Page 162 of Rock Chick Rescue

I twisted my head around to look at him. “Eddie, did you hear me? I think something’s happening between Mom and Tex.”

Eddie’s eyes didn’t move from the TV. “Good. Gettin’ some would improve Tex’s disposition and I figure it’s been a while for your mom too.”

Eek!

“Youdid notjust say that,” I said.

Eddie found a baseball game and tossed the remote onto the table. He looked down at me.

“She’s a woman, she’s pretty. He’s a man, he’s gonna notice.”

“He’s not a man. He’s a crazy person. He’s got a shotgun and I think he has grenades.”

“From what I hear, tear gas too.” Eddie’s eyes went back to the TV.

That was it.

I pushed away and got up. “That’s it, we’re going over…oof!”

Eddie tagged me around the middle, pulled me back on the sofa and rolled over me.

“You got enough to worry about,chiquita. You don’t have to make shit up.”

My eyes widened. “I’m not making shit up!”

His eyes got warm, his eyelids lowered, his hands started roaming and I had other things to worry about.

His mouth started roaming with his hands and I stopped worrying altogether.

“This works out, Tex’ll be your stepdad,” Eddie said against my neck, his hand going under my shirt.

I thought about that. It actually wasn’t a bad thought. Tex was a nut, but he was a good guy.

“He’d be a good stepdad,” I said into Eddie’s ear and I slid my hands in his shirt.

Eddie looked down at me.

“Shit works out in weird ways.” He touched his lips to mine, then he lifted his head and said, “Two months ago, I couldn’t get you to look at me. Now you’re livin’ with me.”

“Temporarily,” I said.

“Whatever. Just as long as I get to make you sweet on a routine basis, I don’t give a fuck.”

My breath caught.

The doorbell rang.

“Pizza time!” I said a little loudly, considering his face was less than an inch away.

Eddie’s eyes lit, he smiled and then he kissed me, the smile still on his face (I could feel it), making the pizza guy wait. Then he angled up and left me panting on the couch and thinking that, just as long as Eddie kissed me like that on a routine basis, I didn’t want anything to do with temporarily.

* * *

We both tookoff our boots and settled in for the night.

We ate the pizza. Eddie drank a couple of beers, and as I’d already had over my alcohol quota for the day (and had to be prepared for whatever the evening would bring), I drank Diet Coke. We watched a game for a while, me up against Eddie’s side with my bare feet tucked under me on the couch. Eddie’s feet were on the table.

It felt good. It felt nice. It felt so good and so nice that I could get used to it. I knew I shouldn’t, but I decided just to go with it…for now.

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