I felt drowsy and sated and confused. My head was spinning, and I didn’t want to think about why Pete had pushed his way into my bed last night. This was something I wanted to savor while it lasted. I propped myself up on one elbow and started tracing little circles around his flat nipple. He jerked awake and, after giving me a disgusted look, dragged himself out of the bed. “Pack your things,” he said with a deadly chill to his voice as he moved in quick bursts, pulling on his shorts and then his shirt. “What? Why?” “If I’m paying for this, I’ll want you close at hand. Where I can keep an eye on you.” He tossed open the door. “I’ll tell Mamma Jo you’ll be moving out. Be ready to leave by the time I get back.” I started to protest. But he slammed the door and was gone. HE DIDN’T COME BACK. Mamma Jo came into the room without knocking. I’d showered and had put on shorts and a baby blue T-shirt, but by no means had I packed my things. I wasn’t going with Aloha Pete.
