Wicked Beat (Sinners on Tour #4)(113)

By the time she arrived at the restaurant, guilt was eating her alive. The scowl on Eric's handsome face didn't make her feel better. She kissed his cheek and slid into the chair across from him. Her salad was already waiting. He'd finished his.

"I'm really sorry I'm so late."

"I think you have some explaining to do."

She stuffed a bite of salad in her mouth and held up one finger while she chewed and swallowed. "I went to Isaac's apartment to confront him about his behavior-reprogramming my phone for one thing-and Trey answered his door. I never did get to tell Isaac off properly. He told me …  He told me that he's-" she lowered her voice to a whisper and leaned across the table, "-gay." 

Eric didn't look the tiniest bit surprised. "And that makes everything he did okay?"

She had sort of let him off the hook as soon as he'd confided. "It's hard for him. His father will never accept this."

"Like your mother will never accept me."

Rebekah lowered her eyes. "It's different."

"I talked to her on the phone when you didn't answer your cell. She was spouting Bible verses at me."

"Let me guess, the story of Isaac and Rebekah." She stuffed more salad in her mouth and watched him fidget with the stem of his wineglass.

"Yeah, actually."

"Did she tell you the reason I got cancer is because I make bad decisions, and God is punishing me?"

"She said that to you?"

She nodded and closed her eyes to hold in emotions suddenly overwhelming her.

Eric reached across the table and squeezed her hand. "She told me she promised God that you would marry Isaac. Otherwise, she seems to think more horrible shit is going to happen to you and Dave."

Rebekah sighed. "We thought she was better."

"Better?"

"Yeah, she had a mental breakdown when I was going through chemo. That's one reason why I depended on Isaac so much. After my treatments, she seemed to recover. I guess the stress is getting to her again. I'll talk to Dad about it."

Their entrees arrived before Rebekah had finished her salad. She was grateful Eric had ordered for her. That meant they could get out of here sooner. "Are you sure you want to marry me?" she asked him. "I've got a lot of baggage."

"It makes you more interesting."

She laughed. "If that's what you want to call it."

"We could do what Brian and Myrna did and skip the engagement."

"Is that what you want?"

"I don't know. I never thought much about getting married until a couple months ago, when Sinners started falling like dominoes. I figured I'd be the last one standing."

"Technically, Brian is the only one who's married. You could be the second to fall if you want." She winked.

"Don't you want the huge ceremony and the big dress and the pile of Crock-Pots?"

"You mean crackpots."

"Crackpots?"

"Otherwise known as my crazy family."

He laughed and some of the tension drained from his body. Her mother got under his skin too. Another thing they had in common. "I'll do whatever you want, Reb. I don't want to make you feel like you're missing out on anything."

"I want to do something unusual," she said, her heart thudding with excitement.

"Like what?"

"I don't know yet. Let me think about it. We'll brainstorm. Come up with something really fun and unique."



       
         
       
        

He grinned. "I love you, you know that?"

"Yeah, I know. That's why you're going to let me pretend to be Isaac's girlfriend at a party next week." She was picking up on Eric's uncanny ability to change the subject without missing a beat.

"What?"

"No matter when we decide to get married, I still want the engagement ring. So don't think you're getting out of that," she said, trying to keep him unbalanced. "Hurry up and eat."

"What party, Rebekah? I thought Isaac was gay. Why would he-"

"Pretend," she said. "It's just a favor. Nothing more. He's not ready to come out publicly yet."

"But-"

"Let's play cops and robbers when we get home. You can pretend I'm a jewel thief and handcuff me. Show me your long arm of the law until I confess to crimes I never committed."

"Stop changing the subject."

She laughed. "Disorienting, isn't it? Do you have handcuffs at home, or do we need to stop by Bonds-R-Us?"

He dropped his fork and grinned. "It's definitely time for another pit stop. Maybe we'll pick up a deep sea diver outfit for you to wear." He nonchalantly took a sip of water, while he watched her closely.