She narrowed her eyes, then gave a little shrug. Don’t just go storming off into your room and giving me the big chill. If I’m not telling you stuff, or you think I’m not, then you’ve got to let me know.
“But like I said,” he continued, “I need you to help me out. Just sometimes I have to work things through before I can put them into words. And I promise I’ll think about it more, talk to you more about what I’m thinking. You have to let me know what’s going on in your head as well. I don’t know how to do that, but I can learn.
“Listen, I want to make sure you’re happy. Jack ran his fingers back through his hair as he thought about what he wanted to say next.
How am I supposed to know?” He gave a heavy sigh. “And I’m not any better at this than you are either. “Jesus, Billie,” he said, rubbing his forehead with the tips of his fingers. That’s all.” Her face was threatening something, her bottom lip working as she looked at him. “How am I supposed to know what I want? I’m not some tough guy running around solving cases. She looked up at him then, the motion with her spoon halted. “What do you want, Billie? What do you really want?” She picked up her spoon and started playing with the soup, stirring it around and around, looking down at the bowl. I just need you to work on acting like someone who really is a partner, not some little girl playing at being all adult and responsible.” Maybe one of the luckiest things that’s happened over the last couple of years. I think it’s really lucky that we found each other. You’re so good at the stuff you do, Billie. I’ve told you before, I rely on you for lots of things. Sulking, stamping off into your room, locking yourself away, not telling me what I’m supposed to have done. But we’re not going to work as partners if you keep putting on these little performances. “Look, you want me to stop treating you like a kid, then you’ve got to stop acting like one. She too laid down her spoon and met his gaze. “Billie, look at me for a minute, will you?” He took a deep breath, laid his utensils down, and folded his hands in front of him. He took another mouthful, briefly indulged in the sensation again. He opened his eyes again, looking across at Billie concentrating on her soup. He took a small taste of the terrine, closing his eyes briefly as the small piece melted and filled his mouth with flavor, rich, earthy. “Yeah,” she said, nodding after tasting it.
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