Law Man
Page 37
“And?” Mitch asked which proved I was right about the twinsets.
“She also probably adds scarves,” I added for good measure.
“And?” Mitch repeated.
Yep, she also wore scarves.
“I’m sure she picks very pretty scarves that accessorize her twinsets perfectly.”
“Mara,” he said on a rumble that communicated he was close to laughing.
“Was my mother baring cle**age?”
That did it. All humor fled and I watched him wince. It was a strong one which meant he’d seen this and it was now an ugly memory burned on his brain instead of him not seeing it and it was simply an ugly concept.
“She was baring cle**age,” I muttered to his shoulder, mortified because it was likely she was baring lots of it and it was also likely Aunt Lulamae was too.
“Mara,” Mitch called and my eyes slid to him.
“Even if we tried, we’d never work,” I whispered and his hands stopped soothingly traveling my back, one clamped around my waist, the other one slid up my neck into my hair.
“Shut up,” he whispered back.
“You live in a different zone than me,” I shared again and watched his head descend. “The upper zone. I’m the lower zone. Never the twain shall meet.”
I said my last against his lips which had found their way to mine.
“Shut up,” he repeated, his lips moving against mine.
“Mitch –”
“All right, baby, I’ll shut you up.”
Then he did, his head slanting and his lips taking mine in a repeat performance of the open-mouthed, knock my socks off, rock my world, best kiss in the history of all time.
I was holding him to me and pressed tight to him when his lips released mine. My hand was in his hair. He had really, freaking great hair.
“You have great hair,” I breathed against his mouth.
Mitch smiled against mine.
Then he kissed me again and it was so fantastic, when his mouth broke from mine I couldn’t hold my head up anymore. I had to bend my neck and rest my forehead against his shoulder while I fought to steady my breathing.
“Shit, but you can f**kin’ kiss,” he whispered in my ear.
He was wrong; he did all the good stuff. I was just an avid participant in the festivities.
This was not a favorable turn of events that was conducive to peace of mind. Mitch being the best kisser in history on top of all the other fabulous things that were Mitch, his being my neighbor and his asserting he was “into me” all equated to the exact opposite of peace of mind.
“What are you still doin’ here?”
Mitch’s torso twisted, I looked around his body and we both saw Billy standing in his pajamas at the mouth of the hall. His face was slightly sleepy and slightly ticked.
Great. Caught in Mitch’s arms by Billy who apparently was playing possum five minutes ago.
I pulled from Mitch’s arms and walked toward my cousin, saying, “Billy –”
His angry eyes went from Mitch to me and he asked, “Who was that shoutin’?”
I stopped and did a knees-closed squat in front of him. “We’ll talk about it in the morning,” I said softly. “Now you need to do me a favor, go back to bed and get some sleep.”
“Why’s he still here?” Billy asked, ignoring my request and jerking his head to Mitch.
“He –”
Billy cut me off, “He’s around then he’s gone, then he’s around again and touchin’ you. Tomorrow will he be gone again?”
“He’s spending the day with you tomorrow, honey, you know that.”
“What about the next day?” Billy asked.
“I –”
Billy’s eyes tilted up to Mitch and he informed him, “We’re okay without you. I can watch Billie when Auntie Mara has to work. I did it all the time at home.”
I reached out, curved my hand around his jaw and brought his eyes to me. “All right, buddy,” I said gently. “First, you’re not okay to be on your own with Billy. You’re a smart kid and you take good care of your sister but your Dad leaving you alone was not the right thing to do.” Billy started glaring at me; I dropped my hand and went on, “Second, I told you now twice that Mitch is being cool, he’s helping out and he is. You don’t get into the faces of people who help you out.” I scooted closer to him and my voice got softer. “And that was my Mom and your Grandma at the door.” His glare got intense upon hearing this news and I continued, “We’ll talk about that later but your Dad and me, we’re not real close with them and now that they’re here for whatever reason they’re here, I’ve got to figure out what to do about that. But I need time to do it when I’m not exhausted from work and it isn’t nearly eleven at night. I’m lucky Mitch was here to take care of that and I’m grateful that he did.”
I felt Mitch’s eyes on my back as I felt the intensity of Billy’s on my face.
“She said she wanted her grandbabies,” Billy told me.
“Yes,” I confirmed.
“Is she gonna take us away?”
“No,” I said firmly.
“Is she gonna try?” he pushed.
“Maybe,” I replied honestly.
His eyes slid to Mitch then back to me. “Is he gonna help you keep us here?”
“Like I said, buddy, that’s what Mitch does. It’s who he is. He helps people,” I reminded him.
Billy’s eyes moved back to Mitch. “Are you gonna go away again?” he demanded to know.
Damn. Damn, damn, damn.
I twisted and looked up at Mitch.
“I never went away before, Bud,” Mitch replied. “I’m always across the breezeway.”
“You went away,” Billy accused but he was wrong. I sent Mitch away. And Billy felt it. Deep.
Damn! Damn, damn, damn!
“All right, then, no. I’m not gonna go away again,” Mitch stated.
Damn! Damn, damn, damn!
I was staring at Mitch with angry eyes because he was making promises I couldn’t keep.
“Billie likes you,” Billy told Mitch.
“I like her,” Mitch told Billy.
Billy studied Mitch and Mitch stood there letting him.
Then Billy made a decision. “I’m goin’ back to bed, Auntie Mara.”
Well thank goodness for that. I knew it was just a reprieve but at that moment I needed a reprieve.
