“I’m not hungry.”
“Stel a, that tel s me you aren’t al right,” Eric said then he waited for my response that didn’t come then he went on.
“What the fuck happened with Mason’s father?”
“He’s a jerk,” I told Eric.
Eric laughed but it was short and I got the feeling he didn’t think anything was funny.
“Preston Mason is a definitely a jerk.”
I tried to focus on him in the dark but he was just a shadow so I focused on where I thought his head was.
“Do you know him?”
Eric was silent a second then his voice came at me and it was heavy with surprise. “Everyone knows Preston Mason, Stel a. The man’s famous.”
I got up on an elbow.
Just so you know, I knew I was doing wrong. I wasn’t only playing Mace, I was now playing Eric.
Earlier, I had thought for a brief moment to ask Hector to take me to his place but Hector had to work with Mace. If Hector took me in, Mace would freak out, their working relationship would deteriorate and I’d be to blame for that too.
No, the only way to make a surgical y clean, never to be healed break with Mace without dragging anyone into it that mattered was to be where I was right at that moment.
In Eric Turner’s bed.
Mace wouldn’t ever forgive that.
Ever.
“Famous for what?” I asked.
Eric moved, leaning forward, he turned on a lamp that lit the room with soft light.
It was a decent room, an impersonal room, the room of a man who probably didn’t live there but was staying there for an assignment.
Eric had wanted to put me into protective custody but I wouldn’t let him. I had a life to lead. I would go back to my ultra-safe apartment but only when I knew Mace couldn’t get in anymore.
That was a phone cal I was not looking forward to.
My mind went from the phone cal to Eric who was watching me.
His hand came to my jaw and he murmured correctly,
“He’s on your mind.”
I closed my eyes and bit my lips.
Then I opened my eyes and whispered, “I’m sorry.” Eric got up and grabbed my hand. “Come to the living room.”
Not letting go of my hand, he led me to the equal y impersonal living room. He sat on the couch then he pul ed me down on his lap.
I should have resisted but I didn’t. I also didn’t resist when he pushed me so my back was to the couch, my head was on the padded arm rest and he was on his elbow at my side. My ass was stil in his lap, my legs over his thighs, his other arm lying loose across my bel y.
Somehow this intimate position felt more comfortable and reassuring than sexual and predatory. I figured it had a lot to do with the worried, gentle look on Eric’s face.
“I’m tryin’ to figure out how you spent so much time with Mason, fel deep for the guy and don’t know who his fuckin’
father is,” Eric said to me.
I was trying to figure that out too.
Though, if I was honest, I knew the answer.
Because I was a big, screaming loser.
When I didn’t say anything, Eric went on, “Preston Mason is loaded. Stinking rich. He’s got shitloads of money.”
“I kinda guessed that with the limo and the suit.” Eric smiled, it was a good smile and some girl some day would be super lucky when he smiled at her like that.
Unfortunately, that girl was not going to be me.
“As rich as you think anyone can be, sweetheart, he’s richer.”
That was a little surprising considering I could think of being filthy rich.
“Yeah?” I asked.
“Yeah. And he didn’t get where he is because he’s a nice man, either.”
I pul ed in breath and before I could reconsider or even think of what a bitch it made me that I was laying on Eric’s couch with Eric and playing at his feelings for me in this whole fiasco, I said, “He told me Mace was responsible for his sister’s murder.”
Something in Eric’s eyes flashed and I didn’t like it, mainly because his face got tight along with the flash and he looked supremely pissed off.
“What?” I used the hated word again but Eric stayed silent then, as humiliating as it was in outing how shal ow my relationship with Mace had been, I shared, “I didn’t even know Mace had a sister much less that she was murdered.” I knew this, too, surprised Eric. The anger went out of his face and he shook his head. Then his face went soft again.
“Figure I had you, warm and wil ing in my bed, I wouldn’t talk about my sister’s kidnapping and murder either.” My breath felt like exploring the coast of Maine and I felt my eyes go huge.
“Kidnapping?” I breathed.
“Oh fuck,” Eric muttered before he looked at my knees.
My hand went to his face and I turned him to look at me.
“What the fuck happened to Mace’s sister?” Eric watched me then he did it some more then he sighed and it was heavy.
“I’m gonna let Mason tel you this story.”
“Mace and I are done,” I replied quickly.
His mouth formed a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.