“It wasn’t like—”
“Yeah, it was. I didn’t just jump. I pounced. One more way to tie you down. Tie you to me. Make sure you won’t leave.”
“I’m not—”
“I think about what happened to Nicole, and I feel like that’s what I’m doing, in a way. Putting you in a place. Confining you. Locking you up.”
“Eric, you’re not—”
“But I want to,” he blurts. “Figuratively. Lock you in. Keep you safe. Keep you here. Fuck, yeah. First a dog. Then moving in together. Tying you to me, to Rockton, because I’m afraid you’re going to leave.”
Before I can speak, he says, “I’m afraid, Casey, and I hate that. I hate how it makes me feel. This is Rockton. People come; people go. If I knew them and liked them, then sure, I miss them. But that’s life here, right? Everyone is temporary. Even when my parents moved down south, it was just something I had to adjust to, and fuck, it’s not like they were even my real parents.”
He rubs his face, as if he can scrub those thoughts away.
I think of Nicole, and the way life on the run affected her. For Dalton, it’s not even that. Every relationship—right back to his birth family—has been temporary. It is a life of abandonment, and yet it’s such an intrinsic part of his world that he doesn’t feel abandoned. That’s just what they do. What they must do in Rockton. People must leave. He stays.
I crawl into his lap. His arms tighten around me, and he buries his chin in the curve of my shoulder.
“That’s why I freaked out over Val saying I broke into her bedroom,” he says. “Even if I had a perfect alibi, I just … panicked. When we found out Nicole’s captor had visited her while I was in Dawson City, all I felt was relief. You wouldn’t have to consider me as a suspect.”
“I—”
“You might think I’d never do that, but every time I’m a suspect, it’s going to make you reevaluate. How well do you know me? How much can you trust me? I’m a guy you met a few months ago, and now you’re living with me, sleeping beside me, trusting me, and maybe that’s too much. Maybe it’s all too much, and it’s just not worth it.”
I put my hand under his chin and bring my face to his. “It is completely worth it,” I say, and press my lips against his. “I have no intention of leaving, but that’s not really what this is about. It’s the reality that I could. That you’d be hurt if I did.”
He nods, and I curl up in his arms.
“I’m hardly an expert,” I say, “but I think that’s just part of falling in love. You realize you don’t want to lose someone. That it would hurt if you did. I’m not used to that either. When I walked away from my life, there was only one person I regretted leaving, and even that was just regret. Losing you would hurt—really hurt—so I just … I try not to think of it.”
“I can’t stop thinking of it. I obsess over it. And the worst thing? Feeling like it’s not totally about me. It’s not under my control. What if you decide it’s not safe here? What if you miss being down south? What if the council makes you leave?”
He shifts to look at me. “Remember when you helped me deal with their threat to kick me out? Come up with a game plan? That helped—a lot. That’s what I need to do with this. Have a strategy in case you need to leave, and it’s not about me. I’ve decided I would give it a try. Life down south.”
“What?”
He leans back and shrugs, like this is no big deal. As if this isn’t the very reason the council’s threat works. As if this isn’t the reason he backed out of relationships before they got serious. Because he has no intention of leaving the north. Ever.
“I could do it,” he says.
“No,” I say. “Absolutely not. I would never ask—”
“But I’d do it, if I wasn’t the reason you were leaving. I can’t promise it’d work. But I could try.”
I want to keep arguing, but his expression warns me not to. He’s made this decision, and that’s as much a relief as his backup plan for building a new Rockton.
Instead, I say, “If you’re honestly worried about me being frightened out of Rockton, that’s bullshit. Being a homicide detective isn’t a safe or easy job anywhere. I knew that when I signed on—down there and up here.”
I continue, “As for that talk I wanted to have earlier, it wasn’t about moving too fast. Not at all. It was something Petra said about Storm. She was joking about a puppy being a starter baby.”
“Huh?”
“That having a pet together was a trial run for a baby.”