“The fuck you will.”
“Beck—” she starts but I stop her.
“We can argue about it later.” Pulling her arms down from her head, I take her hands cautiously in mine. “I told you to call me on a lazy day, but it seems we’re stuck in shitty ones, so what do you need?”
“I don’t need anything!” Jensen pulls her hands back, a sharp edge in her voice. It takes her a second or two before it really settles in that she does in fact need things. “Dammit! I just need to get out of this place.”
“Okay, done. Keep going.”
Jensen looks like she wants to fight me, but then she throws her hands up. “I need to find a new place to live, and find a tattoo shop that will hire me after the damage tweedle-dipshit and tweedle-twat did by spreading lies about me.”
I swallow my laugh the best I can. “Okay, you’re living with me, mark that one off your list. You’ll find a solution to the tattoo thing because your drive and work is something they can’t even fathom. Keep ’em coming. What else?”
Jensen sighs. “I don’t know…those were the main ones. My head is hurting…I just feel like I want a tub of ice cream and to break something.”
I nod. Alright, I can handle all this. Walking over to her tiny kitchenette, I pull out one of her plates. “Any emotional attachment to this?”
Jensen pulls her eyebrows together. “What? No? What are?—”
“You got a broom and dustpan?” I cut her off.
She huffs. “Yeah, but?—”
I step up to her. “Break it.”
Jensen looks at me like I have two heads. “I’m not going to break my plate.”
“Why not? I have plates, and we already agreed that I’ll buy whatever you need for your next apartment.”
“I never agreed to that!”
I push the plate in her hand. “Break it, Jen. Now.”
Jensen’s eyes soften as she looks in mine. She turns slowly, then chucks the plate against the far wall. The sound is way more dramatic than the actual breaking of the ceramic, so I walk back to her cabinet to grab another plate. “Again.”
This time there’s no hesitation or argument when she throws. With the shatter, Jensen’s shoulders drop. “Okay, you were right, that helped.”
I’m too smart of a man to rub in her face the fact that she just willingly admitted I’m right. Gloating isn’t the move for today. “Good, now I’m going to clean this up and we’ll start getting some of your stuff out.”
Jensen doesn’t speak, as she gives me a half nod. I’m not about to push her while she processes how she needs to. I find her broom, and Jensen stands like a stone statue until everything is cleaned up.
“You good?” I ask cautiously.
Jensen blinks once then twice before shaking her head like she just came out of a daze. “Yeah, I’m good. Fine, just…a lot.”
“A lot, but necessary.”
“Right, I know…I know.” Jensen takes a deep breath when another knock comes to the door. “That better be Callie and Will, or I might tear this whole place apart.”
I hum in amusement. Can’t say the idea isn’t tempting to do anyway.
I squeeze her shoulder. “Don’t worry, Killer, I’ll help.”
Chapter 12
Jensen
I can’t decide what’s worse about this entire situation. The fact I’m so deeply indebted to Beck that it’s quite ridiculous, or the fact I’m not that upset about it.
