She bumped against Theo again, and, whether by accident or design, managed to slide her arm along him too. Her long hair, now loose, cascaded over her shoulder and gleamed in the sunlight as it slithered briefly over Theo’s arm.
Subtle, she was not.
But she was young and lithe and she smelled good. She might be able to make him forget about Sage.
In fact, Jen reminded him more than a little of Sage, although Jen wasn’t as quiet as the redhead. Perhaps it was her young age that did it. He noticed the same youth and ingenuousness in Jen’s eyes, the free smiles and laughter that came easily. The giggles, the talk about clothes and hair…simple things.
While the things that were on his mind were always so much bigger and broader.
“And so, the princess climbed into a large teacup,” Vonnie said, lifting a palm-sized china cup and saucer that had somehow remained intact through the violence that had ravaged the earth. “It looked much like this, but it was wayyyy larger. In fact, it was so big, six people could fit inside it! It was pink with red swirling designs painted on the outside.”
“Was it made of glass?” piped up a tiny voice. “Or plastic?”
Vonnie pursed her lips, pretending to think, and then she looked at the cup in her hand and leaned forward to respond. “It was made of something magic,” she said. Then she lifted her face to look around the entire crowd, and repeated: “Magic.”
“What did the magic do?”
“It made the cup fly, around and around and around…so fast that the princess giggled and laughed. The wind brushed her face and tickled it, and tossed her hair. And inside her tummy she felt it curl and flutter like a thousand butterflies were inside!”
Jen shivered next to Theo—or at least, she hugged herself and rubbed her arms, whispering brrr. Hiding a smile, Theo shifted so that she could tuck under his arm, and he thought about how smooth her skin was, and how pretty she was when she smiled.
And how young. So, so young. So young that wisdom and experience had yet to cloud her gaze and imprint her skin. Gay and carefree, enjoying life.
While he felt old and used.
Theo looked over at Selena again. Alone, sitting high above and away from everyone else with her arms clasped loosely around bent knees. Despite the fact that he was in the midst of people, even hugging a lovely young woman, he felt just as separate as Selena seemed to be.
And, it struck him at that moment, that he’d felt that way for a long time. Longer than he’d realized. For decades: distant, separated, outcast. Despite the awesomeness of his superpower, despite the fact that he looked like a young, buff athlete at the top of his game, he was separated. Because of it.
Distant even from Lou in many ways, despite their brotherly connection. For at least Lou looked like who he was: an old man. At least people understood who Lou was merely by looking at him.
That was not true for Theo. His whole person was a lie.
And although he and Lou were close, connected so intimately, they were still so very separate. Alone.
The sun had begun to dip into the horizon, which flattened its curving bottom and sent pink and gold beams of light shooting through distant trees. He noticed the rosy-bronze nimbus touching one side of Selena’s hair, for she sat perpendicular to the horizon. Half of her face would soon be shadowed, as the other half of her head captured the last rays of sunlight.
The woman who’d saved his life.
No, the woman who’d brought him back to life. Literally. It still blew his mind.
How long had she been living while people died around her? How long had she lived a life filled with the pain and anguish of others…and why did she separate herself from the living? How did she go on when she saw death every day and still be fresh and upbeat and optimistic? He wanted to know more. He wanted to know the secrets of this woman, who looked nothing like who she really was.
Just like himself.
Something unfurled inside him, like a little shudder of awareness. A soft, slow understanding that settled into a question that would not be dislodged: But who am I?
As if feeling his attention on her, Selena glanced in Theo’s direction. Perhaps their eyes met, perhaps she merely skimmed her gaze over him. Regardless, she stood, easily, suddenly, looking away from him and the audience.
Not so very tall, but deliberate and curvy in those lean blue jeans and loose tunic. With long, thick, dark brown hair that was now sun-tipped with pink and bronze. And even from here, he could see bare feet.
