He disconnected and I found it difficult to focus onmascara.
“I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul,” Iwhispered to my reflection, trying to get a hold on the panic.It just didn’twork when I concluded, “The problem is, so is he.”
I pretty much barreled down the drive ateleven-oh-seven that night, coming home after my shift, touching the garagedoor opener and making the swing into the garage.
And Snapper did not stay laid out on the couch with hisbook, only to look over the top of it when I hit the living room and give mewarm, happy-you’re-home, now-get-over-here-and-cuddle-with-me eyes.
I hadn’t even pulled into the garage (next to his truck, bythe way, he now had the second remote) when I saw him in the doorway to thekitchen.
“No, no, no, no, no,” I chanted.
I couldn’t have my phone on me at work but I’d checked itduring a break and I had a message from Snap saying he was still looking intothings.But when I’d gone to get my purse after shift was over, I had anothermessage from Snap saying, “I got the details, baby.Don’t think about it.Itmight not be as bad as you think.I’ll share when you get home.”
I did not drive home like the devil was on my heels becausefirst, Snapper was there and it was worth getting home healthy and all in onepiece, and second, I was not a big fan of drivers who drove like wherever theywere going was more important than anything else happening on the planet, so Irefused to be one of those kinds of people.
Nevertheless, I didn’t dawdle.
After I parked, I grabbed my purse and hurried out of mycar, not liking that Snapper was in the kitchen doorway waiting for me.
He’d said it might not be as bad as I think.
Him standing in the doorway made me think it was worse thanI thought.
“Hey,” I called, slamming my car door.
“Hey, darlin’,” he called back.
I rounded the hood of my car.“Why are you waiting in thedoorway?”
“Because I’m worried about your frame of mind,” he told me.
“My frame of mind was controlled until I saw you standing inthe doorway.”
His lips quirked and that finally set my mind at ease.
He got out of the way in order for me to be able to getinside, but also for him to be able to walk to the fridge to grab me a beer.Hedidn’t even offer tea.
He also didn’t give me a welcome home kiss.
This was bigger than tea, which was bad.
But Snap meeting me at the door and not giving me a kiss?
Okay, now my mind was no longer at ease.
He uncapped aFatTire for him, aBlue Moon for me, handed me mine, and then he leaned a hip against thecountertop.
I didn’t take a pull of my brew.
I looked into his eyes.
“Talk to me,” I demanded.
“Took me a while to get it because it isn’t intel the copswant out there, but I got it.Throttle turned.”
“He what?”
“Turned.Switched sides.He’s now a CI.”
