Chapter Six
My night with Pierre in Jeremiah’s dungeon does nothing but amplify my mixed emotions about the man. They run hot and cold. The mystery of him taunts me, while his expectations exhaust me. I didn’t want a relationship this defining or complex. I just want my life, and suddenly I’m thinking only of Pierre.
I don’t see him for several days, and that’s good. I’m sure I’d only make a fool of myself, stumbling all over my words with my internal chaos even more apparent than before. We do meet the following Wednesday at Jeremiah’s. We’re both sitting with one ass cheek resting on a stool in front of the bar, like casual friends.
“I’ve been meaning to call,” he says once he’s ordered his drink and Jeremiah moves away.
“Then why haven’t you?” I say, sounding more irritated than
