“Not trying to be nosy but who had you so pissed off?”
“Huh?”
“The phone call.” Gesturing to his phone, still laying on the coffee table. I carried my bagel and coffee over to the couch and sat down, balancing the plate with the bagel on my lap.
“It was nothing.”
Chewing the bagel, I watched him tense. Oh yeah he was hiding something. So much for not keeping anything from each other. “I’m not buying it. Sorry. I wasn’t trying to eavesdrop but I sure as hell saw you slam the phone down. You can’t tell me something didn’t piss you the hell off.”
The guilty expression on his face said everything as he carried his cup of coffee over and sat next to me on the couch. “It was Chaos. They wanted to come over and ask you questions about last night. I told him now wasn’t the time.”
I may not know him as well as his band does, but I sure as hell knew when he was lying to me. I had a couple of choices, call him on it, or let it go and see what happened next. And I haven’t been totally honest with him either about the whole Bob thing. Maybe we needed to have a ‘come to Jesus’ talk and get everything out in the open, otherwise I’m not sure how this relationship was going to work out. Without trust what else mattered?
“When do we have to go the police station?”
“They said tomorrow will be fine.”
“We have the rest of the day to ourselves?”
“Yup, if that’s what you want.” I couldn’t figure out his expression— a cross between lust and irritation. Was he pissed at me?
“Are you mad at me?”
“No fuckin’ way. Why would you think that?”
“You look it.”
“Nope. Babe I’m looking forward to a lot of alone time. But the rest of today is up to you. Since I’m not sure how you’re really feeling you get to take the lead,” Flame replied.
“Don’t I always?” His cheeks turned pink, and as he took a drink of coffee he almost choked. Okay, really, who wouldn’t laugh at that? I couldn’t help it. And I almost choked too as I took a bite of the bagel and chewed while I tried to figure things out. Still a little woozy, probably from the drugs, I didn’t feel like dealing with everything.
It’d definitely be better to let it work its way out of my body. More coffee, lots ofwater and maybe sex. What was I thinking? Of course there’d be sex. I’d been waiting for Flame to get back and he owed me a shitload of private time. Hmm, just thinking about messing around with him sent a thrill through my body. Yup. It’s time to move to the bedroom andworkon my recovery.
“You must be feeling better. You’re a lot feistier than you were earlier.”
“Maybe.” As I stared at the bottom of my empty coffee cup and my disappointment must have shown, since he grabbed the cup and saucer and got up.
“Uh huh, I know you are,” Flame said as he poured me another cup and added the cream and sugar. He was one of the most thoughtful men I knew, we had to find a way to make this work. He was the first person to find a place in my heart since my parents died—well except for Cyn. “What’s going on in your head now?”
“Me?Nothing.”
“You’re grinning like the Cheshire Cat.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I tried to keep a straight face. Really I did.
“Right.Whatever.”
Chapter Twenty
Flame…
It was good to see Michelle acting normal again. I wish we could roll back time so yesterday never happened, but I’d take her good mood. I wanted to kill the mother fucker who touched her, even if he hadn’t raped her. She was mine, no one else had any right to touch her. I really hadn’t thought it was Ashley, but her calling me now out of the blue made me second think it.
It was way too suspicious. After all this happens yesterday and now she wants to see me? What the fuck man. It took forever to get over the lying bitch, I sure as hell wasn’t going to fall for her shit again, and if she thinks she can get me away from Michelle she’s more fucked in the head than I thought.
“Baby, you coming?” Was there a sexier sound in the world? No fuckin’ way. I stopped in the doorway to admire the scene. Stretched out on the bed, naked, the light streaming in from the window painted Michelle’s body in soft stripes of sunlight. This is how I’d pictured her all those longmonths on the road. My sexy muse. God how I loved her.
“You okay?”
