Bella’s eyes were drills going into him. “You and her.”
“For God’s sake!” He shouted it, and jumped up from the table. “What are you building here? That broad don’t mean a thing to me. I hardly even know her!”
He jammed his hands into his trousers pockets and started to walk up and down alongside the table.
“Another thing,” Bella said. “You didn’t come home last night. I stayed up, waiting for you. Where’d you go? Where’d you sleep?”
The floor seemed to be moving under his feet and he wished it would keep on moving and take him away from all these questions he couldn’t handle. But the floor kept him there near the table, holding him on the track, setting him there like a slowly moving target while the sharpshooter took aim.
Then Bella shot it at him. “Whoever she is, she’s doing something to you. She’s got you wrapped around her finger.”
It was like a crowbar hitting him in the eyes. He backed away from the table, staring at Bella. “What gives you that crazy idea?”
“I can tell. It’s plastered all over your face.”
He took several deep breaths. But that didn’t help. He turned his back to the table, folded his arms, and glowered at the floor.
And he heard Bella saying, “You see what I mean? It shows. You can’t even look me in the eye.”