Free Almost Dead by Lisa Jackson Page B

start taking things out.”
     
    “I think I should stay,” Jack said, just as Cissy was thinking he should be leaving.
    Damn him, Jack could be so muleheaded. Still, she thought she’d heard him wrong. “Don’t use this as an excuse.”
    He handed B.J. to her. “If you want, I’ll camp out on the couch.”
    “Don’t you get the concept of ‘separated’?” Cissy demanded in frustration. “Didn’t you hear what I was just saying? And, wait a minute.” She paused for effect as Beej squirmed in her arms. “Didn’t you say you got served today?”
    “Don’t fight me,” Jack said softly, dangerously. “I’d just feel better about it,” he said, so close to her she could smell the clean scent of his aftershave, see the striations of darker blue in his irises. In her arms, her traitor of a son had the nerve to rain one of his incredible baby smiles on both of them. As if all were right in the world, as if his loving great-grandmother were alive and his parents were living some fairy tale.
    “No,” she whispered, though her heart was tearing.
    Jack leaned even closer, his breath warm against her ear. “Your psycho mother is on the run, Ciss. Remember her? How relentless and cruel she can be? God knows where she’ll turn up or what she’ll do. And your grandmother died tonight, possibly the result of someone helping her along to the hereafter.”
    “You don’t know that.”
    “I do know that things have taken a turn for the weirder, and I don’t like it. I’m staying.” To prove his point, he walked into the living room, sidestepped an array of B.J.’s toys, and flopped himself down on the leather couch they’d picked out together less than two years earlier.
    Her stupid heart squeezed, but she ignored it, just held onto her son a little more tightly. “Jack, you can’t stay here.”
    “What’re you going to do? Call the police?”
    “They’re probably already camped outside again, waiting for Marla.” God, he was stubborn. “I don’t want you here.”
    “It’s only for a night.”
    “No, Jack. Not one night, not one hour.” She shifted Beej from one hip to the other.
    “Damn it, Cissy.”
    “I know. I’m pigheaded. So are you, actually. We should have been perfect for each other.” She was steamed now, all the rage she’d felt after witnessing Jack step out of Larissa’s apartment boiling up again.
    She remembered the scene in vivid technicolor. Jack had still been tucking his shirt into his pants, his tie was missing, his hair wet and a mess, as if he’d just towel-dried it after a shower. Larissa was in the doorway in a bathrobe and, it seemed, nothing much else. Cissy’s heart had dropped to her knees as she’d sat in her car, half a block up the street, sunglasses covering her eyes.
    Though they hadn’t kissed, Jack had flashed a smile at Larissa as he’d left and sketched her a wave before tripping down the stairs to his Jeep, parked right in the parking lot of the apartment building. Larissa, watching him go, had stepped barefoot onto the outside balcony, leaned over the top railing, and blown him a kiss as he’d fired up his Jeep. Her just-washed hair had caught in the sunlight, her cleavage playing peek-a-boo with the lapels of her robe, a breast slipping free before she laughingly clutched the lapels together again.
    All for Jack’s benefit.
    Even now, just thinking about it, Cissy felt wounded and mad all over again. Her jaw tensed.
    As if reading her thoughts, Jack stopped arguing. He reached forward and ruffled Beej’s blond curls. Tiredly, he asked, “You sure that’s the way you want it?”
    She inched her chin up a fraction. “Absolutely.”
    “Then…if you’re sure you and Beej will be okay here alone…”
    “We’ll be fine,” she assured him as if she meant it, as if it didn’t hurt her to face him, as if she weren’t already grieving for her grandmother, as if she weren’t really worried about her mother’s escape from prison. “If I get