Petey padded from the bedroom and sat at the dining table,
folding a leg under her. Jon was at the
head of the table pouring cream into a coffee cup. When he had stirred the contents, he slid it
toward her.
“Do you want something to eat? There are bagels, Danish, croissants and
fruit.”
The dark cherry table reminded her of the one at her
grandmother’s house, shined to such a high gloss that she could see herself in
the surface. She reached across her
reflection for a small plate, which she filled with a croissant and a couple of
plump strawberries.
“I do have one really simple question,” Jon mentioned
casually while pouring his own coffee.
Selecting a Danish from the assortment of food, he asked, “Patience
what? What does the T stand for?”
The silly, off-the-wall question diffused some of her
tension, and Petey popped the end of a strawberry in her mouth and chewed
through her smirk. “I should make you
guess.”
“Nuh-uh,” he mumbled around his own bite of Danish. “I’ve waited almost two months to find out
your first name. You gotta toss me some
kinda bone, Baby.”
“I’m going to kind of miss having secrets to taunt you
with.” Ingesting a cautious sip of
coffee, she swallowed and frowned at the hot liquid sliding down her throat. “It’s Teagan, after my birth mother. She was Irish.”
He gave a thoughtful nod.
“Black Irish?”
“Mm-hmm.” She
broke off a small piece of the croissant and popped it into her mouth. “That’s the blue eyes and black hair.”
He polished off the last of his food and leaned forward
on his elbows, hand curled loosely around his coffee cup. “I didn’t realize I’d be happy to find that
the pink was still in your hair. I guess
maybe you wouldn’t seem like you without it.”
That was a big deal for him, she thought. Maybe he would actually step into the light
of day with her, after all. Eventually.
“You finished?”
He’d seen that she picked up a piece of the pastry only to put it back
on the plate.
“I think so.” The
closer it got to the inevitable, the more her throat wanted to constrict. She didn’t think anything else would go
down.
He snuck his hand across the small span of table
separating them, and laced his fingers together with hers. “Then it’s time. Talk to me.
Tell me why you ran away.”
One corner over her mouth pulled back as she chose the
words she wanted to use. “I ran away
because I had to have some time to think about what I was going to do, and
because you were going to be furious.”
Sighing, she told him, “We had already been fighting so often. I wasn’t up to doing it again.”
“Baby, I told you that I would fix whatever was
wrong. I meant it.”
“It wasn’t your problem to fix.” She gently untwined their fingers, using her
free hand to tuck hair behind her right ear.
“Let me start with New Year’s and I’ll go back after that.”
Her fingers mindlessly twirled in the already tangled
mess of hair as she let her mind go back.
“After we argued outside the ladies’ room, I spent some
time inside there thinking. I was
actually headed back into the party to find you and talk when Daniel grabbed me
and shoved me out the side door.”
His features darkened ominously, his eyes deteriorating
to a stormy shade of blue. Petey laughed
softly, touching his cheek and then reaching for his abandoned hand. “See? You’re
already getting mad.”
“Would you want me if I weren’t?”
Would she? His
passion for what he believed in was an integral part of who he was, and a
quality that she admired. At the very
least, she could acknowledge that she appreciated his protectiveness.
“You have a point,” she murmured, and continued with her
account of events. “Anyway, I didn’t
exactly go along willingly so he had to hold me against the building to keep me
there. His forearm caused the bruise on
my neck.” His hand squeezed hers and his
face puckered unhappily. “I could give
you the sordid details, but there’s really no reason. The bottom line is that he’s blackmailing
me.”
“Sonofabitch,” Jon muttered. “What does he have on you?”
A sad sigh of resignation eked itself out. “You.”
“Don’t revert to the one-word answers. What
about me?”
“This is the part you’re not going to like,” she warned,
dreading the outcome of this revelation.
“So keep a leash on the temper.
Please?”
His glare was totally uncompromising. “I haven’t liked any of it so far. If it gets worse, I make no promises. Just tell me.”
Her free hand came to join the one clasped in his,
sandwiching their hands together. “Do
you remember the day that we had sex in my apartment? When you tied me up?” A short, silent nod bid her to continue. “He has pictures.”
“What?” Pulling
free, he made a visible effort to control his decibel level when he
elaborated. “How the hell did that
cocksucker get pictures of us?” Jon ground out.
So Petey explained about Gavin, Daniel following her
around all day, and the fire escape.
“He showed me the pictures on his phone,” Petey tried to
get to the part where she was taking care of the situation. “Daniel only has his work computer, and I
have a former student who is over the networks at the University. Reese helped me confirm that Daniel uploaded
the pictures to his computer and transferred them to at least three different
external storage devices. One, he gave
to me. I have no idea where the other
two are, and until I do we continue to have a potential disaster on our hands.” She watched him pace agitatedly alongside the
table. “I know how important your
reputation is to you, Jon, and I’m really sorry that you got put in this
position because of me.”
The look of anger he shot her way was withering, but the
only thing he asked was a gritted, “What is he blackmailing you for?”