“When the princess climbed out of the teacup, she found herself in a world of bright-colored houses. Blue and yellow, pink shuttered and green-roofed houses. Everything was a splash of color, as if it had been painted with the happiest rainbow. And the houses were sweet, big and bright cottages with heart-shapes cut from the shutters and plate-sized poppies and daisies springing up along the walkway. Everything was bigger than life, and so happy that the princess couldn’t help but smile as she walked along the street.”
Theo’s attention was drawn to Vonnie and something tickled the back of his mind. Why did this sound familiar? What story was she telling?
“There was a place where she could play, with a little airplane that swooped through the air on a track so she didn’t need to be scared. It soared and dipped and whizzed around, through a happy red barn and back out into the sunshine. The princess sat in the front seat behind the blue propeller and looked down at large, bright rows of corn as she flew above them.”
Jen leaned away to whisper something to a friend, and Theo saw them pass something between them. A twine bracelet with beads, followed by the bottle of wine. Jen drank and with sparkling, laughing eyes, offered it to Theo with a little huff of vintage-scented breath.
He drank, too, and by the time he lowered the bottle to pass it on, he saw that Selena had disappeared from her spot on the hill. And that the sun had sunk more than halfway. Shadows were lengthening. He had more than a mild attack of disappointment that he wasn’t going to get back to Blizek Beach tonight; he’d had visions of spending all night in the arcade, playing Bruce Wayne.
But there could be other benefits to hanging around here in Yellow Mountain tonight. A quick scan around the makeshift arena told him that Selena was gone from there as well, and his interest sharpened.
Out to hunt zombies again? Sneaking off into the coming night while everyone else was occupied? Crafty woman. Crazy, crafty woman.
While part of him could understand the exhilaration of doing dangerous things, the biggest part knew she must be crazy.
Theo extricated himself from Jen and stood.
When the young woman looked up at him and made as if to rise, he gave her a little “stay-put” gesture with his hand. “Be right back,” he said, leaning down to whisper so as not to interrupt the story.
Vonnie’s voice followed him as he walked off, “The princess walked on past the bright colored cottages where the famous mouses lived and soon came to a new part of the land. It was called the Magic Kingdom. And there she would ride on a flying elephant. And she would meet another princess—a mermaid with red hair.”
Theo paused to look back over his shoulder, comprehension dawning. That was why the story had seemed so familiar. The princess was visiting Disney World.
As the story continued, Theo carefully picked his way through the seated people. It reminded him of the outdoor rock concerts he’d attended when he was no longer a poor college student, where half of the audience spread out on the grassy hills beyond the stage and arena. They’d lay out blankets and drink beer and the sweet smell of pot would weave in and out of Coldplay or Kings of Leon and the summer breeze.
He scanned the fringes of the crowd, looking for a standing silhouette that was edging off into the growing darkness. The cluster of little houses around the McDonald’s—some of them had been trailers, or a gas station, and a couple seemed to have been constructed from remnants of buildings—was enclosed by a wall built of old cars, pieces of billboard or rooft
op, and other large remains from the devastation.
Theo focused his attention on the wall, looking for the crazy woman, the Death Lady, who apparently was trying to get herself killed by leaving safety when the day ended. The gangas would be out, with their glowing orange eyes and murderous claws, as soon as the sun slept.
Vonnie’s story had become absorbed by the distance and the rustle of a breeze through trees and bushes so that it was little more than a rising and falling murmur.
When he thought about the monsters beyond the walls, waiting for someone like Selena to walk into their hands, he wished he’d brought the makings for a bottle bomb. But the knapsack he’d left Envy with was long gone and he hadn’t had the time or resources to think about replacing it.
Idiot.
Theo walked more quickly, feeling an unusual urgency he didn’t understand. Where had she gone?
“Looking for the john again?”
He stopped and fairly spun around. “Selena,” he said. Her hair gleamed, rich and thick and dark. He wondered if it was as soft as it looked. He wondered when she slept, being up all night and with her patients all day…and how she’d look, tousled freshly from sleep.
