Oh God, no. Not the pizza.
Roberta, please shut up!
Before I could open my mouth to say something that might make my friend shut up, she kept going. “Trust me, nothing is worth missing Mara’s barbeque chicken pizza. Nuh-thing. Next time, make certain you don’t get called away.”
Mitch’s eyes cut to me.
Oh crap.
“Uh…” I mumbled.
“I love Auntie Mara’s pizza!” Billie screeched.
Oh crap!
“I should probably get back to work,” I put in, unfortunately sounding just as desperate to escape this new and excruciating personal life crisis as I was.
“Oh no, no, take your time, dear,” Mr. Pierson said magnanimously. “Or, actually,” he looked at Mitch, “what kind of mattress do you have?”
Damn.
“What kinds are there?” Mitch unwisely asked and Mr. Pierson’s face melted into a smile.
“Son, you walked into the den of a master. If you aren’t able to extol the virtues of your mattress, Mara will guide you to one that you are. So, while you’re here, you need to let Mara show you our Spring Deluxe.”
No! I was not going to show Mitch mattresses!
I stepped out of Mr. Pierson’s arm and slightly to the side, saying quickly, “Mitch is really busy. He has things to do. You know, the streets of Denver never stay clean for long.” I looked at Mitch and prompted, “Right?”
“I have time to look at the Spring Deluxe,” Mitch drawled.
My eyes narrowed.
“Excellent!” Roberta exclaimed. “It’s my dinner break, Mara, so I’ll just take the kids with me to Kentucky Fried Chicken.” She looked down at Billie. “You want chicken?”
“Chicken!” Billie yelled which meant yes.
“Billy?” Roberta asked.
“Sounds good,” Billy replied, slinking toward the front door, trying not to look like he was watching Mitch while watching Mitch.
Roberta grabbed Billie’s hand and said to Mitch, “Great meeting you.”
“You too,” Mitch replied.
“‘Bye Mitch!” Billie cried, moving away with Roberta and waving at Mitch so hard her hand was a blur.
“‘Bye Billie,” Mitch called to her waving, retreating form then his eyes went to Billy. “Later, Bud.”
“Later,” Billy mumbled and hurried after Roberta and his sister.
“I’ll just leave you in Mara’s capable hands,” Mr. Pierson said, his hand suddenly at my back giving me a none-too-gentle shove which made me take two steps in Mitch’s direction. Then he started moving away, saying, “Remember, two hour window on delivery freeing you up for the rest of your day.”
I watched his departing back at the same time I took a calming breath. Then I tipped my head up to look at Mitch.
“I think the coast is clear for you to go now,” I told him.
“Before you show me the Spring Deluxe?” he asked, the warmth back in his eyes and it hit me that he was teasing me.
That knife twisted even as it sunk in deeper.
“This isn’t funny,” I whispered.
His eyes roamed my face as the warmth left his. It grew thoughtful then he took a step toward me.
I stepped back.
He stopped and looked at my feet. Then he looked back at me and took another step toward me.
I stepped back.
He kept coming and I had to stop when the backs of my legs hit a mattress. That was when he got in close.
Damn.
I tipped my head way back to look at him. “Mitch –”
“Actually, that whole thing was funny,” he replied to my earlier comment.
“No, actually, it wasn’t,” I retorted. “Now, you don’t want to be around me and this is your chance to escape so,” I tipped my head to the front door, “go.”
It was like I didn’t even speak. “Except your friend saying I got called away from pizza. That wasn’t funny.” His head dipped closer. “You lie to your friends, Mara?”
I stared into his eyes and realized he wasn’t amused or teasing anymore. I didn’t know what he was but I knew he wasn’t amused or teasing. Not even close.
“I don’t often share my personal life,” I told him. “Now –”
“That’s because you don’t have one,” he told me.
I clamped my mouth shut and fought the tears that suddenly stung my nose because him saying that and knowing it really hurt.
Then I tried, “Listen, it’s only Roberta and me on the floor so I really need to get back to work.”
His head lifted. His eyes scanned the cavernous space that was empty except for him and me, a bunch of furniture and mattresses. Then they came back to me. “Now you’re lying to me.”
Damn. Why was I such a dork?
“Mitch –”
“And not very well either.”
“Um…”
“What are you afraid of, Mara?”
I bit my lip and then answered, “Uh…”
“What scares you so fuckin’ much?” he asked.
Totally a police detective and therefore totally figuring me out. I hated that.
I looked at his shoulder.
“And what did you mean, people like you?” he pushed.
Oh boy.
I looked back into his eyes. “Um…”
“What kind of people are you?”
I took a quick step to the side and then another step back and blurted, “Would you like to see the Spring Deluxe?”
He turned to face me again. “No, I’d like to know why you think I don’t want to be around you.”
I ignored him and stated, “It’s an exceptional mattress.”
He closed the distance between us. When I started to move back, his arm shot out and curled around my waist, halting my progress even before it began. His other arm came around me, caging me in.
In Mitch’s arms again. This time at work. Great.
“Have I ever given you the impression I don’t want to be around you?” he kept at me.
Yes. He had. There was the time he told me I had my head up my ass and all the other times he said it. And the times he told me I was clueless. And not ten minutes ago when he was in the break room with me which was also a time when he shared he thought I was clueless and had my head up my ass.
I didn’t remind him of this. Instead I said, “It’s our highest end model but it’s worth the price. Trust me. You try it, you’ll want to buy it and there’s a possibility that Mr. Pierson will let me give you my employee discount.”
“You’re not gonna answer any of my questions, are you?”
“Lumbar support is very important and the Spring Deluxe provides excellent support while affording ultimate comfort,” I stated instead of answering. And I knew this to be true because I’d experienced it but also because I was quoting verbatim from their brochure.
He stared down at me and I pushed carefully against his arms hoping he’d get the hint, drop his arms and let me step back.
He didn’t.
Instead he said quietly, “Billy’s lookin’ at me like I told him there’s no Santa Claus.”
I closed my eyes.
“You did that,” Mitch told me and I opened my eyes.
“Billy knows there’s no Santa Claus. Bill already told him so he wouldn’t have to buy him presents at Christmas,” I shared more information that cemented the fact that my cousin Bill was indeed an assclown. Not that Bill needed it. His assclownedness was carved in marble.
Mitch shook his head and muttered, “Priceless.”
I pressed my lips together.
Mitch leaned in closer. “I broke through with him. He doesn’t trust anyone except you and I broke through. Then you broke that. You did that, Mara.”
“I’m sure you’ll break through again this weekend, Mitch,” I said softly.
“I’m not considerin’ Billy doesn’t give much of a shit who treats him right. What he does give a shit about is who treats his sister right and who treats you right and he thinks I walked away on Monday and left you to fend for yourself. And he might only be nine years old but he still knows exactly the load you took on takin’ on him and his sister. So now he thinks I’m a dick. And you did that.”