Timepiece: An Hourglass Novel

by Myra Mcentire

“So I should go clear all of this up and tell her how I really feel.”

  Her answering smile was genuine. “Absolutely. But maybe clean up first. You have cookie crumbs on your chin.”

  Chapter 39

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  he wind slammed the door to Murphy’s Law open so hard the glass in the windows rattled. The shop was almost empty except for two girls behind the counter. One almost dropped a tray of mugs when she saw me. The other, who I recognized as Sophie, spoke as if her lips were numb. “Can I help you?”

  “I need Lily.” It had taken me well past dinner to get the nerve up to talk to her. Now that I was here, I didn’t want to waste time.

  “She’s roasting beans. In the back. Do you want me to—”

  Instead of answering, I blew past her and pushed my way through the swinging door. The air smelled like heaven. Em would get a contact high.

  “Lily?”

  She stuck her head out from behind the edge of a huge metal roaster. One hand was wrapped around a steaming mug of mint tea, and the other held an open book clutched to her chest. As she stepped around the side of the roaster, her index finger slipped into the book to mark her place.

  I wanted to tackle her.

  “Kaleb.” A buzzer went off. She put the tea and book down before flipping a switch on the machine. “Why are you here?”

  “I need to talk to you. Please.”

  She sighed.

  “I’m not going to go away until you talk to me.” I put my hands flat on the counter and met her eyes. “And I’ll follow you if you leave.”

  Walking to the swinging door and opening it, she leaned out into the coffee shop proper. “Hey, Katie—you and Sophie shut down and then head home early. No sane person is going to come out for coffee once this rain moves in, anyway. Just put the sign in the window. I’ll lock up.”

  The girls on the other side of the door said something I couldn’t hear, and Lily laughed. “He’s fine. Thanks for the concern.”

  She came back in the kitchen with a strange expression on her face.

  “What?” I asked.

  “They were worried. I guess you made quite an impression on the way in.”

  “I was kind of in a hurry. I really wanted to talk to you.”

  “You’re also as big as a house, tattooed, and pierced. And wearing a black leather jacket.”

  “Oh yeah.” I’m a bad ass. A bad ass who bakes when he’s depressed.

  “How can I help you, Kaleb?” she asked, the venom finally leaking through the smile.

  Two pairs of eyes peered through the circular window that led into the kitchen. “Can we go somewhere more private?”

  She hesitated, and then pulled off her glasses, rubbing her face in frustration. “Fine. But make it fast. I don’t want my tea to get cold.”

  I followed her out of the impeccable kitchen through a heavy-duty steel door into an alley. Even the trash was organized, the recycling sorted and stored in neat bins.

  “What?” She slumped back against the brick wall of the building, putting one foot against the wall and twisting her apron strings around her fingers.

  “I think you misunderstood what you saw yesterday.” The wind picked up, and leaves from the red maples that lined Main skittered down the alley.

  “What, you mean you and Ainsley Paran?”

  “I didn’t even know her last name.”

  “That does not make it better.” Em had said the same thing. Lily dropped the apron strings and gestured with her hands. “And, anyway, she acted like she knew yours. And possibly the length of your inseam.”

  “We met one night, last summer. Downtown. We danced. I might have kissed her once or twice. That’s it. And that was not … a good time in my life. And as far as the other girl, her name is Ava, and we mostly really dislike each other, but for some reason she rescued me—”

  “I know Ava.”

  I saw a flash of lightning and heard thunder in the distance. “You do?”

  “Yeah. I met her when I met Dune.”

  I wanted to ask exactly when she’d met Dune, and why they were so flirty with each other, but all of that fell strictly into the category of None of Kaleb’s Business, especially under the current circumstances. So instead, I just said, “Oh.”

  “I still don’t know why you’re here.” She looked up at the sky, pushed off the wall with her foot, and headed toward the steel door. “You don’t owe me an explanation.”

  I stepped in front of her. “But I want to give you one.”

  “Why?”

  I put my hands on her shoulders to stop her from going inside. “Because you matter.”

  “Kaleb …”

  “That’s what I was coming to tell you yesterday when that girl hijacked me on the street corner. You matter. No one’s ever mattered before, but you do, and I wanted you to know. So now you know.”

  She opened her mouth to speak, but before she could get anything out, the skies opened up. “I let the back door lock behind me and I forgot my keys.” Lily had to yell over the pounding rain. “We need to go around to the front.”

  Lightning flashed again, followed by a huge clap of thunder. This time it was much closer.

  “No, come here. The storm’s on top of us.” I led her to my dad’s truck, parallel parked at the front of the alley, and helped her in before hurrying around to the driver’s side.