“It’s over there,” she said, pointing…in the direction from which she appeared to have come. “The Tendys’ house, with the blue shutters.” Next to the overgrown McDonald’s parking lot.
“I wasn’t—” He stopped and re-engaged his brain. “Where are you going?”
Well, damn. That came out wrong too.
And when her full lips pursed he realized she thought so too. “I think I’m old enough not to need looking after,” she replied.
The slanted-eye glance that accompanied the low hitch to her voice was almost flirtatious and he smiled back.
She looked up at him for a moment, her lips half-curved. She had a wide mouth that looked as if it would be amazing to kiss—full and mobile and dark red.
Speaking of red…. “Your toes,” he said, yanking his eyes away from her mouth. “They’re…painted. Red.” Jee-sus, Theo, refocus. Could he sound any more ridiculous?
“I didn’t think guys noticed things like that,” she said, still smiling a little. It was written all over her face: fascination, contemplation…tinged with a little bit of horror.
He hoped the fascination would win out over the horror—whatever it was—because he realized he was definitely wanting to kiss her. “Well, they’re bright red. Kind of hard to miss. Where did you get nail polish?” he asked.
The fascination, contemplation and horror dissolved into confusion and surprise. “Nail polish?”
It dawned on Theo at that moment that no one had had nail polish for fifty years; at least the kind you bought from the drugstore in a little bottle. Maybe they called it something different. “Nail paint?”
Her brows had drawn together, and now they eased. “I know what nail polish is. I just haven’t heard anyone use that term…in a long time.”
Yeah. Forget the nail polish then. So where were we? “What were you saying about needing to be looked after?” he asked with a grin. Then he stepped closer and reached to touch the swath of hair brushing the front of her shoulder.
The fascination was back in her eyes, and he took advantage, sliding his hand around to the back of her shoulder and drawing her closer. Remembering her ganga slashes, he was careful in his movements.
The corners of her eyes crinkled a bit. “I don’t think I—ah.”
He’d covered her mouth with his, and caught the little huff of surprise just as their lips met. As kisses went, it was an easy one, a tentative am-I-really-doing-this sort of kiss. And when she tasted good, really good, of heat and sweetness and wine, he stepped in closer for another, deeper sample.
Now, both of her shoulders were under his gentle hands, her hair, silky and warm, trapped beneath his fingers, her mouth parting just enough so their lips fit together. She made a soft little noise against his lips, a little mmm, which sent a surprise flash of response shuttling through his body. Whoa.
He sank into her a bit deeper, taking more—still a gentleman, but one now with serious intent.
And then, she pulled gently away. Her hand had ended up on his chest, and he liked the feel of that solid warmth there, leeching through his thin t-shirt. That was, in fact, about the only thing he was aware of—aside from the throbbing of his well-kissed lips and other very attentive parts of his body that were demanding more of the same.
“Well,” she said, a little breathless. “Not bad for a guy who was dead three days ago.” And she smiled, a free, sexy smile that did almost the same thing to his insides as red-painted toenails and ankle bracelets.
“At least you didn’t say it was ‘nice,’” Theo said, remembering Sage’s reaction the first time he’d worked up the nerve to kiss her. That had been the first warning that it was going to be bad.
Selena smoothed her hand over his shirt as if to straighten away a wrinkle, and all thoughts of Sage scattered as his skin leapt and prickled beneath her touch. Sage who?
“Nice?” Selena replied. “That’s not the word that comes to mind.” Her eyes narrowed as her smile became a little flat. That tinge of horror was back in her face. “You’re a damn good kisser—for a youngster,” she said, and before he could re-engage his brain from where it had gone to mush, she turned away.
He could have gone after her, but he was still a little shaken by how much that kiss had…well, shaken him. And not only that, but he’d only taken one step when suddenly, there was Jen, coming around the corner of one of the houses.
