In Death 26 - Strangers in Death

pity. Myself, I’m going to sit down, drink this wine, and continue to resist the urge to rap your head against the handiest solid surface.”
    When he sat, when he sipped, she continued to stand. “You can’t be this mad because I ran short before payday.”
    “You’d be wrong about that.”
    She’d have preferred the heat, a good fiery blast of it. And she knew he understood that, knew it, as he gave her rigid ice. “Jesus, what’s the big deal? I had some unforeseens. I had to flip a couple to a weasel last week, and I don’t know, other stuff. There was that kid, and—”
    “I’ve just said I don’t care how you spend your money. I care that you’d rather walk around without any in your pocket than ask me for a bit of cash. Or get it for yourself as you know the combination of the damn safes around here.”
    “I’m not going into one of your safes for—”
    “And there it is.” He set the wineglass down in a gesture so careful, so deliberate, she understood he’d barely resisted heaving it. “You won’t go into my safes. And you can’t see how insulting that is to me? To us?”
    To give herself a moment, she took off her coat, tossed it over with his. Then she sat, picked up the wine. Studied it. “You think it should be easy, that because we’re married it should be smooth for me to hit you up—”
    “There it is again. How the hell is it hitting me up?”
    “Christ.” Despite the fact that her head throbbed, she took a good slug of wine. “Because that’s how it would feel. Do you know how long it’s taken me to get used to living here—well, almost used to it—to feel, really, feel that it is my home? Not yours, not even ours, those were easier. But mine? Your money came down in the minus column for me. I fell for you in spite of it. If that makes me an idiot, too damn bad.”
    “I came from nothing, and built this. I’ve pride in that, and so I understand yours. Your pride. I also know the money means little to nothing to you. So why then, can’t you take a bit of what means so little rather than running on empty when it’s so ridiculously unnecessary?”
    Not so pissed now, she noted with some relief. Baffled, maybe even a little hurt, but no longer furious. “I didn’t think about it. I didn’t notice I was so light until I pulled out the ten. I’ve had other things on my mind besides…And all that’s true, but all that’s an evasion.”
    She drank again to ease the tightness in her throat. “I can’t. I’m sorry, really, that it hurts or upsets you. I can’t hold out my hand to you, not for money. I just can’t. So it’s going to have to piss you off or insult you or whatever it does. I just can’t do it, Roarke.”
    He picked up his glass again, said nothing for several moments as he sat, as he sipped. “You could if we were on more even ground, as you see it?”
    “No. It’s not how much, it’s at all.”
    He searched her face. “That’s hardheaded, short-sighted, and tight-assed. But, all right then.”
    “All right then?” Flabbergasted, she gaped at him. “All right? That’s it?”
    “Those may be three of your qualities that land in the minus column for me,” he said with a hint of a smile. “I fell for you despite them.” He pulled out his money clip, and that finger came up, silencing her as effectively as it had Summerset. He set fifty on the table between them. “You’ll do me a favor and take that as a loan so you don’t walk out of here with nothing but your hard head and tight ass in the morning. That’ll make sixty you owe me come payday, counting the previous ten.”
    “Okay.” She took the fifty, stuffed it in her pocket. “Did we just compromise?”
    “I believe we did.”
    “Good.” She took another sip of wine, looked around. “So. This is a nice room.”
    “It is, yes. It’s just been redecorated. Came out well, I think.”
    “Get out. Really? When?”
    “Just after the holidays.” He smiled fully now. “I believe I mentioned something to you about it, in case you wanted any input on the colors and fabrics and so on.”
    “Oh. Yeah. I guess I remember something about that. You probably did better without me.”
    “I never have, never will.”
    She sighed, sunk into love with him. “Maybe we could have dinner in here tonight.”
    “Is that another compromise?”
    “I was thinking of it more like interest on the sixty.”
    He laughed. “Well then, I charge high rates. You’ll have to get the meal to