Rock Chick Rescue (Rock Chick #2)(39)
I came forward and took the box from her. “That sounds lovely. Dinner was delicious, by the way. Thank you.”
“De nada,” she said, graciously inclining her head.
Everyone stood around, smiling at each other. That was, everyone but Eddie.
Final y, I broke the silence. “Did you get enough for everyone? Should I serve these?” I asked Blanca.
“No!” Eddie final y snapped and I couldn’t help myself, I turned my smile to him.
He glared at me.
His family watched us.
Eddie looked at his mother and said something in Spanish. It didn’t take an interpreter to translate she was being ousted.
“Al right, al right. We’re going,” she said and turned to me, “Eddie told me about tu madre. How is she?” I was stil smiling, too amused to be annoyed she knew about Mom.
“She’s fine.”
“She need company tonight? Maybe we could swing around…”
I couldn’t help myself, I started laughing.
Eddie didn’t think it was funny and started talking, more Spanish, this rapid-fire, beyond annoyed and vaguely threatening.
“Ay Dios mio, mi niño, you’re wound up tonight,” Blanca said to Eddie and Carlos burst out laughing. Blanca turned back to me, “He’s a little bit hot-blooded, just like his Papa.” No kidding. I’d already figured that out.
“I’l bear that in mind,” I told her, trying to keep a straight face
She came closer to me and looked me in the eyes. Then she nodded to herself and touched my arm. I didn’t know what to make of this either and decided to think about al of it later.
Then she walked toward Eddie, reached up and touched his shoulder. He bent low to give her a kiss on the cheek and murmured something that was stil annoyed but also sounded loving. The sight and sound of it made me feel pleasantly strange again and I had to force myself to look away.
There were good-byes and more smal waves and they were gone.
Eddie stalked toward me, grabbed the box and then stalked into the kitchen.
I walked to the doorway of the kitchen and stood there.
“That was fun,” I told him.
He put the box down and started stalking again, this time his eyes were dark and his intentions were clear.
Eek!
I retreated, slammed up against a wal and he positioned his body close to mine.
I was looking up, my head tilted way back and his face was less than an inch away.
“One thing good about that, I’ve never seen you smile so much and I don’t think I’ve ever heard you laugh.”
“Your mother’s funny,” I told him, beginning to find it difficult to breathe.
He came even closer and difficulty breathing was no longer my main concern because the oxygen in my lungs started burning.
“My mother’s meddling and nosy and hel -bent on having dozens of grandchildren, the sooner the better.” I gave a little nod in the room I had to work with. I was trying not to think of giving Blanca grandchildren, but more, trying not to think of how I’d go about doing that.
“That sounds familiar,” I said.
His hands came up to my jaw, holding my face tilted. His eyes went liquid and he muttered something in Spanish. I caught the words cariña and hermosa, I began to lift up on my toes when my cel started ringing.
“Ignore it,” Eddie said against my mouth.
I wanted to, I real y did, but I couldn’t.
“I can’t,” I whispered. “It might be Mom.” He immediately let me go and stepped away.
I walked to the kitchen and picked up the phone which had stopped ringing.
I looked to see who’d cal ed and it was again Indy. I thought this was weird, considering she knew I was on a date with Eddie. She couldn’t want a progress report this soon.
“Indy’s cal ed twice,” I said as Eddie put the Napoleons on plates.
He handed one to me.
“If she needs to speak to you, she’l phone back.” He grabbed the wine and walked into the living room. I fol owed him. He set the wine and his plate on the coffee table, went to get our glasses, put them on the table and sat down. He grabbed the remote and turned on a basebal game.
I stood next to the couch and stared at the TV.
“Um… what are we doing?” I asked.
Eddie retrieved his pastry and put his feet up on the coffee table, “I have another brother, a sister and five dozen cousins. I’m not starting anything again until visiting hours are over.”
Goodie. A reprieve.
I sat down on the opposite side of the couch, putting my phone on the coffee table and I ate my Napoleon, my eyes on the game. I wasn’t a big sports fan. If pressed I’d go to games, mainly for the atmosphere, but I wasn’t fond of watching them on television.
The minute I consumed the last bite of my pastry and put my plate down, Eddie’s feet came off the table. He leaned down, grabbed my ankles and pul ed them in his lap. Then he started to work on the straps of my shoes.
“Eddie…” I began, trying to pul my legs away.
His hands wrapped around my ankles.
“Quiet, Chiquita. You’re going to relax.” He tossed my shoes several feet away and then he pul ed off his boots. I settled into my corner, as far away from him as I could get, thinking this was slightly anti-climactic. I didn’t have high hopes for my date with Eddie but I expected it would be me who screwed things up in some way or bored him to death. I didn’t expect to spend the night watching a basebal game.