“It’s okay. You scared me is all.”
“I could have hurt you.”
“But you didn’t. You’re not used to sharing a bed with someone.”
“I need a cigarette.” He shoves up off the floor, grabbing his dirty jeans along the way.
I let out a yawn and snatch my cell phone off the nightstand. I forgot to plug it in for a charge last night.Shit. What time is it? I attach the charger to my phone then get out of bed.
After I use the bathroom, I check the clock on the microwave. I’m supposed to be at work in an hour. I guess last night exhausted me more than I realized. I have no clue what I’m doing. About Fisher. About anything. I swore I was done with him and the moment he reappeared, I let him back in without really discussing anything.
Instead, I turned to sex. Guess I’m a lot more like my father than I thought.
I glance outside and see Fisher leaning over the railing with his cigarette. There are scars on his back that weren’t there before. There are things he’s not telling me. I don’t want to push too hard too fast.
The smart thing would be to call out of work today. I can’t afford to. No. I’m a big girl who lives on her own. Sure, I could always ask my dad for money. He’d give it no questions asked, but I don’t want to ask.
Fisher comes back inside.
“Did you still want to use my car today?”
“If you wouldn’t mind. I gotta check in with my PO then handle some other shit with the bank and get up with your ol’ man to see where he stored my truck and my bike.”
“I’m on a split shift. Noon to seven.”
“I’ll drop you and grab you after.” He rolls his lips inward. The act is sexy. Fisher’s always had sexy lips though. Hell, he’s always been hotter than fuck. “When I check in with parole I gotta give them an address. Valid phone number where I can be reached. My early release isn’t without rules and regulations.”
“You can give them my number and the address here. At least for now. How did you get released?”
“Guess is good as mine.” He shrugs.
His answer doesn’t exactly spark any warm and fuzzy sensations. “They didn’t tell you?”
“Guess it had some shit to do with overcrowding. I was more focused on the fact I was actually being released and finding my way back to you.”
“You can cut out all the sweet stuff.”
“Told you, babe. I’ve lived a life that was pure shit the past few years. Not going back to that. I know I had a good thing with you. Got a chance to get that back. I’m not wasting it.”
“I didn’t say I was taking you back.”
“I get you have reservations and doubts, but I’m a prove it to you. One way or another.”
“We’ll see.”
A fist pounds on my door. Fisher shoots me a knowing look. “Took long enough,” he mutters and goes to twist the knob.
I stare after him confused. Who is he expecting?
He opens the door, and my question is answered.
“Riley Fisher, I’m Detective Carter. I need to ask you a few questions.”
“Sure, Detective. Come on in. Was just about to take my fiancée to work and check in with my PO.”
“This shouldn’t take much of your time.”
“Hi, Detective. Does Riley need an attorney present while speaking to you?”