“That gets a little more complicated.” Petey leaned forward, planting her elbows on
the glossy cherry surface of the table.
“He wants me to marry him, stop being a whore and resume my life as a
respectable woman for starters.”
His feet came to an immediate standstill and a stiffly
held head pivoted slowly to where she sat.
“That motherfucker did not call
you a whore.”
“Mm.” She was
trying to keep the worst of the details to a minimum, but facts were facts, and
if she were honest? It was nice having
someone be indignant on her behalf. Still,
the little devil inside her couldn’t help but point out, “You called me a slut
not ten minutes before that.”
His righteous anger was pricked with a sharp arrow of
remorse, deflating it into a blustering bravado as he stood there, hands on
hips. “One, I never said those words,
and two, I apologized for what I did
say as soon as it was out of my mouth. I
sure as hell didn’t mean it.”
“Actually,” she pressed delicately, ashamed to admit that
her feelings were still smarting over his most recent fit of pettiness. “You didn’t apologize. You amended it to say you didn’t share well,
but the implication was the same.”
“Jesus Petey. Can
we do this later? There are more
important things right now.”
Huh. And just like
that, he’d hurt her feelings again.
“Hmmmm…” she pretended to ponder.
“No. I don’t think there
are. Did you hear yourself, Jon? Because what you said was that there are more
important things than brushing off the fact that you called your… lover a slut. Maybe I’m an overly sensitive girl, but that
stings a little bit.”
“You’re putting words in my mouth,” he protested with a
harsh frown that conveyed his confusion at how they found themselves arguing at
one another when he really wanted to be angry at Daniel. “That’s not what I meant.”
Petey drew her knees to her chest, propping her folded
arms atop them and cocking her head with interest. She pointed out mildly, “They’re your
words. I was merely telling you how they
affected me.”
The deep growl of vexation would have been amusing had
she not been feeling just as frustrated.
How did they get here, arguing again?
Hadn’t she been frolicking with the bluebirds and butterflies in a sunny
meadows of love moments ago? Was this
what they were destined for?
Only if you allow
it.
Petey sighed. “You
know what, never mind. Changing how you
feel about something is right up there with rearranging spots on a
leopard. You can say it happened, but
who really knows for sure? This isn’t
what we were supposed to be talking about.”
She heard the hiss of his expelled breath and he slowly
walked the short distance from his side of the table to hers. Jon’s expression was shuttered, making it
nearly impossible to decipher what was going on in his head when he lifted one
of her folded arms, silently imploring her to stand. Petey rose and followed wordlessly along when
he guided her to the sitting area sofa and into his lap.
“You wanna know the truth?” he mumbled, winding his arms
around her and looking up into her face.
“I was jealous. Dave and Richie
had made you seem happier that night than you’d ever been with me, and it
sucked. I wanted your feelings to be
hurt like mine were. I’m sorry.”
The simple apology went a long way toward soothing her
injured pride. Petey laid a gentle hand
alongside his face and touched her lips to his, with a soft, “Thank you. And I’m sorry you felt that way, but they
were a welcome distraction from the fact that you were sitting across the room,
pretending not to know me.”
She shushed him when he would’ve said more, likely some
platitude that wouldn’t change anything that had happened.
“It’s done, and my bruised ego isn’t smarting as much
anymore. You were right when you said we
have more important things to talk about right now.”
So glad they are talking. Petey the best thing to do is be completely honest with Jon. Together the two of you can figure out a way to handle Daniel. Jon tell Petey exactly how you are feeling, and how important she is to you. Thank you for the double post Blush. Hope Petey and Jon continue to talk over the weekend as I look forward to seeing what they have to say Monday morning. Have a great weekend : )
ReplyDeleteIt is good to see them talking. I like how Petey is letting him know how she feels, and how Jon is really trying to be "patient"
ReplyDeleteAs for Daniel...he better watch out...once Jon gets his "jersey" up all hell will break loose.
Thanks for the double dose today. Have a great weekend
too short, way too short.
ReplyDeleteBut but but.........you can't stop THERE!!! Get back here at once!! *stubbornly hitting refresh*
ReplyDeleteI'm happy, that they are talking and that Petey is telling him the whole truth! And Jon is actually listening...
ReplyDeleteGreat chapter. Keep up the great work & don't let us wait too long ;)
Have a great weekend
It's so great to see letting her guards down. I hope they keep talking and Jon is able to restrain his temper.
ReplyDeleteAnd like others said already - this chapter is way to short ;-)
“I’m going to kind of miss having secrets to taunt you with.”
ReplyDeleteAw, Petey, ya know he won't find out EVERY single thing about you at once!
I love that they're talking & both *really* trying to communicate instead of argue.
Oh thank God there's another chapter. That was just mean to stop there Miss Blush! I am glad Petey told Jon how his words hurt her. He needs to learn that he should think before he shoots off his mouth! *dons my 'Team Petey' shirt*. :D
ReplyDelete~C
This chapter is so satisfying!
ReplyDeleteWas für eine Kehrtwendung die beiden machen...wahnsinnn.gott ,und es gefällt mir so gut...❤️
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