After his kiss last night and order that he was taking me out tonight, I hadn’t been sure if I could do it. I knew he wanted to talk to me and explain about what I’d heard, but seriously – that discussion could have gone in any direction, including the one where he was just ‘getting it out of his system’ before anything happened between us. That would have sucked balls.
Him helping me with this, though, chipped away at the wall I’d built around me two nights ago. This was the Jarrod I knew, the Jarrod who I’d semi fallen in love with months ago. This was the Jarrod that I understood.
So, having this Jarrod in front of me, helping me with my niece, the awkwardness and wariness that I’d still been feeling for him lessened.
JarrodAfter we’d given Elodie her Tylenol, and she was settled back down again with her ugly ass purple bear in her arms, we went back through to the room we’d been in before, and that’s when I took in what was in it and realized it was Katy’s bedroom. I’d known it would be given that our houses were identical, but I’d been so focused on the problem at hand that I hadn’t actually put two and two together.
Now I was, so I was going to try to get some more clues about Katy. I wanted to know everything I could about her, and this was a great place to start. It also had her bed. The bed that Katy slept in at night. I wonder if she wore something, or if she slept naked? Looking behind me, I saw a tall drawer unit… Which drawer had her panties and bras?
Katy came in and closed the door slightly behind her. “Ok, she’s out. I’ve set a timer on my phone for an hour so I can take her temperature again.”
Making my way over to her bed, I sat down on the edge and patted the space beside me. It was time. “That was a good idea. Come and sit for a second, baby.”
She didn’t play any games or try to delay it at all, not Katy Crew. Instead, she walked over and dropped down, her attention on the countdown display on her phone.
“Katy,” I called, trying to get her attention with her bangs now in her face.
Lifting her head up, she blew out a big puff of air that lifted them. Somehow, through some follicle miracle, they landed in the right spot, the one that they were always in when I saw her – swept to the side, covering her eyebrow, and framing her gorgeous eye.
“While we’re waiting, I want to have the talk with you I was going to have tonight. Is that ok?” When she nodded, but her expression turned wary, I shot her a smile and reached out for her hand. “What you heard most sure as shit wasn’t me with another woman. I mean, I was with another woman, but that’s not what you heard.” When she froze and stiffened up, I hissed, “Shit, I’m fucking this up.” Turning her hand around so that I could lace my fingers with hers, I started gently rubbing the area of her hand that was accessible to my thumb. “A while back, I was in a cell at the Police Department. While I was in there, I started singing to get my mind off the shit I’d been involved in – which, just to say, wasn’t my fault. A man was beating on his woman and I stopped it – and Tabby was in the cell next door.”
Nodding at me, she whispered, “I’d heard about that, and you did the right thing. So did Dave when he put you in there so that the asshole wouldn’t come after you.”
That he was, Dave was a great guy. “Agreed. But while I was singing, Tabby said I should narrate erotic books because of my voice. It was a joke for a while, and then it wasn’t a joke.”
I’d expected to see disgust, disappointment, confusion, anything other than what I saw on her face when she heard this. “Oh shit, that’s so freaking cool. You’re narrating audible books?”
“That I am. And for the last however many days, I was doing my first dual narration where I did it at the same time as the female narrator for the book.”
“How does that work?” she asked, no doubt wondering if the chick had been in my house.
“You go online together and record at the same time. We have a special program that does it for us, and we also have a copy of the book that’s highlighted in different colors to tell us who says what.”
“That’s pretty handy,” she mumbled.
“Not many people know I’m doing this, baby. In fact, until last night, I could count it on one hand and still have spare fingers.”