His hand, I realized, was over the boot bruise, a location, I also realized, he’d clearly memorized for he’d honed in on it with pinpoint accuracy.
My stomach melted yet again and I nodded, admitting, “A twinge here and there, if I move too fast, but mostly yes, I’m okay.”
“Good,” he muttered against my skin and then moved away.
I sighed happily and squeezed out the sponge, putting it on the edge of the sink.
Max got out plates, I got out the nachos. I loaded up our plates and gunked the chips up with all the extras while Max got us both a beer.
Then we took them into the living room where Max had started a fire. Even though it was snug, we squeezed into the chair together. I put my beer on the table and Max wedged his between his thighs, his stocking feet resting on the ottoman, ankles crossed. I curled facing him with my feet in the seat of the chair, my calves pressed tight against his lounging hip and we ate with plates in hand close to our faces.
“Do you think Shauna and Robert killed Curtis and the PI?” I asked after swallowing a big, delectable bite of loaded corn chip.
“No,” Max answered and I stared at him.
“You don’t?”
He shook his head and shoved nachos in his mouth.
“Evidence is indicating it’s her,” I pointed out.
Max swallowed then unwedged his beer and took a pull.
Wedging it back, his eyes came to me. “Believed it the other day, what you said. Now, the drywall dust? That I don’t believe. Someone’s framin’ her.”
“Really?”
He lifted a chip heavy with meat, cheese and fixings and replied, “Really.” Then he stuffed it in his mouth and after chewing but before swallowing, he noted, “Your nachos are better than your fish pie.”
“You think?”
“Absolutely,” he swallowed and finished, “fuckin’ great.”
I smiled, pleased beyond reason that he liked my nachos. It felt like he’d told me he thought I could rule the world while carrying on a successful career as a supermodel.
“Thanks,” I muttered, suddenly feeling timid though still pleased and I looked at my plate and scooped up a chip.
“Duchess,” he called and my eyes went from my chip to him to see he was grinning at me. “Honey, you gotta know you can cook.”
“Um…” I mumbled and he shook his head.
Then he turned his attention back to his plate, murmured, “Cute,” and scooped up his own chip.
I decided, since he was being nice and I still wasn’t used to that, to change the subject.
“So, why does the drywall put you off the idea of Shauna doing the deed?” I asked and put my chip in my mouth.
“Woman isn’t stupid,” Max muttered after swallowing and while digging out another chip.
“You found out she was fooling around with Curt while she was with you,” I reminded him.
“She wanted me to, thought it’d make me jealous,” Max told me.
“Oh,” I whispered and picked up another chip.
“Shauna wouldn’t be sloppy. That’s sloppy. Clearin’ out her house and not cleanin’ away evidence?” Max shook his head, grabbed his beer and muttered, “Sloppy.” He took a drink, I twisted to get my beer and twisted back.
“So who did it?” I asked.
“Who knows? Someone who hated Curt, someone who hated Shauna and town’s full of them.”
This was true and one could almost feel sorry for the both of them.
But only almost.
I sipped beer then queried, “And Kami?”
Max looked at me. “Kami, I figure, got fucked. For whatever reason, Shauna was ready to move on, maybe with this Robert guy and, seein’ as he stands to lose everything he hitches his star to hers, Shauna wouldn’t care who she ripped off to keep livin’ the good life without workin’ for it, ‘cept on her back.”
“Even Kami?”
“She’d take advantage of Harry, who isn’t my most favorite person right now but he’s always been a good guy, she’d take advantage of Kami.”
“But Kami’s her friend, has been for years.”
“If you think about it so have I and so have Bitsy and Harry, she fucked us all without blinkin’.”
“Did you ever give her money?” I blurted and only his eyes sliced to me, his head still faced his plate and I whispered, “Sorry, dumb question.”
“I ain’t stupid either, Duchess.”
“I know that,” I said quickly.
“I know you do.” He scooped another chip, shoved it in his mouth, chewed, swallowed and continued, “Though, we went out, she never reached for her wallet.”
I bit my lip and twisted to put back my beer.
When I righted myself and studiously turned my attention back to my plate, at the same time vowing the next time we went out to dinner that I’d at least reach for wallet, Max spoke.
“Different, babe, totally.”
My eyes went to him. “Sorry?”
What he said next told me he’d read my face again.
“I was just fuckin’ her, you’re my woman, totally different.”
“I wasn’t your woman when we had buffalo burgers… or steaks at The Rooster for that matter.”
“Yeah you were, for both. Especially The Rooster, babe. We fought about you movin’ out here on the way there.”