Page 12 of Lady Sings the Blues

“I’ll be gone in a couple of days.” I remind him.

“Not if this thing growin’ between us is meant to be. And I think it’s meant to be. Only reason you found yourself in my bar of all places.”

“I don’t believe in fate, Mark.”

“Not talkin’ fate. I’m talkin’ somethin’ which started brewin’ between us years ago. You don’t remember now, but you will. We got sidetracked back then by Logan Hollister. Not gonna happen again. No more sidetracking. So we gotta wait.”

He had no right to bring Logan into this and frankly, that ticks me off. Yet I don’t get to argue this point. Not when he kisses my forehead, shoving toward the bathroom, which I can clearly make as the bathroom because the door is open. With a pat on my behind he tells me, “Now go change for bed.”

“Drop the blankets on the couch.” I need him to hear my anger. “And just so you know, I will be gone in a couple of days.”

I stomp away.

He laughs.

Jerk.

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