I went into the bathroom and got my face soap, he could keep the goddamn toothbrush, and saw that Lee was leaning against the doorjamb when I walked back into the room.
“Ready?” he asked, his face stony.
“Damn straight,” I answered, stalking to my bag and pushing stuff into it, zipping it with a vicious tug. “You’re a crazy man. You’re nuts. You and Tex should form a club. After years and years, you think you can crook your finger and I’d come running, no questions asked. I just wanted to talk! I wasn’t asking for an act of devotion akin to wrestling a tiger.” Some of my stuff poked out of the bag and I jammed it in and carried on with my rant. “Getting me all hot and bothered, twice…” I stopped and held up two fingers at him as he stood in the doorway, then I went back to my bag, lugged it up and looped the strap over my shoulder. “Then walking off leaving me that way. I’m more trouble than I’m worth? Ha!”
I grabbed my handbag and stomped toward him, with the intention of going right by him.
“Don’t bother taking me home. I’ll call a taxi. I’ll call Ally. I’ll call my Dad. No more favors from you!”
I had made it to him and said (maybe yelled) the last bit up on my toes and leaning into his face.
When I was done ranting, he stood in the doorway and I stood in front of him, too close for comfort. I was still crying and I was sure my face was red and wet with angry tears.
“Get out of my way,” I demanded.
He didn’t move.
“I said, get out of my way!” I shouted.
“Why are you crying?” he asked conversationally.
“Because you piss me off.”
“You’re crying because you’re angry?”
“Seems like it, now get out of my way.”
Quick as a flash, he grabbed my purse and threw it across the room.
I watched it sail, land in the armchair again and then I turned back to him, eyes wide.
“What the –” I started.
He pulled the bag off my arm and also threw that across the room. It landed on the floor with a soft “phunf” a foot away from the armchair.
I watched it go and then turned back to him. Words escaped me, so I just stared.
His hands came up to my face, his thumbs running along the tears on my cheeks.
“Stop crying,” he demanded.
My mouth dropped open.
“You can’t just tell me to stop crying,” I informed him.
“How hot and bothered were you?” he asked.
That was the time to try my “knee him in the balls” maneuver, I was pretty much sure of it.
“Get out of my way,” I jerked my face out of his hands and started to walk back to my bags.
He stopped me with a hand on my arm and swung me around.
“Quit it!” I yelled as he pulled me to him. His face was no longer blank and stony, it was soft again and I was pretty certain he was a raving lunatic.
“No. Now, I’m gonna take you to bed and make love to you. Later, we’re gonna go to your Dad’s barbeque. After that, we’ll talk.”
I shook my head and tried to pull free. “Sorry, I have different plans for the day.”