Talk about a youngster.
Selena made herself move with casual slowness even though her knees were weak and her mind was reeling.
It was the wine. She told herself it had to be the wine, the half a bottle she’d drunk with dinner, that had made one simple kiss go right to her head. Holy cats, she’d practically drooled all over him. Thank God it was getting dark so no one—let alone Theo—would see the embarrassed flush on her cheeks.
Of course, she could explain that too. Didn’t everyone get flushed from drinking red wine?
But the wobble in her knees and the fluttering in her belly as she walked away from him…not so easy to explain away. Definitely not so easy to disregard the heat that had swarmed her as she leaned into that solid, young—so young, so hard and muscular—body.
What the hell was he doing, kissing a woman old enough to be his mother?
Then the rush of embarrassment got worse when she realized exactly what must have happened. Why he’d felt compelled to kiss her. The kid probably figured he owed her.
It was a pity kiss!
Oh God, oh God, I need a drink. Her face was burning and her stomach tight with shame. She felt ill.
Selena looked around for Frank—he’d probably know where she could find another glass of wine. Or even something stronger.
She was no better than Jen. No….worse. Jen was only seven years older than Sam, and hopefully she hadn’t kissed Sam…plus Theo had to be at least twenty years younger than Selena.
Oh no! she wailed inside her head.
She’d seen how cozy Theo had been with the young woman, all cuddled up there on the blankets. Oh my God, I am such a busted idiot.
As if he’d look twice at Selena when he had slim, young, gorgeous Jennifer hanging on him.
Could she feel any worse? Any more embarrassed? Yeah, she could. If anyone else had seen her throwing herself at a young man. What if Sam heard about it? Oh geeeez.
Was there a chance that no one had seen them? A decent chance, she thought, focusing on that problem instead of what she was going to say and how she was going to act the next time she saw Theo. Oh God.
They’d been away from the audience, and a few clumps of bushes squatted between them and the little grassy area where everyone was sitting. It was growing dark, there were more shadows, and no one was probably paying any attention to them because Vonnie had them in the palm of her hand with her story. And the
angle at which they’d been standing to one of the houses would also have blocked a direct view.
Selena felt a little bit easier once she realized that. Sure, it was going to be horrible to see Theo tomorrow, but she could get through that. She’d had a lot worse things to handle in her lifetime.
And aside from that, now that he was feeling well, there was no reason for him to stay in Yellow Mountain anyway. He’d be leaving soon. Maybe even tomorrow.
Hopefully tomorrow.
Ah, there was Frank, walking along more quickly than a ninety-three-year-old man had the right to. He always came to the storytelling nights, but rarely sat and listened for more than fifteen minutes at a time. There were too many other things to do, he said—torches to light when it got dark, the pig to roast and clean up, the fire to keep going, and so on. And he was one of the few—probably the only person—who felt comfortable leaving Yellow Mountain’s walls when it was dark. Hell, he’d say, when it’s my time to go, it’s my goddam time.
“Frank,” she said, moving toward him. “Got anything to drink?”
He paused in his energetic stride. “Does a dog shit in the damned grass?” he said gruffly. “’Course I’ve got some beer.” He peered at her with his sharp eyes, still glinting clearly in the lowering light. “You look like you could use one.” He started off, then turned and said, “Are you coming? I ain’t got all damned night. Gotta get those damn torches lit ’round there so no one falls and breaks a goddamed leg. People don’t think around here, leave every damn thing to me.”
Hiding a smile, Selena followed him off. As she did so, she glanced back toward where she’d left Theo standing. He was still there, not looking after her, thank goodness. But that was because Jen was there, standing very close, right up against him, looking up into his face.
As Jen reached up to touch his cheek, and Theo bent his head toward hers, Selena turned away.
Well, thank goodness that’s settled. They make a much better picture than the two of us did.
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