I Belong to You (Inside Out #5)(20)

“Good. Do that.” There’s a knock on the door. “I need to go.”

I end the call as my father pokes his head in the door enough for me to see his blue and red team jersey. “Everything okay?” he asks.

“Fine,” I say, stashing the phone in my pocket and walking in his direction, wondering if Ms. Smith said something to make him think otherwise. “Just a quick business call.”

“Your mother’s asking for you,” he says, and I sense nothing beneath the comment. “The Chinese food was dropped off downstairs. Jacob is bringing it up.” The doorbell rings. “That’ll be it. We’re eating in our bedroom. Your mother doesn’t want to try to go to the table. She’s afraid it will wear her out.”

He disappears, and I face what is inevitable. A cozy dinner with me, my parents, and Ms. Smith, whom I just told I want to f*ck. I’m treating her like a damn yo-yo, which is wrong and I have to fix it. Based on how upset she was when she left, perhaps I already have. Calculated anger was one thing, but that was pain—the very thing she’s tried to help me get past.

“Mark!” my father calls, and I scrub the roughness of new stubble, joining him and Jacob in the hallway. “Get the rest, will you, son?” my father asks, his arms loaded down with bags.

“Got it,” I say as he heads toward the bedroom. “You heard that Ms. Smith changed her mind about using us for security?” I ask Jacob softly.

“I did. Royce Walker was going to talk to her tomorrow if she didn’t change her mind. We dodged a bullet on that one. He never asks. He tells you as he rolls over you. And Ms. Smith doesn’t do well with force.”

“No, she doesn’t,” I say, “which is why her sudden change of heart seems a bit too easy. What reason did she give you for agreeing?”

“She said it was to protect you.”

“How so?”

“She says if you keep intentionally baiting her into arguments, you’ll need protection from her, so it’s only fair you should pay for it.”

I laugh. “She knew you’d repeat that. So tell me: Who’s baiting who?”

Jacob lifts his hands. “I plead the Fifth, considering I have to protect you both. I’ll leave it to you two to wrestle out your differences.”

“Hmm. That’s a visual I can’t quite get my mind around.”

“Creative visuals, a lethal weapon when I want to be one, and I grill a great steak. My specialties, at your service. Can I get you anything right now?”

“I’ll settle for Chinese right now.”

“Have it your way,” he says, turning to leave.

I back up and kick the door shut, and the security system automatically locks it. I walk the short distance to one of the two master bedrooms and find my parents on the massive oak bed while Crystal stands at the small conference table my mother uses in place of a desk. As she removes food from a bag, Crystal’s gaze lifts and finds mine and the detachment in her stare speaks volumes. I’m right. I hurt her, and I did it in some deep, cutting way I don’t fully understand.

Quick to look away, she finishes emptying the bag as I cross the room to join her. “I hope you’re going to eat tonight, Mother.”

“It sure smells good,” she says. “The first thing that has in a long time.”

“Excellent,” I say. “I believe I have the drinks.” I halt directly across from Ms. Smith and set my bag on one of the two chairs.

She places a container in front of me. “Cashew chicken.”

“How do you know it’s mine?” I ask, trying to get her to look at me again.

Her lashes lift. “You just seem like a cashew chicken kind of guy.”

“I told her,” my mother informs me. “She gets the same thing.”

“So you’re a cashew chicken kind of girl?” I ask.

“And her birthday is next week, too,” my mother adds. “November twenty-third. One day after yours.”

“But you’re about a decade older than me,” Crystal says, giving my father his food.

“Older and wiser.”

She snatches a drink from in front of me and passes it to my father, a combative energy between us. “Younger and more versatile.”

My father roars out laughter. “I do believe our son has met his match, Dana.”

“That’s why I hired her,” Dana says as Crystal kicks off her shoes and walks to my mother’s side. “She doesn’t stand down to anyone except me.”

Crystal sets a tray over my mother’s lap and then places her food and a soda on it. “Now eat, and I want nothing left. You need to gain weight.”

I laugh and settle into my chair. “I guess you’re right. She backs down to no one.”

Crystal returns to the table and it’s all I can do not to watch every move she makes. Once she’s across from me again, opening her plasticware, I say, “Versatile, but unwilling to try new things.”

“Old and incapable of thinking outside of the same box.”

I want to drag her back into the library and f*ck her right now. She glares a warning at me over the way I’m looking at her, but my father and mother are absorbed in jabbering away, and I ignore her. “We need to finish our talk.”