Eddie was smiling flat out but also shaking his head.
“Later, chica.”
“Indy, get to the f**king car,” Lee repeated.
“All right, jeez. I’m going,” I muttered and turned to the door then mumbled under my breath, “So damn bossy.”
* * * * *
Lee drove us home in his Crossfire.
He was silent.
I was silent.
I was feeling a good deal of relief. There was the distinct possibility that my life was going to go back to normal. I’d never been a fan of normal, in fact, I avoided it at all costs, but now it sounded really good to me.
I kind of wanted to ask Lee if it was truly all over but I could tell Lee didn’t feel in the mood to talk. I could tell this because there were scary “not now” vibes bouncing around inside the car so I figured later would be better.
He parked behind my, now our duplex and I didn’t see any flashing lights or hear anyone running around or shouting so I figured the whole exploding car thing had been cleaned up and life was back to normal on Bayaud Avenue.
We walked in, Lee locking the door behind us, me flipping on the kitchen light.
I turned to him.
“You want a beer?” I asked.
He tossed his car keys on the kitchen counter and looked at me.
“What did you just say?” he asked quietly, face a little scary.
Um.
Uh-oh.
“Um… I asked if you wanted a beer.”
“That’s what I thought you said.”
I decided maybe it was time to go back to silence.
He watched me for awhile.
Then he said, “You left the house, where you were safe, and got yourself kidnapped. Again.”
I gave a little wince. “Yeah… well –”
He interrupted me. “My boys were busy, you’re f**king lucky Darius came to watch the house or who knows what the f**k would have happened.”
“I realize it was kind of an idiotic thing to do,” I admitted.
“Kind of?”
Jeez.
“Okay, it was a really idiotic thing to do… but –”
“Indy, for Christ’s sake!” Lee exploded, body tight, face beyond a little scary straight to semi-demented.