One corner of his mouth lifted as he unwrapped the bar. Breaking a chunk off, he tossed it at me. “You look like you need sustenance as much as I do,” he said, breaking off another piece. “I’ll eat if you eat.”
I sighed, knowing he was right, as much as I didn’t want him to be.
“Fine.” Taking a bite, I let the chocolate melt in my mouth.
Lifting his piece at me, he stuffed the whole thing in his mouth. He chewed it, staring at me as if he was contemplating his next move. “I didn’t screw Adriana, Luce.”
I almost choked on the bit of chocolate still melting in my mouth. He wasn’t going to ease our way into this conversation. He was charging the red flag like a bull.
“Sure you didn’t,” I said, sliding my shoes off and tossing them across the room. “She just needed to borrow your shower. While you snoozed naked on the bed. With an empty bottle of tequila in hand.”
The muscles of his neck tightened, his jaw following. “I didn’t screw her, Luce,” he repeated.
I laughed one clipped note. “You were drunk, Jude. Shit faced drunk,” I said, trying not to visualize the whole scene in my mind again. “How the hell would you know?”
I was insulted that he’d led with the whole denial act. Jude knew I wasn’t a gullible girl and the fact that he was treating me like one now was just downright insulting.
“How the hell would I know?” he repeated, his face screwed into disbelief. “How the hell would I know, Luce?” Okay, now he was looking insulted. “I know because even if I drank every last drop of alcohol in every seedy bar in this town, there’s only one girl I’d want to crawl into bed with. There’d only be one girl I could even fantasize about going to bed with.”
“Let me guess,” I mused, tapping my temple. “Adriana Vix?”
Jude pounded the floor with his fist. “Would you stop being so damn difficult?”
“Would you stop screwing manipulative bitches behind my back?” Low blow, but that’s where I felt like hitting right now.
“I can’t stop what I never started,” he said, popping his neck, attempting to diffuse the ticking time bomb from going off again.
“So you’re telling me a naked, freshly showered Adriana Vix just magically appeared in your bedroom?” I hoped it sounded as preposterous as it was.
“Would you believed me if I told you what happened?” he asked, keeping his words slow, his muscles relaxed.
“No,” I snapped, “but I’m sure it will be highly entertaining and quite imaginative, so please, tell away.”
He took in another breath, really trying not to react to me baiting him.
“After I left the restaurant, I drove back to my house. I was pissed and angry at myself for ruining the day, so I grabbed myself a bottle of tequila and went upstairs and sulked in my bedroom until I was drunk.”
“Shit faced drunk,” I clarified.
“Luce,” he dropped his gaze at me, “you and I both know it would take a hell of a lot more than a bottle to get me shit faced.”
So what if the man could hold his liquor? Not on that day. Not on an empty stomach. Not after he’d left his girlfriend in the middle of a snowy street.
“I was buzzing for sure, but when I crawled into bed that night, I was alone. And I at least had a pair of boxers on.”
“So Adriana slipped into your room, stripped you, positioned you, and hopped into the shower?”
“Maybe.”
“And I have ‘dumb’ tattooed to my face where?” I asked, glaring over at him.
“I’ve never once treated like you were some dumb broad, Luce, so don’t go there now,” he said, almost shouting. “I’m telling you what I know happened, I’m admitting what I don’t know, but I swear to you, on your brother’s grave, that I did not take Adriana Vix to bed with me that night.”
I recoiled from the words, scooting farther from him. “Don’t you bring my brother into this,” I warned, lifting my finger at him. “Don’t you swear on his grave, you lying bastard!”
“All right,” Jude said, exhaling through his nose. “I won’t swear on anyone’s grave. I’ll just give you my word. I didn’t do it, Luce. I love you. I’ll only ever love you.” The pain flashed through his eyes again. “I need you to believe me.”
I laughed. “Too damn bad.”
Dropping the half eaten chocolate bar to the side, he exhaled. He was tired and drained, maybe even more than I was.
“Then I need you to trust me, Luce.” Looking up, he met my eyes and I didn’t need words to read his meaning.