“You’re not goin’ anywhere alone, Lyric.”
This came from Doom, and it was almost my undoing.
Almost.
“I’m going to kill him, NiNi,” I hiss-pered. “Not a hair, not a fiber.”
“You probably shouldn’t say that in front of me.” Harmony smiled gently. “FBI and all.”
I scowled. “I don’t plan on leaving any witnesses.”
Harmony laughed. “Give me two minutes and I’ll get—”
“I will take you home, but not until after we talk,” Doom said, cutting off my sister.
I glared at him. “Don’t interrupt my sister when she’s being ridiculous.”
“I apologize, Harmony.” He crossed his big, beefy arms. “I’d like to borrow your sister for a few minutes.”
Harmony looked at me. “It’s up to you, LiLi.”
I stared at my sister, keeping my back to Doom. “I don’t know if I can,” I whispered.
“Sweetness, you’ll never know if you don’t try.”
I nodded and turned to face Doom again. “Five minutes.”
He held his hand out to me, but I refused to touch him as I followed him out of the kitchen, down a hall and upstairs. He opened a door at the top of the stairs and stepped back so I could precede him in, flipping the light on as I walked inside.
“You got your boot off,” he said.
I nodded. “Yesterday.”
“You hurtin’?”
“Not so far.” I faced him. “But I don’t think you want to waste your five minutes on discussing my boot, do you?”
“Jesus, I was an ass.”
I sighed. “No you weren’t.”
“How do you figure?”
“You were just sticking with the terms of our agreement, Doom,” I said. “I didn’t fault you for that.”
“Yeah, but I did.”
“Why?” I asked.
“Because I’m in love with you.”
“No.”
“Yes. I should have told you sooner, but on top of being an ass, I’m stubborn as all get out—”
“Oh my god. Stop,” I hissed, heading for the door. I almost tripped on my skirt. Because I’d been forced to pack quickly, I’d packed my trusty maxi skirts that accommodated my boot, which were now a tad long with just flipflops on.
He grabbed my arm gently and pulled me back to him. “Angel, I need to say this.”
