Page 102 of Adam & Eve

“Like what?” he snapped.

“Closed off, secretive. You’re so invasive when it comes to my life, but you want to keep

everything about yourself a secret.”

He finally looked up at me then grimaced at the anger he found on my face.

“Fine, Eve. My father knows about you, and he doesn’t want us together. Do you want to know

what he said, word for word?”

“Yes, tell me.”

A harsh, bitter laugh trickled from between his lips. His fork fell from his fingers then

clattered against his plate. “And when I tell you, will you use it as an excuse to run away again?”

“No. I’m just curious because these are people I’m assuming I’ll have to deal with and who’ll

be around my child. I’d like to know what they think of me, what you’ve told them. I don’t understand

where the sudden anger is coming from.”

“It’s coming from you trying to push me away again.”

“Paranoid much?”

“No, I’m not.”

“I asked you an important question that I feel I need to know the answer to. Or do you expect

for me to wait for you to divulge everything, bit by bit, like you did about your divorce?”

How was the relationship he wanted going to work if he was going to keep secrets and

snapped at me every time I asked him about something he considered personal? Instead of answering

me outright, he grumbled something under his breath so low I couldn’t hear him. Speak louder,

jackass, I thought but caught myself before I said it out loud.

“I just don’t want to talk about them,” he said.

“You’re being really extra. Why are you really mad, Adam?”

“Just leave it alone, and eat, Eve,” he said, voiced strained.

“No. Tell me.” I dropped my fork onto the plate. That got his attention.

Straightening his back, he adverted his eyes. Since he was being a coward, I decided to

answer for him. The truth was written all over him.

“You’re still mad about me leaving? I thought we had solved our issues last night.”

“We did,” he said then ran his hand down his face.

“You’re mad, and it’s killing you holding it inside.”