no reason standing on ceremony. I dipped my finger into the cream and turned to Lee.
“I could take Rosie. No problem.” Then I stuck my finger in my mouth.
His eyes dropped to my mouth as I sucked my finger. I cocked my head and grinned at him. He one-upped me by gifting me with The Smile. The problem was, The Smile was not only amped up with a good deal of warmth and intimacy, it was mega-watt with the knowledge of the great sex that had gone before and the promise of what was to come.
My legs got a little weak.
“Last time you saw Rosie, he was waving a gun at you,” Lee pointed out.
“Tex has a gun.”
“Tex has a shotgun. Civilians with guns are a little scary. Civilians with guns they don’t know how to use are very scary. Toting around a shotgun is just nuts.”
I shrugged, jumped up, planted my ass on the counter, crossed my legs and took another sip of wine. Then I picked up the whole pie, took a moment to decide where to start and decided to start with the best part. I grabbed the fork and I dug straight into the middle.
After about four bites, I lifted my eyes to Lee. He was holding his wine and watching me, his bowl in the sink.
“What?” I asked.
“Are you upset about me bein’ late? You went out of your way with dinner.”
“Nope,” I replied.
“You lie as easy as you breathe, be honest.”
I stared at him.
“Why would I be upset? Do I seem upset? You said you’d call when you were on your way home. I know you’re busy and you have a lot on your plate. I planned dinner accordingly. Nothing’s going to spoil. Jeez, Lee. I may fib every once in awhile but only when it isn’t important. It’s just dinner, not missing a Led Zeppelin reunion.”
He took a sip of wine and kept watching me.
I scooped out a huge wodge of pie and turned the fork toward him.
“Want some?”
His face changed and he set the wine aside.
“Yeah,” he said, coming toward me.
Holy shit.
I was thinking he wasn’t talking about pie.
I wasn’t wrong.
He took the fork and tossed it into the pie. Then he took the pie and set it aside.
“I wasn’t done with that,” I said to him.
“You can go back to it later.”