You want him dead. Stop trying to pretend you’re better in any way. You’d like to know the man responsible for taking her away is six feet under.

“Good.”

“You know, I don’t really know a whole lot about you.”

Preacher laughed. “Is this where you want to know every little detail and analyze me?”

“No, not every single detail.” She was a little humiliated because the truth was, yes, she did.

“You’re a really bad liar.”

“So sue me. I want to know more about you. It’s not a crime.” She put her hand on his chest. “I want to know what makes you tick. You know, how you think and feel.”

“You do realize I’ve kicked women out thinking they can get under my skin.”

At the mention of other women, it twisted her stomach, but she wouldn’t be pushed around. She could handle this. “I thought I was already under your skin.”

“I’ve known you a long time, Robin. Tell me what it is you want to know, and I’ll answer.”

She stared at his chest, then at his lips, before looking into his eyes. “It’s stupid.”

“I’ve not got all day.”

“Fine. Fine. I was wondering … well … I’m curious … are you with other women?”

He stared at her. “You want to know if I’m cheating on you?”

“Yes.” She climbed off his lap. “But you know what, it doesn’t matter. None of this matters, because I need to get going.”

She didn’t get far.

Preacher wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. “You’re not going anywhere. I want you to be able to come to me. All of this is new to me, okay? I’m not eighteen, and I don’t know what it is you want from me.”

“I don’t know either. The closest I’ve ever had to a boyfriend is Bishop, and you know how that turned out. I…” She stopped talking because her own feelings were threatening to consume her, and she couldn’t stand it. The thought of him being with anyone else, it hurt. No, it more than hurt. It cut her really deep, and she wasn’t used to feeling this way. “I don’t want you to be with anyone else. I can’t stand the thought of other women knowing what you’re like in bed.”

“You know I wasn’t a virgin before you came along.”

“I’m not stupid, I know that. Is it wrong to maybe, just have each other?” she asked. “I don’t want to think of you with other women.”

“Then don’t, because it’s not happening. If that’s what you want to know, say it.”

“I don’t want you seeing other women?”