Page 47 of Voice to Raise
He arched an eyebrow.
I grasped the hair by the base of his neck and tugged.
He moaned. “Do that again and I’ll ask for another blow job right here and now.”
I glanced at the windows—now mostly clear. The rain still pelted down. I cocked my head,
“Yeah. Later.” He secured his seatbelt, put the SUV in Drive, checked over his shoulder, and entered into traffic. “Will you program the GPS? I should’ve asked for your address before.”
“You were busy.”
“Huh?” He executed a smooth right turn.
“With, you know, people.” I entered my address into his system.
“Left turn onto Main Street in one kilometer.” The computer voice spoke smoothly.
I jolted. “Is that…Irish?”
“Yep. You weren’t jealous, were you?”
“Of your sexy sounding GPS? No.” I could be obtuse when the situation called for it.
“I meant when I went into the café.”
“Why would I be jealous?”
He stopped at a red light and glanced over at me.
Those intense dark-brown eyes held me enthralled.
“Okay, maybe a bit.”
He grinned. “No reason to be. Ty is in a very interesting poly relationship with two, uh, interesting people.”
“Sounds like a lot of interesting.”
He guffawed. “True. I’ll admit the unconventionality makes me curious. I’ll also say I’m a one-person man. I’m big on monogamy. I demand the same from whomever I’m in a relationship with.”
The light turned green and, after looking both ways, he advanced into the intersection. Prudent, given the insanity of Vancouver drivers. And also because he’d lost his parents in a wreck and probably didn’t want to go through that.
As a cyclist who frequently had near-misses with drivers, I appreciated his caution. “Monogamy is good.”
“Did your ex cheat on you?”
“No.” I interlaced my fingers and tightened them.
“Are you lying to me?”
I cast a glance his way, even though his focus was on the road. “No, I’m not lying. I mean, I suppose Paul could’ve cheated on me. He—” I blew out a breath. “He was very career-focused. I was someone who might help him get ahead. Best I can figure, he wouldn’t have risked my ire.”
“Would you have been ire-ish?”
“No.” Even as I said the word emphatically, I considered. “Well, maybe. I thought we were in a long-term relationship, you know? We talked about marriage sometimes, but we were sort of vague about future plans. Just living for the moment.”
“Or so you told yourself.”
My breath caught. “Yeah, or so I told myself. It’s amazing how easy it can be to lie to ourselves.” I scratched my nose.
