Chapter 34

In the cold, February dark of a Colorado evening, I saw his black eyes lit by streetlamps and finally had a reaction. And that reaction was to instigate avoidance tactics without delay. And the avoidance tactics I decided on were picking a fight.

"I didn't tell them about Ginger," I stated hurriedly. "I need to set up my laptop and get in a few hours of work but because I didn't do it at dinner, now I have to go in there and explain things about Ginger. That's gonna suck. I had it all planned out. I was all psyched up. Now I've totally lost my mojo because of you. You ruined my plan by showing up."

Clearly not feeling like fighting, Hawk took no umbrage and his thumb swept the curve of my jaw as he replied, "I briefed your Dad before dinner. You can go in and get right to work."

I blinked up at him. "You briefed Dad?"

"Yeah."

"What did you say?"

Hawk answered an answer that was far from complete, "He knows more than you, you know more than your stepmom."

"What does that mean?"

"That means your stepmom doesn't need to know the shit swirling around your sister, or at least she's not gonna hear it from me. You already know too much and aren't gonna know any more.

Your father needs to know it all so I told him and he agrees with me about you and your stepmom."

I didn't know where to start so I started in the middle.

"You told Dad everything?"

"He asked questions, I answered, so... yeah."

I wasn't sure how I felt about that. What I was sure about was that I couldn't turn back time so I had to let it go.

"How was he?"

His thumbs went away from my jaws as his hands slid down to rest where my neck met my shoulders.

"Not happy but not surprised," he answered.

I knew how Dad felt because I felt the same way.

"How did you keep this from Meredith?"

"She was cookin', I asked for some time, your Dad took me into his den and I closed the doors. We got out and she didn't ask.

Their conversation, if they have one, can be private. She's his woman, that's his call."

I had no verbal response to this but I felt gratitude. Hawk was right, Dad would want to know and he wouldn't be happy not knowing. Hawk was also right, Meredith shouldn't know unless Dad felt she could handle it and he should tell her himself.

Even though I felt gratitude, I didn't express it. Instead my eyes slid to the side.

"Babe," Hawk called when they did and my eyes slid back.

"What you said earlier -" On no. We were not going to talk about earlier. I'd gladly walk barefoot on a bed of hot coals and at the end of that journey take a swan dive into the boiling lava at the mouth of a volcano before I talked about earlier.

Therefore instantly I tried to jerk my neck away and move out from in front of him but he moved faster, pushing in closer, pinning me to the car and his hands came up to cup my jaws, forcing my face tipped to him.

"Babe," he repeated when my eyes stared at his ear.

Guess I had to talk about it.

"I was making it up," I lied to his ear. "Meredith is a romantic. I couldn't tell her how we really are. Not then with Dad there, not privately, not ever."

"Babe," he said yet again.

"It's not a big deal or at least it isn't now. When you disappear, it will be then. Meredith will be sad but I'll handle it."

"Sweet Pea, look at me," he ordered quietly.

My eyes slid to his.

"I asked to be seated in that booth," he informed me and I sucked in breath at what he might be saying.

Then I breathed it out on a, "What?"

"Clocked you before you clocked me, Sam."

I stared up at him, incapable of speech.

"Saw you through the windows as I was walkin' up. Your friend was with you and you were laughin'."

Oh my God.

His head dipped closer and I watched as it did, holding my breath and feeling his eyes burning into mine.

"Still see you," he whispered.

Oh my God!

His thumb swept my cheekbone then his fingers went back into my hair as his other hand slid down my neck, over my shoulder and around my back, his head came down and he kissed me.

This kiss was with tongue, lots of it, his and mine. It was wet, it was deep and it lasted a really long time.

As usual I was holding on when he lifted his head and my body was quivering in places he could feel and in better places only I could feel and my private places were way better.

"Get to work, Sweet Pea," he murmured against my mouth, pulled me gently away from his car, bleeped the locks, opened the door, folded in, fired up the Camaro and purred away.

I'd long since lost sight of his tail lights but I was still standing there, a residual quiver dying away, my mind stuck on one thought.

He could still see me laughing.