The 'Burg: Hold On Part 68

Because Merry had turned his attention to me.

"You know who's got Ryan on this job?" he asked.

"Merry-"

"My name is not an answer to my f.u.c.kin' question, Cher," he bit out. "You know who's got Ryan on this job?"

I looked into his eyes, my heart taking that moment to kick in, beating too fast.

This was me f.u.c.king things up.

I should have told him.

Merry this p.i.s.sed off was a good deterrent to open sharing about things such as these, though, and if he gave me the opportunity to defend myself when he was calmed down, I would tell him that.

But the fact remained, he was Garrett Merrick. He was a cop, but he was just that guy. That guy who would want to know if someone he cared about was close to something not good. And he was definitely that guy who would want to know if the woman he was seeing and her kid were close to something not good.

s.h.i.t.

"Cherie..." he prompted on a sinister whisper.

I drew in breath.

"Ryker," I told him.

His face turned to stone.

I moved closer to him, though not too close (his face was stone, but he was breathing through his nose in a way that was scary as s.h.i.t).

I put my hand light to his abs and started talking.

Fast.

"I don't know anything, honey. I just know Ryker warned me to stay away from the guy. And since he did, when I saw Ryan outside his house tonight, I lost it and called him in to give him a safety lecture."

"You think, Ryker warned you to stay away from this guy, maybe you should tell your man the likes of Ryker told you to stay away from this guy?" Merry asked.

Okay.

There it was.

Relationship-wise, even though I'd failed the relationship test spectacularly (twice), I still knew right then that where I was with Merry was not a good place to be.

"Well...uh..." I began, carefully starting to pull my hand away from his abs.

I got nothing more out and didn't even get my hand back because Merry's shot out. His fingers curled around my wrist, pressing in so my palm was flat against his hard abs.

Normally, I'd enjoy the feel of his hard abs.

His blue ice look, which was freezing me from the inside out, curtailed my enjoyment of his hard abs.

"You're seeing Merrick?"

This came from Ryan, and we both looked his way to see him staring in shock at me.

I thought his crush was over, what with me leading him to a whackjob serial killer whose chosen weapon was an ax, the resulting blood, gore, horror, computer confiscations, and police interrogations (etc.).

The look on his face said that I'd thought wrong.

"Ryan-"

"Geez, Cher, you might wanna pick up a phone sometime," he snapped. "It's not just on Ethan's birthday and when the Colts make the playoffs that I like to hear from you. You get a decent guy in your life, the least you could do is share so I could come over and we could toast it with a beer or somethin'."

Whoa. Wrong again.

I blinked at Ryan.

He glared at me.

Okay. Right.

Was he seriously giving me s.h.i.t about being a bad friend while Merry was about to lose his motherf.u.c.king mind?

"You mind if I have a go at her now?" Merry asked Ryan.

s.h.i.t.

"Sure," Ryan magnanimously answered.

s.h.i.t!

"Good, then, to finish up with you, the job you're on just ended," Merry declared.

Ryan got pale again. "But-"

"The job...you are on..." Merry said slowly, enunciating each word clearly, "just...ended."

"Right," Ryan mumbled.

"Go get a beer," Merry ordered.

"Right," Ryan repeated on a mumble, shoved back, got up, and scuttled away.

Leaving me with Merry.

That was what I got for being a s.h.i.t friend who didn't call her geeky mastermind buddy to share that her love life had taken a turn for the better.

"Cher," Merry called.

My eyes drifted from Ryan's back to my guy.

When I caught his, I whispered, "Merry, don't be p.i.s.sed. It wasn't-"

"You make me happy."

I shut my mouth, my feeling of being freaked about how great things were going as well as being worried Merry was right then ticked at me and I was messing everything up instantly mingled with a feeling that was as giddy as it was warm and squishy.

"I gotta learn to live in the now so I can feel that happy and not think about s.h.i.t that might or might not happen that'll f.u.c.k with that happy," he declared.

"Oh...kay," I said softly, slowly, cautiously, thrilled he seemed to have made a breakthrough with c.r.a.p that was s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g with his head but wondering why we were on that subject now.

He slid my hand from his hard abs up to rest against his beating heart.

I held my stance and my breath when he dipped his face close to mine.

"Do not do anything stupid that will take away our happy," he said quietly.

Oh.

Now I got him.

"I worried it wasn't right, but Ryker-"

"Ryker does not love you in his tee in his kitchen, b.i.t.c.hin' about his skillet. He does not love to make you laugh. He does not love it when you make him laugh. He might think your kid is the s.h.i.t but not as much as I do. He probably wouldn't give a f.u.c.k that you've decorated your pad for the sole purpose of making Jefferson Airplane comfortable on the off chance they pop by, but I think it's hilarious and it's you and I love that too. I could go on. I won't. What I'll do is finish by sayin' it's best you don't worry about Ryker when you should be talkin' to me."

"Point taken," I said quietly, all he'd said making me feel giddier, warmer, and squishier.

Merry kept hold of my eyes a beat before he nodded.

"You don't know anything about this guy?" he asked.

I shook my head but belatedly laid it out. "Just that he's bad news. Ryker told me to steer clear. I heard him and his woman shouting, and she'd mentioned Carlito. And, well, uh..." I trailed off.

Merry pressed my hand harder against his heart.

He said nothing, but I got his gist.

"He asked me out," I finished.

Merry stared at me, muttering, "Of course he has."

"Well, until recently, I have been a d.i.c.khead magnet," I explained.

"No, babe. You're f.u.c.kin' pretty, you dress great, and you got a fantastic body. Pretty much any guy who has a functioning d.i.c.k would take one look at you and want in your pants. That's why he asked you out."

And Merry gives me more.

"That's a nice thing to say," I murmured, even though it wasn't.

It was a bunch of amazing, awesome things to say.

"I take it you said no," he noted.

"I'm kinda seeing someone."

His brows shot together. "This was recent?"

I nodded and added, "He hasn't been living there very long."

His head tipped slightly to the side. "He hit on you and he's got a woman?"

"I think they broke up."

"Mm..." he muttered strangely but said no more.

"Are you gonna go apes.h.i.t on me?" I asked, feeling hopeful that, since he hadn't yet, he wouldn't.

"No," he answered.

Good news.

"Are you gonna go apes.h.i.t on Ryker?" I went on.

"Absolutely," he answered.

"Good," I mumbled, dropping my eyes to my hand on his chest. "I'm p.i.s.sed he pulled Ryan into whatever he's got goin' down. He deserves scary apes.h.i.t-Merry."

"Babe."

I lifted my eyes back to his.

"We learn a lesson?" he asked.

I was not a big fan of him asking that question with the nuance he thought I was a little girl who needed the big man to educate her.

That said, I'd definitely learned a lesson.

Not to mention, I knew better.

The minute Merry and I became an us, I should have stopped keeping things from him.

"I'll answer affirmative to that only with the warning that if any future communications hold a nuance of condescension, especially full scale of the same, they will be responded to with knee action requiring hours of ice downs and render our s.e.x life moot for a week," I declared.

"You got trouble living two doors down," Merry fired back. "You essentially knew about it. Didn't tell me about it, even though two seconds after we became an us, the first thing I told you was that you laid that s.h.i.t on me. And you're makin' threats because you think I'm being condescending?"

"Yes."

He studied me.