Читать книгу The Reasons to Stay - Laura Drake - Страница 13
ОглавлениеYOU ARE NOT GOING TO YELL. In spite of the anger singing in her veins, Priss managed to close the apartment door gently.
Nacho crossed to the window that looked down on Hollister. “This is cool.”
The setting sun highlighted the soft planes of his face, reminding her that he was still a boy. One who had just lost his old life, such as it was. And she planned to show him that life could be better than he’d known so far—after she killed him. “What the hell were you thinking? Do you know how close you just came to going to juvie?”
He walked past the kitchen, to the bedroom. “Where do I sleep?”
“The big couch in the living room opens to a bed.”
“Okay.” His voice echoed from the bathroom.
“Get your butt out here. We’re not done.”
He slouched back in the room, and leaned against the doorjamb, thumbs in his low-rider jeans pockets. She pointed to the table for two between the kitchen and the living area. He walked over, sat and crossed his arms over his chest.
Priss took a deep breath and tamped down the urge to throttle him. “I’m going to ignore the fact that you disregarded my instruction to wait outside the pharmacy until I got there.” She took a deep breath. Kinder and gentler. “But explain to me what possessed you to try to shoplift in this store, of all places? Don’t you have any sense of self-preservation?”
He pursed his lips so hard his bottom lip jutted out.
“Why did you do it?” She could play this game. She crossed her arms and waited.
He lasted about thirty seconds. “You’re not my mother.”
“True thing. Because if I had a kid, he’d know better than to pull a bonehead stunt like this. Why did you do it?”
“I don’t have to tell you.” He moved, just a bit in the seat.
