When he finished eating, I offered, “If you’ll fire up the computer while I clean up the kitchen, I’ll change your password.”
“Sounds good,” he muttered, sucking back a swig of cola and rounding the bar. I felt him get close to me as he went and was in the act of turning to him when I felt his hand curl around my neck, palm at my throat then his lips were at my hair at the top of my head. His fingers gave my neck a squeeze, he let go and without a word he walked away.
I sat there immobilized, uncertain what to make of Max’s casual ability to be affectionate in pretty much every way, verbally, physically, with his face, his eyes. I knew how it made me feel, which was a dangerous feeling and I knew it would be dangerously easy to get used to it, I just didn’t know what to make of it.
Yes, it was time to be smart, sane and rational and get out of there before I let my mind wander to what I wanted to make of it.
I put the dishes in the dishwasher, wiped down the counters and grabbed my diet cola.
By the time I hit the alcove, Max was sitting at the roll top, the screen on the computer was lit.
“What do you want me to change it to?” I asked as he rose from the chair and held its back for me to sit in it so I did and he stood at my side.
“I’m thinkin’ shebitchfromhell666 might continue to be a reminder of Shauna,” Max muttered drily.
I pressed my lips together in order not to laugh and slid my eyes up to look at him.
Then I unpressed my lips and asked, “So what do you want?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“It has to be something you can remember.”
“Nina, honestly, it doesn’t matter. It could be one, two, three, four.”
I shook my head in horror and advised, “It can’t be one, two, three, four. That’s way too easy to hack.”
“Considerin’ I check my e-mail about once every three months, dump most of it, check the weather every once in awhile and got nothin’ else on there, ain’t nothin’ to hack.”
I sighed and explained, “Yes but you rent this place and other people could use it, look up porn, maybe even icky stuff.”
He grinned. “Icky stuff?”
I ignored his grin and the way it communicated he thought I was adorable (and the way that made me feel) and continued, “Icky stuff, icky stuff that could get you into trouble. Don’t you watch television?”
“Not much.”
“Well, your every day pedophile probably wouldn’t hesitate renting a beautiful, A-Frame in the mountains and enjoying himself by accessing your one, two, three, four computer.”
“Jesus, darlin’.”
“Sick people are everywhere. Just watch Criminal Minds.”
“If that’s their subject matter, I’m thinkin’ I’ll avoid it.”
“It’s really good,” I told him, warming to my topic because I liked that show and therefore I idiotically lost myself and did not keep my mouth shut. “They have this really smart, genius guy who’s fascinating. And this really sharp, tough lady. And this hilarious computer mastermind who wears funky clothes and always has perfect lipstick. And they almost always get the bad guy.”
He was grinning down at me again when he muttered, “Sounds like I’m missin’ out.”
“It’s worth it just for Penelope Garcia’s lipstick and the stuff she wears in her hair, trust me,” I shared.
I stopped talking when I saw his eyes start glittering and his body start shaking and his face definitely said he thought I was adorable.
Instead, I looked at the computer and got down to business, clicking through the screens to take me to the window that changed the password and I asked, “What’s your favorite number?”
“Lucky number’s three.”
I pulled in breath through my nostrils. That was my favorite number.
And it was Charlie’s.
“Okay, then, something three…” I prompted.
“Make it up, Nina.”
“Give me something to go on.”
“Just make it up, I’ll write it down and hide it somewhere.”
I looked up at him. “Max –”
He cut me off and said, “Three duchess three.”
I wasn’t certain but I was pretty sure I felt the blood draining from my face.
I didn’t shift my eyes from the screen when I asked, “Sorry?”
“Three duchess three, I won’t forget that.”
“But –”
“Type it in, babe.”
“But, Max –”
“Type it in.”
I sat there paralyzed and when I didn’t move Max leaned into me, picking out the letters on the keyboard with one finger then again to confirm then his hand covered mine on the mouse and he clicked “OK”.
His hand still on mine on the mouse, he twisted his head to look at me and he said, “That should do it.”
“I have to go,” I blurted and watched his brows draw together.
“What?”
I slid my hand from under his, rolled the chair away as he straightened and I stood, repeating, “I’ve got to go.” I held out my hand, palm up and requested, “Can I have my car keys?”
His brows were still knitted when he asked, “Where you goin’?”
“To town.”
“To shop?”
“To check into the hotel.”
He took a step toward me murmuring, “Duchess.”
I took a step back.
He stopped, his brows snapped together again and his face grew dark.
“What the fuck?”
“Thanks for, you know, today and last night and everything but, I have to go.”
“Why?”
Why?
There were so many reasons we’d both be eighty if I took the time to enumerate them all.
“I just do.”
“Give me a reason.”
“Max –”
“One,” he demanded firmly.
“Okay,” I said to get it over with, “maybe I’ve got it wrong, what’s happening here, but if I don’t perhaps I should remind you, I’m wearing another man’s engagement ring.”
“You don’t gotta remind me, Duchess, you gotta remind you.”
Oh drat.
I was getting angry, I could feel it.
“I’m sorry?” I said quietly.
“No woman had my ring on her finger when I got into bed with you last night.”
“Yes, well,” I leaned toward him, “I’m glad you brought that up.”
“Because you’re pissed I did it?”
“Yes!”
“Then why’d you wake up at two and stay in bed with me until mornin’?”
I stared at him at a loss for words mainly because any explanation I could give him I was never going to give him. And I realized, belatedly, even if it was to give him something as important as a rock solid alibi when the police popped by to question him as a potential murder suspect, perhaps I shouldn’t have shared that tidbit.
Then I announced, “I’m leaving,” and I started to walk around him but he took a quick step to his left and caught me by the waist, pulling me in front of him. “Take your hands off me!” I snapped but his arms wrapped around me tight, bringing me up full frontal to his body.
“This is something we both wanna explore,” he declared, my eyes narrowed and I wedged my arms between us, my hands against his chest.
“This?”
“What we got, what’s happenin’ here, you and me.”
“It is not!”
“No?”
“No.”
He looked over my head and clipped out, “Christ, you’re full of shit.”
“I am not!”
He looked back at me, giving me a shake. “Oh yeah, Nina, you are.”
“You don’t even know me!”
“I know enough I wanna know more.”
“Well, you can’t know more. I’m leaving.”