The Ugly Duckling (45 page)

“Shut up.” She tried to steady her voice. “I don’t have any right to ask you to stay. I’m an emotional cripple. As you said, I’m obsessed and I’ll probably remain that way for the rest of my life. Sometimes I wonder why you haven’t left me before this.”

He didn’t look at her. “You know why.”

“Joe.”

“I have my own obsession. Now, get your ass in gear. We need to get some food into you.” He shot her a glance. “It’s okay. I’m over it. It just had to come out.”

“Why now?”

“Why not?”

She hesitated, gazing at him. It wasn’t over. She could sense the turbulence, the reckless energy whirling below the surface.

“You’re down to ten minutes.”

She tried to smile. “You used up five telling me what an obsessive wacko I am.”

“Takes one to know one.” He turned on the oven. “And you’re my wacko.”

She felt a sudden surge of warmth. He was the only man she’d ever known who could make her flit from emotion to emotion in the space of a heartbeat. She’d been angry, upset, defensive, and yet now she was feeling this powerful surge of affection. She turned away and headed down the hall. “Wackos of the world, unite.”

“I only want to unite with one wacko and I fully intend to do it later tonight. After I feed you and stoke your energy level.”

“Promises, promises.”

She was still smiling as she stepped into the shower a few minutes later. She could feel a tingle of sexual anticipation and excitement start within her. Jesus, you’d think after all these years with Joe that sex wouldn’t be this urgent. Wasn’t it supposed to become merely comfortable after a while? Their coming together was just as wild and passionate as that first time. Her body was tensing, readying at the thought.

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes as the water flowed over her. She’d tell Joe about Montalvo’s call over dinner, but right now she wanted to relax and forget about everything but Joe.…