grabs it from me before it spills on the floor. I use my free hand to hold Stella back, shaking my head at her. This is my fight, and while I may not have a chance to win it, I have to at least try.
“I know how to relax,” I say, walking into the room with my head held high.
“I didn’t mean to insult you.”
“Yes, you did, but it’s okay. I’d want Wayne, too, if I didn’t have him.”
“I…that’s not…I mean…I have a boyfriend. I love my boyfriend. I just wanted to see how committed he was to you, because that will play into the way I defend him.”
“I hope you figured it out, because if you insult her again, I’ll be finding another lawyer. I don’t care how good you are.”
Wayne got to his feet while he said all of that, and the look on his face is a little scary. I want to wrap my arms around him, but he said he can’t touch or kiss me, which means I can’t do that to him, either. No matter how badly I want to. I settle for chewing on my bottom lip as I look at him. I’ve never pictured him as fierce, but the look on his face is strong and sure as he defends me.
“There’s no doubt in my mind that you’re completely and totally loyal to Jenysis.”
“Good. I think it’s time for all of you to leave now.”
“I’d be insulted if I didn’t know you hadn’t been stuck in that cell without your girl for the last few days,” Kace tells him with a chuckle.
“Bye now,” Wayne tells him, making a shooing motion.
5
J enysis
“I saved you some pizza, but I guess you got food,” Wayne says, once everyone is gone.
“Yeah.”
“You should eat. Then we can take that tour of the house.”
“We need to talk.”
“Eat first,” he says, and I can hear the nervousness in his voice.
“Okay.” I sit on the couch, and he looks conflicted for a moment before dropping into one of the chairs. Away from me.
My stomach growls, reminding me I need to eat, so that’s what I do. We stare at each other as I take my first bite, and he’s the one to look away first. There is no conversation as I eat my burrito, and drink from the bottle of water Wayne slid over to me. I think Kevin took my drink with him, but I don’t really care. Right now is all about nutrition, and not enjoying a meal. Sad, because my burrito is pretty damn good.
Wayne has a pained look on his face when I finish my last bite. “What’s wrong?”
“You have some sour cream by your mouth.”
“Oh. Well, can you get it for me?” I ask, because he would usually just lick it off, and not tell me. I want to push him to finally act where I’m concerned.
Or not. “Um, you have a napkin right?”
“I do.” Instead of grabbing one, I dart my tongue out and lick all around my lips, watching as Wayne swallows hard. He’s not unaffected, but then again, I don’t know a man who would be when a woman is licking something.
“So, tour?”
“No, talk.”
“You saw me tell Alesha you’re always first.”
“You still won’t touch me.”
“I told you I can’t.”
“Bollocks. I mean, bullshit.”
“I like it when you talk British to me,” he blurts out, and then throws his head back on a sigh.
“What the hell is going on, Wayne. If you’re over me, I need to know. If not, then I need you to tell me why you’re acting like this.”
“Not. Definitely not. Never, Jeny girl. I’ll never be over you.”
Thank God for that. “Then, why?”
He drops his head now, the longs strands of blonde hair from the top of his head reaching toward the ground as his hands cover his face. “I’m going on trial for rape.”
“I know. You didn’t do it.”
“I didn’t.”
“That wasn’t a question, Wayne. If I had any doubt, I wouldn’t be here.”
He lifts his head to look at me, and my heart breaks at the anguish I see in his eyes. “I don’t want you to be disgusted by me.”
Bloody hell. He thinks that? I stand and walk to him, pushing his hands aside so I can climb onto his lap, straddling him.