Page 190 of Things We Hide from the Light
Nash strode over and took me by the wrist. “Excuse us for a second,” he announced and dragged me into the bedroom. He shut the door, pushed me against it, and then boxed me in with his palms on either side of my head. “Explain.”
“You seem mad. Maybe we should talk later?”
“We’ll talk now, Angel.”
“They had a right to know.”
“Explain why you talked to them before you talked to me.”
“Honestly?”
“Let’s try that for a change,” he said dryly.
“I’m not really sure what the hierarchy of loyalty is in this situation. Naomi and Sloane are my first real friends in a long time and I’m out of practice. But I know how much it hurt you when I kept you in the dark. I got a taste of that when you were off plotting without me. And—”
He pinned my hips to the door with his with a thump.
“Are they fucking in there?” I heard Knox ask from the other room.
“And what?” Nash asked me.
“And they should know. And I get that you’re mad and I’m sorry for not raising this with you first.”
“I appreciate that and you’re not wrong,” he said, brushing my hair back from my forehead in a gesture so gentle my knees went weak.
“I’m not?”
A smile tugged on the corner of his mouth. “No. But next time, let’s have the conversation first.”
He was so damn handsome and so damn…good. No wonder I’d fallen in L-word with the man.
I managed a nod. “Yep. Got it.”
He cupped my face in his hand. “You and I are in this together. When our decisions affect each other, wemake them together. Understand?”
I nodded my head vigorously.
“Good,” he said, pulling me away from the door. He gave my ass a stinging slap. “Consider that a low five.”
“Ouch!”
“She either slapped him or he spanked her,” Sloane said in the other room.
“Now, let’s get back out there and figure this shit out.Together,” Nash said firmly.
“Okay.”
He paused. “Is there anything else you need to tell me before we go back out there?”
I opened my mouth just as another knock sounded on the front door. “I swear this one isn’t me,” I insisted.
He grinned and opened the bedroom door.
Nolan strolled inside and Knox closed the door behind him. The marshal stopped and eyed the gathering, the whiteboard, and Mrs. Tweedy mixing up a pitcher of old-fashioneds. “I’m gonna hate this, aren’t I?”
“Not as much as I already do,” Knox told him.
“Hi, Nolan,” Sloane said with a pretty smile.
