Rock Chick Rescue (Rock Chick #2)(40)

His hand shot out and he grabbed me, dragging me across the couch as he put his feet back on the table. He tucked me into his side so my shoulder was wedged under his armpit and my cheek was against his chest. He wrapped his arm around my waist, his hand resting on my hip.

Dear Lord.

I wasn’t bored anymore, I felt nice. As in, real nice.

I put my feet up on the couch and curled into him, keeping my eyes on the game and daydreaming about doing this with Eddie again, maybe every night for the rest of our lives.

The next thing I knew, my cel phone was ringing. I could also hear Eddie’s.

I’d fal en into a doze and somehow my arm got wrapped across Eddie’s waist. I came up, pul ing my hair away from my face and grabbed my phone. Eddie leaned forward and pul ed his phone out of his back pocket.

My phone said “Indy cal ing”. I flipped it open and said,

“Hel o?” at the same time I heard Eddie say, “Yeah?”

“Jet? Are you with Eddie?” Indy said by way of greeting, her voice sounding funny and not in a good way.

“Yes. Is something wrong?” I asked.

She hesitated then said, “Is he on the phone?” I looked over at him. He was listening, then his face got tight and his eyes moved to me.

“Yeah,” I said to Indy.

“He’s talking to Lee. I tried to stop him. I promise I did everything I could think of.”

I felt a chil run up my spine.

“What’s happening?” I asked.

“Listen, our adventure at Einstein’s got out and—” I didn’t hear her say anything else as the phone was pul ed from my hand and flipped closed.

My head snapped around to Eddie.

“Hey! I was talking to Indy.”

“I know.”

He slid his and my phones on the table, looked at me, his eyes serious and maybe a little pissed off.

“What’s going on?” I asked, moving away from him.

“You’ve had a busy day,” he said.

Uh-oh.

I thought, at that juncture, it might be wise to keep my mouth shut.

“Went lookin’ for your Dad like I asked you not to do and found some trouble at a bagel place,” he said.

I forgot about keeping my mouth shut.

“Eddie, it’s none of your…”

His eyes narrowed.

“Chiquita, if you tel me it’s none of my business, I swear to God, I’l shoot you.”

I jumped up from the couch and put my hands to my hips.

“Wel it isn’t!”

He angled off the couch and took a step toward me so he was towering over me.

I real y wished I had my shoes back but I held my ground.

“It f**king well is,” he said in his scary quiet voice.

I glared at him.

“How do you figure that?” I asked.

He threw his arms out and looked around.

“What the f**k do you think is happening here?”

“I don’t know!” I yel ed at him and, actual y, I didn’t.

He looked away from me, tore his hand through his hair and muttered in Spanish. Then he turned back to me.

and muttered in Spanish. Then he turned back to me.

“Witnesses state that a blonde woman of your description was seen rol ing around on the floor at Einstein’s on Alameda with a guy who fits the description of Vince Fratel i.”

I decided, again, to be silent.

“Jet, Vince Fratel i is a bad guy. Not just a bad guy, a scary bad guy. He’s muscle for a very scary bad guy. Who knows what he’s done? Likely broken knees, cut off fingers, kil ed people. And you attacked him in f**king Einstein’s Bagels.”

Not good. Real y not good. Vince did sound like a scary bad guy.

I went into defense mode. “Wel I didn’t know!” I yel ed.

Eddie’s quiet voice went away and he shouted.

“What the f**k were you thinking?”

“He cal ed you a wetback!” I shouted right back.

Yeesh.

Eddie stood stock stil and stared at me.

“I’m sorry?” he asked.

“I didn’t think. He said it and I just flipped out and the next thing I knew we were rol ing around on the floor. Indy yel ed at me to knee him in the nuts, I did, Tex grabbed me and we took off. The whole thing lasted less than ten minutes.” He shook his head.

“I don’t know whether to kiss you or shake some sense into you.”

I knew which one I would pick but I was too angry to make the suggestion.

I backed away and rounded the coffee table, retrieved my shoes and turned to Eddie.

“I want to go home,” I said.

“You aren’t goin’ home. We’re not done talkin’.” I turned and walked toward the kitchen.

We were so done talking.

I nearly made it when he caught my hand, gave it a yank and I whirled around. He twisted my arm around my back and pul ed my body up against his.

“I’m f**kin’ sick and tired of watching you walk away from me,” he growled.

My heart stopped.

This would probably be part of that hot-blooded thing Blanca was talking about.

“Eddie…”

He didn’t let me start.

“You’ve dated Mexican-Americans before, people say shit. It’s their problem, you ignore it.”