I turned to him. “Okay, buddy. I’ll see you in the morning.”
“She also probably adds scarves,” I added for good measure.
“And?” Mitch repeated.
Yep, she also wore scarves.
“I’m sure she picks very pretty scarves that accessorize her twinsets perfectly.”
“Mara,” he said on a rumble that communicated he was close to laughing.
“Was my mother baring cle**age?”
That did it. All humor fled and I watched him wince. It was a strong one which meant he’d seen this and it was now an ugly memory burned on his brain instead of him not seeing it and it was simply an ugly concept.
“She was baring cle**age,” I muttered to his shoulder, mortified because it was likely she was baring lots of it and it was also likely Aunt Lulamae was too.
“Mara,” Mitch called and my eyes slid to him.
“Even if we tried, we’d never work,” I whispered and his hands stopped soothingly traveling my back, one clamped around my waist, the other one slid up my neck into my hair.
“Shut up,” he whispered back.
“You live in a different zone than me,” I shared again and watched his head descend. “The upper zone. I’m the lower zone. Never the twain shall meet.”
I said my last against his lips which had found their way to mine.
“Shut up,” he repeated, his lips moving against mine.
“Mitch –”
“All right, baby, I’ll shut you up.”
Then he did, his head slanting and his lips taking mine in a repeat performance of the open-mouthed, knock my socks off, rock my world, best kiss in the history of all time.
I was holding him to me and pressed tight to him when his lips released mine. My hand was in his hair. He had really, freaking great hair.
“You have great hair,” I breathed against his mouth.
Mitch smiled against mine.
Then he kissed me again and it was so fantastic, when his mouth broke from mine I couldn’t hold my head up anymore. I had to bend my neck and rest my forehead against his shoulder while I fought to steady my breathing.
“Shit, but you can f**kin’ kiss,” he whispered in my ear.
He was wrong; he did all the good stuff. I was just an avid participant in the festivities.
This was not a favorable turn of events that was conducive to peace of mind. Mitch being the best kisser in history on top of all the other fabulous things that were Mitch, his being my neighbor and his asserting he was “into me” all equated to the exact opposite of peace of mind.
“What are you still doin’ here?”
Mitch’s torso twisted, I looked around his body and we both saw Billy standing in his pajamas at the mouth of the hall. His face was slightly sleepy and slightly ticked.
Great. Caught in Mitch’s arms by Billy who apparently was playing possum five minutes ago.
I pulled from Mitch’s arms and walked toward my cousin, saying, “Billy –”
His angry eyes went from Mitch to me and he asked, “Who was that shoutin’?”
I stopped and did a knees-closed squat in front of him. “We’ll talk about it in the morning,” I said softly. “Now you need to do me a favor, go back to bed and get some sleep.”
“Why’s he still here?” Billy asked, ignoring my request and jerking his head to Mitch.
“He –”
Billy cut me off, “He’s around then he’s gone, then he’s around again and touchin’ you. Tomorrow will he be gone again?”
“He’s spending the day with you tomorrow, honey, you know that.”
“What about the next day?” Billy asked.
“I –”
Billy’s eyes tilted up to Mitch and he informed him, “We’re okay without you. I can watch Billie when Auntie Mara has to work. I did it all the time at home.”
I reached out, curved my hand around his jaw and brought his eyes to me. “All right, buddy,” I said gently. “First, you’re not okay to be on your own with Billy. You’re a smart kid and you take good care of your sister but your Dad leaving you alone was not the right thing to do.” Billy started glaring at me; I dropped my hand and went on, “Second, I told you now twice that Mitch is being cool, he’s helping out and he is. You don’t get into the faces of people who help you out.” I scooted closer to him and my voice got softer. “And that was my Mom and your Grandma at the door.” His glare got intense upon hearing this news and I continued, “We’ll talk about that later but your Dad and me, we’re not real close with them and now that they’re here for whatever reason they’re here, I’ve got to figure out what to do about that. But I need time to do it when I’m not exhausted from work and it isn’t nearly eleven at night. I’m lucky Mitch was here to take care of that and I’m grateful that he did.”
I felt Mitch’s eyes on my back as I felt the intensity of Billy’s on my face.
“She said she wanted her grandbabies,” Billy told me.
“Yes,” I confirmed.
“Is she gonna take us away?”
“No,” I said firmly.
“Is she gonna try?” he pushed.
“Maybe,” I replied honestly.
His eyes slid to Mitch then back to me. “Is he gonna help you keep us here?”
“Like I said, buddy, that’s what Mitch does. It’s who he is. He helps people,” I reminded him.
Billy’s eyes moved back to Mitch. “Are you gonna go away again?” he demanded to know.
Damn. Damn, damn, damn.
I twisted and looked up at Mitch.
“I never went away before, Bud,” Mitch replied. “I’m always across the breezeway.”
“You went away,” Billy accused but he was wrong. I sent Mitch away. And Billy felt it. Deep.
Damn! Damn, damn, damn!
“All right, then, no. I’m not gonna go away again,” Mitch stated.
Damn! Damn, damn, damn!
I was staring at Mitch with angry eyes because he was making promises I couldn’t keep.
“Billie likes you,” Billy told Mitch.
“I like her,” Mitch told Billy.
Billy studied Mitch and Mitch stood there letting him.
Then Billy made a decision. “I’m goin’ back to bed, Auntie Mara.”
Well thank goodness for that. I knew it was just a reprieve but at that moment I needed a reprieve.
I turned to him. “Okay, buddy. I’ll see you in the morning.”
