Lovely Trigger (Tristan & Danika #3)(44)

“Center stage, three rows back.  It was nearly a year ago, just a few months after I moved back into town.”

He studied me for a minute, then went back to eating.

“Those are great seats.  I’ll have to put you in the balcony next time, though.  That’s a different experience altogether.”

We were nearly finished before either of us spoke again.

“Were you alone?” asked Tristan, a tense thread in his voice.

I took a long drink of water and finished chewing my food.  “Excuse me?”

“When you came and saw my act.”  He spoke very slowly, tasting the words, as though he wasn’t sure he really wanted to know.  “Were you alone, when you watched me, three rows back, center stage?”

“No.”  I watched him when I said it, felt his flinch with him.

I was familiar with what he was thinking and feeling right then.  I’d thought and felt the same, when I’d watched his show, performing parts of it with a woman he’d been sleeping with for years.

“I don’t suppose I should assume that you went with Bev or Frankie, huh?”

Why did it feel like a betrayal, when I looked at it through his eyes?  Why did I feel like I needed to explain myself?

Because I’d known, even then, that he’d want me to see him perform, but also, I’d known very well, that he wouldn’t want me to be with another man when I did it.

I suddenly felt just awful about it.  Which was so stupid.

The feeling was not rational, but it was powerful.  Enough so I felt the need to offer him an excuse.

“He surprised me with tickets.  That’s the only reason I went to see you with him.”

His jaw clenched, and he tossed down his napkin, nostrils flared.  “And by him, you mean…”

“Yes, Andrew.”

“Don’t.  Please, don’t say his name to me.”

That had me bristling.  “Tone it down, will you?  Don’t ask the question if you don’t want the answer.  You haven’t been an angel yourself.  In fact, if we’re keeping score, you have a lot more names in your column that I don’t ever want to hear you utter.”

He didn’t say a word, but his eyes screamed at me.  This was a hurtful subject, for both of us, and we needed to get way better at avoiding it.

When he finally spoke again, his face was composed, his voice calm.  “Well, you need to come see the show again, alone.  That’s all there is to it.  I’ll snag you a balcony for tonight.”

“How about this?  I’ll come see you, but not on a night when you’re performing with anyone that you have f**ked or are f**king.”

It came out harsh, but that was how I meant it.  This was harsh stuff, for both of us.  And I was not going to sit through another one of his shows, with f**king Mona assisting him.

He took a deep breath.  “Jesus.  I’m not f**king any of the assistants, if that’s what you mean.”

I set my jaw hard before I could say her name.  “Not even Mona?”

He winced, and I had to restrain from shouting out an immature, ‘Ah hah’.

“Not even her.”

Well that was something, but certainly not everything.  There was so much wiggle room in ‘not f**king.’ It could mean he’d only stopped yesterday, for all I knew.  “I said, have f**ked, too.”

He looked unhappy.  “Okay, I’ll get you set up in the balcony on another day, when she’s not working, but I want to come by your house when I’m done tonight.”

“No.”  I didn’t elaborate or offer any excuses.

“We’ll play a round of ‘tell me something.’”

That was tempting, but not quite tempting enough.  “God, I almost forgot about that stupid game.”  I fought not to smile.  “But no.”

“I want to see your house.  I want the tour.”

I snorted.  “Not likely.  I’ve been to your house twice, and I haven’t even seen the second floor.  You aren’t getting a tour of mine until I get one of yours.”

“Okay.  Come by my house tonight.  I’ll give you a key, and you can let yourself in and wait for me.”

“No.”

“Okay.  Back to the original plan.  I’ll be by your place later tonight.”

“I work in the morning.  If you want to come by after a performance, at least do it when I’m off the next day.”

He smiled big.  “Tomorrow night then.  That’s perfect.”

I glared at him.  He’d done it again.  That tactic seemed to work on me every time.  “You can only get away with that trick so many times before I stop falling for it.”

“I can live with that.  I’ll just move onto another one.  You’re forgetting just how many tricks I have up my sleeve.”

I rolled my eyes, though I couldn’t seem to stop smiling.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

DANIKA

I found myself challenged with the issue of non-dressing up for his visit to my house.  Obviously, by the time he showed up after his show, it would be late at night, and I’d look like I was trying too hard if I was still dressed up for work.