“Just answer the question,” I snapped.
“Okay, girlie, keep your pants on.” Tod went into assessment mode, looking me up and down. “Very cute pants. You know I’m not fond of flip flops but they work. Pretty bra but I only say that because I can see every inch of it. Normally, my motto is, if you got it, flaunt it, but with your bazungas, you really got it. You in that top and bra might cause traffic collisions. Are you prepared to live with that on your conscience?”
Great.
I avoided looking at Lee and turned in a huff and headed to the stairs. “Fine. I’ll change. I wouldn’t want to cause bodily harm.”
I went back upstairs, changed the track bottoms for jeans, put on a fitted, plaid, cuffed-short-sleeved, Western Style shirt with pearl snap buttons up the front and on the two breast pockets and switched out the red flip flops for brown leather ones and stomped back down the stairs and into the kitchen.
Tod was now sitting with the boys at the table, enjoying his coffee, Chowleena lying beside him on the floor. Chowleena followed me into the kitchen and I threw her a biscuit for her show of camaraderie.
“We girls have to stick together,” I told her as I rifled through my junk drawer looking for my crazy, thick-gold-Elvis-framed sunglasses that would be kickass with my shirt.
I found them as Lee walked into the kitchen. I threw him a glance that would pulverize rock and slid my glasses into the mess of hair on my head.
“Later,” I said, intending to walk right by him.
He stepped in front of me, advanced and backed me into the corner next to the fridge, by the coffeepot, a corner that you couldn’t see from the dining room.
“We haven’t talked about the second thing you forgot,” he said to me, his hands settling on the counter on either side of me.
Ignoring his fencing me in, I planted my hands on my hips. “And what’s that?”
His arms wrapped around me and kissed me.
After he finished, trying to recover from the kiss and not let it show, I said, “Move back.”
“You’re pissed,” he stated the obvious.
“Damn straight,” I said.
“We’ll talk about it tonight.”
“No we won’t, tonight is girl’s night out. I’m busy.”
“I’ll come and get you for lunch.”
“No lunch, no dinner, no tonight, today, you and me, we’re on a break. No talking, no seeing, no nothing. Maybe, if I’ve cooled down, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Indy, you can have space today but you’re in my bed tonight.”
“I don’t think so.”
“I’ll be here tonight when you get home.”
“I’m not coming home.”
His eyes got kind of scary and he leaned into me a bit. Considering he was pretty damn close to me, leaning in was seriously invasive.
“Honey, you forget, part of my job is findin’ people. Do you think you can hide from me?”
No, I didn’t think I could hide from him, but I was going to try.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” I repeated, shoved through his arms, huffed through the living room giving a wave and a farewell to Eddie and Tod, who both wisely kept quiet, and soared on my anger all the way down the block towards Fortnum’s.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Friendly Neighborhood Serial Killer