For You(65)
Groggy, still partly asleep and fighting it, I got up on a forearm too.
“What are you doin’ here?” I asked, though I kind of wondered what I was doing there too. I’d fallen asleep on the couch even though Dad tried to get me to go to bed. But I was spooked and regardless of the fact I was old enough to take care of myself and had been doing so with questionable success for a long time, I still didn’t want to be far from my Dad.
Colt turned to me and I noticed he looked wiped, his eyes shadowed and tired. I noticed this but I had bigger things on my fuzzy mind.
“Go back to sleep, baby,” he said softly.
“What are you doin’ here?” I asked again.
Wilson, realizing we were awake, decided it was breakfast time and we should be informed of that. He started up the bed toward me meowing.
“Feb, go back to sleep. I’ll get Jack to come in.”
Wilson made it to me and head butted my hand. I automatically started giving him scratches and the meowing mixed with loud purring.
But my mind was still on Colt who was still in bed with me.
“What are you doin’ in this bed?”
He gave me a look before he threw the covers back and got out.
“I got work,” he said, not answering my question. “I’ll feed the cat.”
He started to the door but I threw the covers back too and got quickly to my feet.
“You can’t crawl into bed with me,” I informed him.
He turned in the door. “February, we’re not fightin’ about this, not only do I not have the time, I also don’t have the energy or the inclination.”
I was a dog with a bone. “You carried me to bed and got in it with me!”
My voice was rising. Colt ignored it and walked out the door.
Wilson, feeling this was a healthy indication he’d be getting breakfast soon, jumped off the bed I left him in and pranced out after him.
For my part, I stomped.
“Colt!” I snapped when I hit the hall.
He didn’t reply.
By the time I hit the kitchen he was reaching into the dish drainer to get the kitty bowl I’d washed last night.
“We need to talk about that kiss yesterday,” I announced, not really wanting to talk about it but feeling, considering this morning’s circumstances, that we needed to get things straight.
“We will,” Colt agreed. “Not now,” Colt evaded.
“Now.”
He pulled open the top of the cat food tin but speared me with a glance. “Not now.”
“Now.”
He turned fully to me; Wilson noticed this delay and started meowing again.
“I got work,” he repeated.
“You already said that.”
“This conversation’s gonna take time. I’m tellin’ you I don’t have that.”
“Well, make it!”
He took one step to me and had his hand wrapped around the back of my neck so fast I didn’t even get a breath in while he was doing it. It was then I felt a little bit of Lore’s pain. I’d seen Colt move fast yesterday when he took Lore down, I’d even seen him do it before he kissed me but I still wasn’t prepared for it.
He yanked me close and I almost didn’t get my hands up to break my fall, but I did and they landed on his chest.
“I got home at dawn. I was in that bed with you for half an hour. I was in it because I’m not takin’ any fuckin’ chances. Someone who can get through a door can get through a window. They get through the window, they get me first. Now, do you get me?”
My mind blanked, my stomach curled sickeningly and I stared at him.
“You found something last night,” I whispered.
He let me go and turned back to the cat food.
“Colt.”
Colt forked the food into the bowl. “We found something. When he visited, he spent time there.”
“Oh my God.”
I didn’t know what this meant but the escalation in Colt’s protection said it was no good. This wasn’t about a madman invading my mind by stealing my thoughts written on a page. This was something that freaked him out and he was a cop, I didn’t suspect much freaked him out.
He moved to put the food down for Wilson and Wilson settled down belly to the floor on all fours and stuck his face in it.
“What’d you find?”
He straightened and looked at me. “I’ll know more this mornin’. They were still working when I left.”
“What’d you find?”
“I gotta shower.”
“Colt –” I started but he was moving away.
I stared at the hall he disappeared into long after he disappeared. Even after I heard the shower go on in the master bath.
After awhile it hit me that he was protecting me with more than him keeping close, close enough to sleep in his huge bed with me. He was protecting me by not sharing and I decided to wipe my mind clean.