“It was,” he agreed. “To this day, I still don’t get it but what I get pisses me off so I try not to think about it.”
“You don’t have to share,” she offered.
That made him grin.
“Babe, laid myself out already. Too late for that.”
“Indeed,” she murmured but he heard a smile in her voice too and he looked at her to catch it.
He got a glimpse before returning his eyes to the road and he was glad he took that shot.
She was pretty normally. When she smiled though…
Jesus.
“Though, I don’t want you to get angry,” she went on.
“Too much time has passed, not worth it to get angry anymore,” he told her.
“All right,” she replied and he went for it.
“We fought, not all the time, but that shit happens,” he told her. “And honest to Christ, don’t know what was up her ass but something was. She got her teeth in it and wouldn’t let it go then wouldn’t let anything go then wanted to let me go. How I remember it starting was she wanted a new car. I couldn’t afford a new one so I bought her a used one. It was better than the one she had so I thought she was good. She didn’t. Told me I never listened to her. I told her I did but we couldn’t afford a brand new car. She got shitty, kept bein’ shitty, kicked my ass out. Lost her man but got herself a new car.”
“That’s ridiculous,” she snapped, suddenly pissed and he fought back the grin. But he had to admit he liked it that she gave him that emotion.
“That shit happened. She tried reconciliation. What we had was good, so I tried with her but seein’ as that shit kept comin’ up for me and pissing me off, it didn’t work. She threw away a marriage, a family, for a new car. Not down with that.”
“I heartily agree,” she declared and at that, he didn’t fight the grin.
He gave into it.
“Still, life led me to eventually gettin’ Ethan outta it, wouldn’t have had him with Donna so I guess shit works out the way it should.”
“Yes,” she agreed.
This was breathy and he didn’t know why. But he liked the way it sounded.
“Mandy, number two, was the shit,” he kept going. “Loved her too. She was all over me, all over bein’ stepmom to my kids. Put a ring on her finger, she wanted me, realized, 24/7, she couldn’t hack kids. She took off. Just one day came home and she was gone. Got the divorce papers in the mail. Haven’t seen her since. Good news was, I didn’t have her ticket, but the kids did so it rocked my world but they were glad she was gone.”
“That, well…rocking of your world sounds unpleasant.”
Jake shook his head at her words and the way she said them.
Fuck, half the time with her and the way she talked, he didn’t know whether to laugh or kiss her.
Unfortunately, he couldn’t do the last and didn’t think she’d appreciate him doing the first so he did neither.
“It wasn’t, honey, but don’t worry. Got over it quick, her hauling ass like that. Not cool. Figured, in the end, she was like that, I got off clean and did it fast, so I did all right.”
“And the last?” she prompted when he stopped talking.
“Sloane, Ethan’s mom.”
“Yes.”
“And you’re down with real?”
A pause then, “Yes, Jake, I’m down with real.”
He grinned again at the way she said that then stated, “She was f**kin’ fantastic in bed.”
When he said no more she asked, “That’s it?”
“No,” he answered. “She was unbelievably f**kin’ fantastic in bed.”
“I, um…well, that is to say…it doesn’t sound like you wanted to end things with any of these women.”
“You open your eyes, you see signs. You keep ‘em closed, you don’t see dick. Lookin’ back, every one of them gave me reason to throw in the towel before things got legal. I didn’t see it because I wasn’t man enough to look for it.”
Again, he got silence for a long time before she said, “I don’t know much about these matters, Jake, but I would think it would make a man less of a man if he was in love and he didn’t have the courage to try his hand.”
The courage to try his hand.
Fucking hell.
She kept going.
“Therefore, outside of Ethan’s mother, who you didn’t claim to love, you just followed your heart and I find that very manly.”
Followed your heart.
Fucking hell.
“Jake?” she called when he was silent.
“Yeah, baby,” he answered quietly.
“I…” Another pause and then, “Are you all right?”
“Laid it out, it was ugly, you went gentle,” he replied, reaching out and finding her hand. He gave it a squeeze and finished, “Appreciate that, honey.”
“Well, you’re welcome,” she murmured and it took her a second but she squeezed his hand back.
He kept hold of it, resting the back of his on the sleek silk over her soft thigh and her hand again squeezed his, reflexively this time. He figured he knew what this meant but he didn’t let her go even as they hit The Eaves and he turned into the parking lot. He only let her go when he stopped the truck outside the front door.
He put it in neutral, opened his door and jumped down. Rounding the hood, he pulled open her door.
“I’ll let you out here. Place is always packed. I find a spot far away, don’t want you walkin’,” he explained.
“That’s kind, Jake. Thank you,” she replied and undid her seatbelt.
When she turned to the door and cautiously put one of her shit-hot shoes to the running board, he put his hands to her waist. She put hers to his shoulders and he pulled her down, setting her on her feet.
He let her go, she dropped her hands but he grabbed one and walked her to the front door and through it.
Once he had her out of the cold, he lifted his other hand and squeezed the side of her neck as he squeezed her hand in his, bent close and said, “Be back.”
Her blue eyes held his and she murmured, “All right.”
He grinned at her and took off.
He was assaulted with the vision of her in that dress when he returned. Obviously, they’d taken her coat.
He was still dealing with her and her dress when she turned her eyes to him near on the second he came through the door, her lips tipped up, her eyes for some reason bright, and she said, “I inquired. Our table is ready.”