“Yes.” He pauses, and I bite my tongue to stop the barrage of questions banging around in my head from coming out of my mouth.
He looks down at his hands fidgeting with his phone. He obviously doesn’t want to talk about this, but I can’t let him off the hook. Not after how he ghosted me. And, okay, maybe I’m a teensy-weensy bit nosy.
“How did it go?”
“Okay, I guess. She doesn’t blame me for Bill’s death.”
I squeeze his hand. “Of course not. She doesn’t blame you because it’s not your fault.”
He flips his hand and laces his fingers through mine. My stomach clenches and warmth flows through my body. I am in deep doo-doo if holding hands with a man is causing stomach clenches.
“I saw my parents, too.”
I guess the topic of Bill and his guilt over Bill’s death is off the table. Does he not realize how tenacious I can be? But I let it go – for now.
“How are they?”
“Good. They helped me realize a few things.”
I wait, but he doesn’t fill me on what those few things are. He’s silly if he thinks I won’t come out and ask. “Like what things?”
“Stuff about Liz.”
Could he be any more vague? Before I get the chance to ask him to be more specific, he moves on to another topic. “What do you want to tell the others?”
“Tell the others?”
“I won’t be your dirty little secret, Munchkin.”
“I don’t know how you jumped from having sex to being a dirty little secret.”
He raises our hands. “This is happening.”
I try to snatch my hand away, but he holds tight. “I thought you didn’t want a relationship.”
“Maybe I’ve changed my mind.”
Nothing can keep me from yanking my hand away from his now. “But I haven’t. I told you I don’t do relationships.”
“Help me understand why.”
I growl. I don’t want to talk about my ex. It’s embarrassing.
“I get it. You can’t get over him,” he goads.
“Get over him? I don’t need to get over anyone.”
“Really?” He raises an eyebrow. “Then you don’t do relationships because …”
“Why is this any of your business?”
He snarls and grabs my chin to force me to look at him. “I spent the entire morning inside of you. It couldn’t be more my business.”
Shit. He’s right. It’s only fair I explain to him why I don’t do relationships. It’s freaking unfair, though. He said he didn’t want a relationship either. If I had known his opinion had changed, I wouldn’t have slept with him.
Adult Suzie laughs and laughs. She falls off her chair she’s laughing so hard. Yeah, right. She manages to say between bouts of laughter. I guess Adult Suzie is not adulting today.
I jump to my feet. “I need a beer if we’re having this conversation.”