“Home,” he clarified.
She paused, holding her fork in midair.
“I appreciate your hospitality,” he began.“But the two of us should get on with our lives.”
She pursed her lips as she rested her fork on the edge of the plate slowly.Too slowly.The manner in which she moved was sort of creepy.Or hot.He was never sure about Sydney.Things that shouldn’t be arousing always gave him a stiffy.
Reaching for her glass, she didn’t lift it.Instead, she tapped her finger against it.
He could practically see the gears turning in her mind.
“I’m sure you have stuff to do.Job hunting.”
“I told you,” she snapped.“I want to do what you do.You were supposed to be training me.”
He frowned.“I can’t do that.”
“Why not?”
“I’m not a teacher.”
She folded her arms across her chest and glared at him.“You haven’t even tried.”
Fair.He couldn’t argue that, but she didn’t understand.There wasn’t a way to instruct someone in his method of life.
“I don’t know what you want from me,” he replied.
“Just show me the ropes so I don’t make stupid mistakes,” she suggested.
He sighed.It wasn’t that simple.“I don’t want to keep arguing about this.”
“Then give in,” she suggested smugly.
If he walked through the door, it’d be over.He wouldn’t see her again.This discussion would officially be over.He’d disappear like a fart in the wind.
The gloom of that thought weighed heavily on his shoulders.
It was the smartest thing to do.He should’ve gone yesterday.She’d be out of his hair, and he could put Grant and the investigation behind him.Even if she confessed to the police, told them the truth, they’d never find him.He hadn’t even told her his name.
The cops wouldn’t get far on the moniker Fink.
It was barely a word.
“I’m taking your silence as agreement.”She broke in on his thoughts.“So, tomorrow we start.”
He rolled his eyes and pushed back from the table.He couldn’t do this.This wasn’t who he was.Who had he been trying to kid?He wasn’t the settle down and play house kind of guy.
Without speaking, he left the table and disappeared into their bedroom.
Their?
What?When had that happened?It wasn’ttheirs.It washers.She’d merely been kind enough to let him crash there.
Shaking his head, he took the small duffel bag he’d ordered and stuffed it with the clothes he’d acquired during his visit.
“What are you doing?”she asked from the doorway.
“It’s time.”Well past it if he were honest.
