I waited until she was mostly far enough away that she wouldn’t hear what I assumed was about to be an argument before saying, “What is it?”
“You’re going to stay at your place?”
I nodded. “I…”
“Will be staying with me at my place. I have your cat. I have almost all of your clothes. And I have your bathroom shit.”
I opened my mouth and closed it.
He was right.
He did have all of those things.
“I can pick it all up.”
He narrowed his eyes. “Why?”
I bit my lip, then decided, fuck it.
“I don’t want to overstay my welcome.”
His eyes gleamed. “When I’m tired of you, you’ll know it. In the meantime, you’ll stay at my place. Sleep in my bed. Eat the breakfast that I make you. And come home to me every night.”
I gasped. “That’s rather high-handed of you to assume that I’ll just stay over there because you want me there.”
“High-handed…” He bent down and skimmed the tip of his nose along my throat. “Or practical? Will you be happy sleeping alone?”
No.
“Will you enjoy waking up without me every morning?”
Double no.
“Do you want to walk back into that bare apartment without your cat or Bossy or me?”
Definitely not.
“Based on the look in your eyes, I’m guessing no.” He smirked. “Now, do you want to ride home with me, and I’ll take you back in the morning? Or do you want to drive?”
I scrunched up my nose. “I have this fancy little driver that just got a Montana learner’s permit. She can drive.”
He pulled me into his arms, right up against his hard body, and said, “How did the doctor’s appointment go?”
I knew exactly what he was asking.
“I’m cleared for light to moderate activity as long as it doesn’t hurt my ribs.”
He pulled away, but not before pressing his very rigid erection against me before saying, “See you at home, Edith.”
Twenty-Six
If he is willing to give you the moon and stars, you should be willing to sacrifice Uranus.
—Eddy to Nettie
Eddy
I was walking around like I’d been electrocuted.
