Part 35 (1/2)

The big man definitely knew her, and the look he gave Izzy was filled with disbelief. Like, You really expect me to believe You really expect me to believe she's she's married to a dirtbag like you? married to a dirtbag like you? ”I'd have to check,” he said. ”But I'm not sure why she didn't just tell you. You know. Her schedule?” ”I'd have to check,” he said. ”But I'm not sure why she didn't just tell you. You know. Her schedule?”

”It's been a crazy coupla days,” Izzy said.

He nodded. ”Navy SEAL, huh?” He gestured to Izzy's hand with his many chins. ”Where's your wedding ring?”

”Back in San Diego,” Izzy said. ”I came here via Germany.”

Any American-forget former military-who gave half of a s.h.i.+t about the servicemen and -women who were fighting in Afghanistan and Iraq knew that Germany was one of the places you went when you were wounded.

The bouncer took that in and nodded, but then said, ”I don't want any trouble.”

”I'm not looking for trouble,” Izzy said. ”I'm looking for my wife. If you see her before I do, please tell her I'm here. I'll be sitting down in front.”

And with that, he took his plastic cup of mostly ice and a little tea and went down the aisle to one of the few empty tables that was directly in front of the stage. It wasn't as close as he would've liked, but it was close enough for her to see him, should she appear.

And if she did appear? Whether her being there was a f.u.c.k you f.u.c.k you message or a message or a whatever whatever, there was one thing he knew.

He didn't have the right to tell her what to do.

So he'd sit and watch while his stomach churned, and he'd make sure she wasn't harmed or disrespected-at least not more than she already was, simply by climbing onto that stage-and then he'd see her safely home.

”Guy who says he's your husband's out front.”

Eden looked up at Big John in surprise, and then turned to peek out from behind the curtains that let Alan, the manager, keep an eye on the floor even while he was up here in his office.

”Center,” John told her. ”About halfway back.”

And sure enough. There was Izzy, dwarfing the little round table he was sitting behind.

He looked exhausted.

And sad.

Far more like the man Eden had first encountered here at D'Amato's just a few short days ago than the troublemaker who'd tried to talk her into having a quickie in the bathroom while they waited for Ben at the hospital.

Izzy had been kidding about the going-into-the-bathroom thing-but his kidding was definitely on the square. Which meant if she'd called his bluff, he would have done it. Without hesitation.

Despite the fact that there wasn't a lock on the bathroom door.

And even though he'd thought, at the time, that she'd stolen money from him.

”I didn't know you were married,” John said in his deep-woods Arkansas drawl.

”He's been...out of the country.”

”He was in here a few days ago.” John was definitely suspicious, and determined to protect her-even from herself.

”Yeah,” she said. ”We were separated and I thought we were breaking up, but then we weren't, and...I think we probably are again. Doomed, you know?”

”You need to slip out the back?” John asked. ”I could give you a ride home.”

”No,” Eden said. ”That's all right. I'll just get him and...He's a good guy, John. Really. He's just...not the right guy.” She corrected herself. ”Well, right guy, wrong time. You know what I mean?”

John nodded seriously. ”If he hurts you, I'll kill him. You can tell him that. Navy SEAL or not.”

Eden forced a smile, even though she felt more like crying. ”Give Ricki a hug for me, and tell her I say hey. hey.”

”I will,” John said.

”Thank you,” Eden said, ”for everything.” And she headed out of the office and down the stairs. The dancers weren't supposed to use the door that led directly out onto the club's floor, but she opened it anyway and slipped through.

Izzy didn't see her. Not at first.

But then, even though his back was to her, he somehow sensed that she was there, because he turned. He did a double take-probably because he hadn't expected to see her here while wearing all of her clothes. Or maybe it was because she was coming toward him, not running away.

”I hate you,” she said as she sat down next to him. ”You suck.”

He was definitely tired because he didn't try to hide the emotions that crossed his face. More of that surprise was mixed with a flash of very real grat.i.tude-no doubt because he wasn't going to have to chase her back across Las Vegas.

”I know,” he said. ”Eden, look, I'm really sorry-”

”The money went missing from...where?” she asked, cutting off his apology, as she looked up to watch Darlene dance. She was new, and even though she was delicately pretty, she wasn't very good. She definitely needed a how-to session with Nicola, of the basketball b.o.o.bs. ”From out of your wallet?”

”Yeah,” Izzy said. ”It went missing from, um...Yeah.”

”Nice,” she said. She didn't want him to see the hurt in her eyes, but she turned to look at him because she needed to ask, ”Why would I take your money?”

”I don't know,” he said quietly, gazing back at her steadily. ”That's why it was a mystery. I couldn't figure it out.”

”And it didn't occur to you to ask?”

He looked away from her then, and she knew-exactly-why he hadn't asked. He didn't think she'd tell him the truth.

”Great,” she said, unable to look at him as she fought the rush of tears to her eyes. ”You didn't ask because you wouldn't've believed me. I don't know why I'm so surprised. I mean, why should you be different than anyone else? You think I'm a liar. And And a thief. Big fricking deal. I wouldn't believe me, either, if push came to shove. It just...” a thief. Big fricking deal. I wouldn't believe me, either, if push came to shove. It just...”

He reached for her hand. ”Eden-”

”It gets old after a while.” She jerked her hand out of his grasp, aware that Big John was hovering not too far away, as she caught her breath and steeled herself, forcing herself not to cry.

Which gave Izzy the opportunity to say, ”I really am sorry.”

”Sorry for thinking I'm a thief and a liar, or sorry that I am one?”

He didn't answer right away, which was telling. ”Sorry for everything,” he finally said. ”Starting back the night we met.”

”Wow,” Eden said. ”That's...an awful lot to be sorry about.”

Izzy nodded. ”Yeah, it is.”

”So...What? You'd rather just have never met me?” she asked.