Some things a man had to handle for himself.
CHAPTER EIGHT
MIKE AND HIS PARTNER often ate lunch at the deli near the courthouse, one block from the station, and today was no different. Dan was extolling the virtues of married life while Mike remained silent. He didn’t have a typical marriage, so why bother joining the discussion? Besides, for the last two days Dan had been happy to provide enough conversation for the both of them, allowing Mike to deflect most inquiries about his personal life.
“So enough about me and Nat. How’s Amber?” Dan asked before biting into a French fry.
“Fine,” Mike said in a monotone.
“And how’s married life treating you?”
“Just fine,” he said in the same tone.
Dan rolled his eyes. “The hell i
t is. Not if you’re still giving me short nonanswers. Just how long did you think I’d let you off the hook?”
“You want me to gossip like a woman?” Mike asked pointedly.
“Low blow, buddy.” Dan paused to pour more ketchup on his plate. “Seriously. What’s the matter? Aren’t you getting laid?”
That was so far from the problem, Mike couldn’t help but laugh. “I’m just not going to kiss and tell, no matter how many different ways you ask.” Mike had yet to come to grips with his wife and her secrets. Sharing how she’d taken off with his cash wasn’t something Mike was willing to confide. Not even with his partner.
Dan narrowed his gaze. “You’re being protective of your wife. I’ll take that as a good sign.” Dan held up a fry to make his point before eating it.
Mike tackled his burger, hoping if he continued to ignore his partner, Dan would change the subject.
“Is Amber cooking for you?”
Apparently Dan wouldn’t be deterred. “She makes me breakfast, but I haven’t been home for dinner. And before you jump to any more brilliant conclusions, remember it’s only been a couple of nights.”
“What’s her specialty? Cold cereal?” Dan asked.
“Eggs. What’s wrong with you, asking stupid questions like that?”
Dan shook his head. “What’s wrong with you? You’ve got a hot woman at home who’s cooking your meals and warming your bed and you’re afraid to go home. When I mention married life, you act as if you’re on death row. So I ask again. What’s wrong with you?”
Mike could understand his partner’s concern. But he wasn’t about to elaborate. “It’s not that simple,” he said, jaw clenched.
“It could be. You married a stranger in Vegas. She followed you home. Now you’re supposed to enjoy the get-to-know-you honeymoon stage. A little backward, but what did you expect?” Dan asked, his voice tinged with a combination of frustration and curiosity.
Mike had expected honesty. He’d wanted Amber to open up to him immediately upon her return. How else could he begin to understand her?
Hell, it wasn’t as if he hadn’t given her the opportunity to confide in him. Instead, she’d deliberately changed the subject, which told him she was hiding something big. Something she obviously didn’t trust him to know.
Because she didn’t think he could handle whatever it was?
For all he knew, she was right. He wouldn’t know what he could handle until she confessed. And for such a big reveal, she needed to trust him. Clearly she didn’t. Yet, just as obviously, she was trying to make the marriage work. He, on the other hand, had been grumpy and obnoxious outside the bedroom.
He groaned and pushed his plate away from him. He’d been handling her all wrong, he decided.
“How ’bout you cut the lady some slack?” Dan suggested. “You never know. You just might enjoy having her around.”
Mike nodded slowly, having just reached the same conclusion. “Anyone ever tell you that you aren’t as dumb as you look? Maybe I should give Amber a break.” It wasn’t as though living with her was torture.
She was beautiful, sweet, and when he let himself forget she’d stolen his money and taken off, he could almost believe she had a heart of gold. Added to that, there were plenty of perks, as Dan had pointed out. If they could find common ground, maybe they could make this thing work.
Unless whatever she was hiding drove an even bigger wedge between them.