“No!” I wrenched free, “I need to go to bed. I need a tshirt.”

I turned to the drawers. He pul ed me back and into his arms, this time less gently and with more determination.

“Don’t, Eddie. I’m hanging on by a thread here,” I told his throat. If he held me, I’d lose it, I knew it.

“Why?”

My eyes lifted and I noticed his were guarded but the hostility was gone.

“Why what?”

“Why are you hangin’ on?”

I stared at him.

“I can’t let go,” I told him, thinking it was obvious.

“Jet, everyone has to let go.”

“Not me,” I replied.

His arms tightened and I tensed and pushed away. It didn’t get me far but I concentrated on the act anyway.

“Why not you?” he asked.

I didn’t answer. He shook me.

“Why not you?” he repeated.

The tears hit the back of my throat and I gulped them down.

“Jet,” he said.

I shook my head but answered.

“I can’t because there’s no one to catch me when I fal .” His guard went down and his eyes warmed. He’d looked at me with warm eyes before but never like this, they came complete with a look so tender it made my breath catch.

“Everyone’s got their hands out waitin’ for you to take one. Cariña, you gotta learn when to take someone’s hand before you fal .”

I couldn’t help it, I couldn’t take anymore. I put my forehead to his chest, slid my arms around his middle and relaxed into him. Then, I felt the tears rol down my cheeks.

He stood there, holding me and stroking my back for awhile. I had to admit, it felt good. Super good.

We both heard the doorbel go and Eddie said quietly,

“That’l be Jimmy.” He pul ed a little away and looked down on me, “You gonna be okay?”

I wiped the tears away and nodded. He kissed my forehead and that felt good too.

We walked into the living room and Eddie let in Detective Marker. He greeted me, his eyes soft with concern. A handsome black man and a young-looking white guy, both in uniform, came in with Detective Marker.

Eddie introduced them as Sergeant Wil ie Moses and Officer Brian Bond.

“Sorry, we have to ask you a few questions, while it’s fresh. It won’t take long.” Detective Marker explained.

I sat down on the couch and answered questions. Eddie stood by the couch for awhile, then I saw him motion with his chin to Wil ie, the black officer, and they both disappeared into the kitchen.

I kept answering questions but glanced into the kitchen every once in awhile.

Eddie and Wil ie were out of sight but once Eddie paced into the doorway, his cel to his ear, his other hand at his hip, then he went out of sight again.

“I think we’re done,” Detective Marker said. “You stil got my card from last time?”

I nodded and so did he.

“Cal me if you remember anything or something else happens,” I nodded again, “Chavez! I’m done,” Detective Marker cal ed.

Eddie and Wil ie came in; I stood and Eddie saw them out the door. I watched out the window as Detective Marker drove off and Eddie, Wil ie and Brian stood on the sidewalk next to the squad car. Eddie was talking, Wil ie and Brian listening. Wil ie looked up to the house and said something to Eddie and Eddie looked too. I stayed at the window and kept watching. He disengaged from them with a low wave. I remained where I was as he came back in.

His eyes locked on mine after he closed and secured the door.

“Let’s find you a t-shirt,” he said quietly.

I didn’t move.

“What was that al about?” I jerked my head to the window. I had my arms crossed and I was trying not to look as exhausted as I felt.

Eddie came up to me, flung an arm around my neck and took me into the bedroom. He let me go, opened a drawer and handed me a white t-shirt.

I took it and stared at him.

“What was that about?” I repeated.

He turned square to me but didn’t touch me.

“You’ve been branded.”

I blinked.

That didn’t sound good.

“Pardon?” I asked.

“Told Wil ie, cal ed Lee and Darius. Word goes out tonight that you belong to me. Anyone f**ks with you, they f**k with me, the DPD, al the boys at Nightingale Investigations and Darius Tucker. I’m cal in’ in al my markers. I’m not takin’ any more chances with this shit. Now you got an army of protection, whether you want it or not.” I kept staring at him as that strange sensation took hold of my bel y in a vice-like grip.

“But…” I whispered, “why?”

It was then he walked to me, put his hands to my neck and gently pul ed me toward him until our bodies were touching. He looked down at me and his eyes changed.

The warm, tender look was there but so was something else. Something I couldn’t read.

“Because you make a f**king great chocolate sheet cake.”

Chapter Thirteen

Out, Coffee and Breakfast

I woke up, alone, in Eddie’s bed.

I pul ed myself up and looked at his side of the bed. He’d gone to bed with me, held me ful -frontal, his arms tight around me, until I fel asleep. Now he was gone, the only thing on his side was a note on the pil ow, next to it, a new toothbrush in its wrapper.

I grabbed the note.

Out, coffee and breakfast, was al it said.

I got out of bed and went to Eddie’s bathroom. It had a claw-footed tub, a pedestal sink and new tile but needed to be painted. I searched in the medicine cabinet and found his toothpaste, brushed my teeth and washed away the scary remnants of my makeup with hand soap. My face immediately cried out for moisturizer. It was going to have to wait.

I went into the kitchen to grab my phone and cal Mom and heard my phone beeping inside my bag. I dragged my cel out of my purse and saw I had three texts and four phone messages.

I stared at the phone. I’d never been that popular.

Text one was Indy: Text back, let me know you’re okay.

Text two; Tod and Stevie: This is Tod and Stevie, thanks for an exciting evening. Come over for cocktails, leave all gunmen behind, kisses.

Text three; Al y: Next time don’t go alone, remember, we got your back.

Tears fil ed my eyes after reading Al y’s text but I practiced deep breathing and forced them down.