“Waiting wasn’t an option.”
“Not worth talkin’ about now, it’s done and thankfully everyone’s all right.”
“You brought it up.”
“I brought it up in case you get a wild hair which you seem to do a lot.”
I pulled back as far as I could which wasn’t very far and glared at him. “I’m not going to jump into rivers willy nilly, Max, I didn’t even jump in today. I just, kind of, walked in.” His brows went up and I gave an inch. “Okay, ran in.”
He shook his head then declared, “We’re done talkin’ about this.”
I continued to glare. Then I started to push up from the chair but his arms tightened around me and he pulled me back down to him.
“Max, I’m going to go read or something.”
“You’re pissed I laid it out and you’re gonna go nurse your snit.”
Seriously, he was so annoying.
“Okay, so I’m going to go nurse my snit.”
“No, you aren’t. You’re gonna sit here and we’re gonna enjoy the fact that we’re breathin’, alive and alone.”
“Has anyone told you you’re domineering?”
“Nope.”
“Well, let me be the first. You’re domineering.”
He turned more fully to me and ran his forearm down the backs of both my legs, hooking them at the knee and pulling them over his legs on the ottoman. If I hadn’t been in a snit I might have noticed, firstly, that he did this gently so as not to hurt my scraped up leg and, secondly, that I was far more comfortable in this position.
But I was in a snit and he was talking so I didn’t notice.
“First, babe, seriously?”
“Seriously what?” I asked.
“If I got somethin’ on my mind, you want me to keep it to myself?”
Well, it didn’t sound very good when he said it like that.
“No, but ��”
“Especially if it’s important?”
“Of course not.”
“Second, you get pissed at what I say, you want to go off in a huff rather than talkin’ shit out?”
That didn’t sound very good either.
“Well –”
“Yes or no.”
“Maybe, yes,” I snapped and his face grew dark.
“You’re shittin’ me.”