“No, it doesn’t. Not if I don’t want it.” She said shakily, “And I don’t. It would get in my way. My mother had me when she was fifteen. I’ve seen girls my own age having babies and being left to raise them by themselves. And then they’re stuck in a rut that they can never climb out of. That’s not going to happen to me.”
“I’d protect you. I don’t want kids, either. I’m going to basic training in four weeks. Do you think I want to leave a kid behind? I have to be on my own.”
She shook her head. “Why are we even talking about this?”
“You started it.” His hands clenched on the steering wheel. “And I’m glad you did. I wanted to have everything aboveboard. I don’t want to hurt you, Eve. We can take what we need without hurting each other. Let me show you.”
“No.” She jumped out of the car. It was still raining, and she was wet in seconds. “You won’t hurt me because I won’t let you.” She started across the street. “I take care of myself.”
“I’ll pick you up at work tomorrow night, Eve.”
“Haven’t you been listening to me?”
“Every word. And you’ve been listening to me. That means progress.” He started the car. “I’ll see you tomorrow night.”
She slammed the heavy door of the entrance behind her.
Close him out. Close out the thoughts his words had brought rushing to the surface.
She couldn’t do it.
Every word he’d said was still with her. She was wet and should have been chilled, but she felt as if she had a fever.
Yes, that was it. That was exactly what John Gallo was.
A fever that would leave her if she didn’t let it take over her mind as well as her body.
It was clear that he’d had a lot of experience in sexual encounters. His interest in her was probably fleeting and would go away soon. Then she would not have to deal with these bizarre and disturbing feelings again.
All she had to do was hold on.
“HELLO, EVE.” HE WALKED UP TO the counter at ten forty the next evening. “I came a little early. I thought I might need to do a little repair work.”
“Repair work?”
“Haven’t you been trying to tear down everything that I tried to do last night?” He chuckled. “Don’t answer.”
She didn’t intend to answer. “I don’t need a ride home. You might as well leave.”
He shook his head. “I’ll stick around. You might change your mind.”
“I won’t.”
“Let me help you fill up those saltshakers, Eve.” Teresa was suddenly beside her, her gaze fixed on John Gallo. “Hi, I’m Teresa Maddel. Are you a friend of Eve’s?”
“I’m trying to be.” He smiled at Teresa. “John Gallo. Nice to meet you, Teresa.”
Teresa’s smile was brilliant. “Me, too. You wouldn’t have any trouble being friends with me. Eve has other fish to fry. She’s so serious, she even spends her breaks doing homework. Can you imagine that?”
“I can imagine.” His gaze was on Eve. “I can imagine all kinds of things about her.”
Eve could feel that now-familiar heat moving through her. She abruptly turned away. “You two get to know each other. I’ll go clean the soda machine.” She disappeared into the kitchen, and she kept busy doing preps for the next twenty minutes. She was aware of Teresa’s laughter and John’s voice, but avoided looking at them. It was only when she saw John leaving the restaurant that she came back out front to finish the counter fill-ups.
“Thanks for giving me my chance with him.” Teresa’s gaze was on John moving across the street toward his Chevy. “Damn, he’s sexy. Will you look at that tight butt?”
Eve automatically glanced at John, then hastily averted her eyes. She didn’t need Teresa drawing her attention to anything about him. “Did you make any progress?”
“Maybe. I gave him my telephone number.” She was still staring at him as he got in the car. “Of course, he wouldn’t make a move on me since he was here to see you. He said he’d wait outside for you.”
“Why don’t you go out to the car and talk to him? It’s eleven now. Clock out, and I’ll finish your side work.”
Teresa’s brows rose. “Are you kidding? Are you trying to get rid of him?”
“Yes.”
Teresa stared at her in disbelief. “You’ve got to be crazy. I knew the minute I saw him that he was a good time walking. He could give a girl a really good ride.”
“Then go have your good time.” Eve didn’t look at her as she finished filling the pepper. “Like you said, I’m too serious for him.”
“Well, I’m not.” Teresa clocked out and was heading for the door. “Thanks, Eve.”
Eve put the cap on the shaker. Don’t look out the window and see whether Teresa had been welcomed by John. Of course, she would be. She was pretty and sexy and very willing. Eve had done the right thing. Soon she wouldn’t have to worry about-
“Eve.” It was Mr. Kimble, frowning as he called her from the kitchen. “Phone call for you. It’s your mother. I’ve told you all that there are rules about receiving calls here unless it is an emergency.”
“Sorry.” She moved quickly toward the phone on the wall. “You know I’ve never gotten one before, Mr. Kimble. There must be some mistake.”
He turned away. “See that it doesn’t happen again.”
“Yes, sir.” She picked up the phone. “Sandra, I can’t talk now. Why did you call me here?”
“He hurt me.” Sandra was sobbing. “I thought Jimmy was such a nice man. We had such a good time. But he hurt me. I’m bleeding, Eve.”
Bleeding?
Eve stiffened. “How did he hurt you, Sandra?”
“He slapped me and cut my lip. And then he punched me in the stomach. Why would he hurt me like that? It wasn’t as if I wasn’t going to let him-but a woman has to be treated with respect.”
“Where are you?”
“A hotel room at the Marriott.”
“Is he still there?”
“No, he said he was going to go out and find a dealer and score some heroin. He said I needed to be sweetened up a little.” She paused. “I’m scared of heroin, Eve. I take other stuff, but I’m scared of heroin.”
“Sandra, why are you calling me? Why don’t you just walk out of there?”
“He locked the door from the outside.”
“How did he do that? Never mind. Call downstairs to the front desk and have them send someone up to let you out.”
“I can’t do that. That would make a fuss, and those security people would be on the lookout for me if I ever came back into the hotel.”
“Then don’t go back.”
“That would be… awkward. There are a lot of nice little get-togethers at these hotels. It would be easier if you just came and got me out.”
“And how am I supposed to do that?”
“How do I know?” Sandra was crying again. “You’re smart. You’re always thinking. Think of a way to get me out of here before he comes back. I don’t like to be hurt. I don’t want to take that heroin, but if he says he’s going to hurt me… Fix it. You owe me, Eve. Find a way to help me.”
Anger and fear were racing through Eve, and she tried to suppress both so that she could think. All Sandra had to do was call the front desk, but she wasn’t about to do it. Typical. She’d rather take a chance on everything working out so that she could have it all.
“I really am bleeding, Eve,” Sandra said. “He didn’t care. He’s not a nice man.”
