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never popped by unannounced before but there’s always a first time for everything. What would she tell him? Did she leave something at the crime scene to incriminate herself? Not possible, she decided. She was too cautious for that.
    â€œFuck it. Here we go,” she said to herself.
    Walter answered the door with his pit bull, Apollo, standing by his side. He had bought the dog when he moved into his house to protect it during the day. Billie liked the dog but thought that Walter was ridiculous for thinking he needed protection in this sleepy-ass town.
    â€œCome in.” Billie couldn’t read Walter’s expressionless face as he stepped to the side to let her in.
    Billie walked straight to the living room and waited for Walter to take the lead. There was an odd tension between the two that hadn’t been there before. Billie didn’t know if she should sit or stand or what. Before she knew where he was coming from and what this was about, she was going to stay cool. Get the information you need before you make any moves. That was her play in this situation.
    â€œYou want something to drink?” Walter asked.
    â€œI’m good.” Billie sat on the couch. Normally she would tuck her feet up under her when she sat on this couch, but tonight felt more formal than before, so she kept her feet on the floor.
    Walter left Billie in the living room as he went to the kitchen and cracked open a beer. He reentered the living room, sat across from Billie, and took a swig of his beer before setting it down on the side table. He didn’t say anything. He just looked at Billie with that blank look that she couldn’t read.
    Billie was getting annoyed at this little show. She wasn’t some hoodlum in an interrogation room who Walter was trying to play. She was the bitch he was fucking. So get on with it. Show some respect. She was about ready to scream, “Just tell me what you want, motherfucker! Stop this little act of yours.”
    â€œWell?” Billie frowned.
    â€œWell, what?” he answered.
    â€œYou said you wanted to talk, so talk.”
    He nodded. “All right. What’s going on? I feel like you haven’t been honest with me.”
    â€œI told you I turned my phones off last night. I was in bed and asleep by nine o’clock.” Billie became defensive, even though she was lying.
    â€œI’m not talking about last night. I mean you seem to be holding something back and pulling away lately.”
    Billie was relieved to know this had nothing to do with the murder she had committed. He was right that she had been holding something back; it just had nothing to do with their relationship.
    â€œWhat are you talking about? I’m here, aren’t I?” she said, a little snippy.
    â€œBillie—” He stopped himself to gather his thoughts. He wanted to make sure he was saying exactly what he wanted to say. He clenched his jaw and took a few deep breaths.
    â€œWhat?” Billie was impatient.
    â€œI want more, okay? I want more from you, from us. I want to spend more time with you. I want to know that I am the only man in your life, because you are the only woman I want in mine.” The words rushed out of him like compressed air being released from a soda bottle.
    Billie said nothing for a second as she absorbed what Walter had just said. She needed to answer this very carefully. There was no way in hell she could give him more right now, but she didn’t want to give him up either.
    â€œI barely have time for you. How could I have any time for another guy?” Billie answered.
    â€œMaybe that’s why you don’t have time for me, because you are spending it with other dudes.”
    â€œDon’t be ridiculous. All I do is work and occasionally hang out with you.” Billie dismissed his theory by swiping her hand in the air like she was shooing a fly.
    â€œHang out with me more.”
    â€œI can’t. Not right now.