  Rain hammered against the roof, but at least we were under cover. Her teeth were chattering.

  “Are you cold?” I asked.

  “F-f-f-freezing.”

  “Maybe you should get closer to me. Body heat. It’s important in a crisis situation such as this.” She cut her eyes at me and I cranked the engine. Flipping on the heater, I pointed all the vents at her. “But manufactured heat will work, too, I guess.”

  She sat cross-legged in the middle of the bench seat with her back to the dash. The air stirred the tendrils of hair that had escaped from her bun.

  “I think my dad has a blanket in here somewhere.” When I felt her eyes on me, I stopped shuffling and sat up. “Why are you staring at me like that?”

  “You’re always taking care of people. You … I don’t know … observe, and then you give others what they need, by instinct.” Her right knee barely touched my right hip, but it made my skin tingle. “It’s not just an empathy thing. Physical actions go with it.”

  I shrugged. “If someone needs something and I can give it to them, why wouldn’t I help?”

  “You … are so confusing.” She laughed. “And I’m so tired.”

  “Of what?”

  “Of being interrupted, waiting for the right time, trying to figure all this out.” She leaned forward and slid her hands into my hair, resting her cheek against mine. “Not getting what I really want.”

  Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale.

  “What do you really want?”

  She placed a gentle kiss on the corner of my eyelid. If I’d closed my eyes, my lashes would have brushed against her lips. Then she leaned over to kiss my left cheek, pressing her body close to mine.

  The breathing thing was getting more difficult.

  “Lily. You’re messing with me.”

  “No. Not yet.” She moved her mouth to my right jaw, then the left side of my neck, then back up to my chin.

  As much as I was enjoying the buildup, I was certain that if there was going to be a payoff, it would outweigh it. But whatever happened next needed to be her decision.

  “What do you want?” I repeated.

  She hesitated for two seconds before I saw the power in her eyes, felt it coming off her in waves. “You.”

  Exactly what I was waiting for.

  We met halfway. Lips and teeth and the taste of her tongue, the heat of her skin against mine, unexpected through our rain-soaked clothes. Touching her was way more addictive than any substance I’d ever tried.

  I wanted to unzip my skin and pull her inside.

  Lily twisted her hands in the sleeves of my jacket and
pushed back. Her eyes were wide, her voice unsteady. “This is more intense than I thought it would be. And I was banking on intense.”

  I unpinned her hair and trailed my fingers over her collarbones, into the hollow of her throat. “How is intense working for you?”

  She shuddered and grabbed my wrists. “More, please.”

  I kissed her slowly, taking my time. My hands were on her neck, and I could feel her pulse beating in her throat. I moved my mouth across her jawline and felt it speed up.

  “Wait,” she gasped.

  I stopped, my mouth just below her ear. “I thought you wanted more.”

  “I do. There’s just a steering wheel digging into my back.”

  “Not enough real estate in here to kiss you.” I scooted over and wrapped my arms around her, cradling her, holding her as tightly as I could. “That’s a damn shame.”

  “We could just go up.” She leaned back and pointed to her apartment.

  I tried not to get too caught up in what arching her back did to her front.

  “Although it might be too much real estate. Especially since Abi isn’t home.”

  Lily. Me. Alone. Arching. I groaned.

  “What was that for?” she asked.

  “The way you feel, and taste, and empty real estate … sounds really tempting.”

  “Yes. I’d like to take you upstairs and kiss you cross-eyed.”

  “I’d like to be taken upstairs.” And do a whole lot more than kiss.

  She read between the lines like a champ. “Then any real estate that involves an empty bedroom and a serious lack of supervision probably isn’t the wisest choice right now.”

  “You don’t make me feel like being wise.” I touched my lips to hers again, pulled her body even closer to mine. “I want to be with you.”

  “Kaleb.”

  “Not because of this.” I gestured to her in my arms. “Because of you.”

  A smile teased across her lips. “I have to go close up shop.”

  “How long will it take you?” I asked. “I’ll wait.”

  She raised one eyebrow.

  “Just to make sure you get home okay.” I raised my hands innocently. “Swear.”

  “It’s okay. I could be a while.” She bent down to the floorboard to retrieve her apron and slipped it over her head. “I should really do a round of baking prep before I leave.”

  “I’m staying. I don’t want you here alone.” I didn’t want to give Jack any openings to do more damage.

  “I do this all the time.”

  “Now you don’t have to. Please. You know I’m excellent in the kitchen.”

  “You’re probably excellent everywhere.”

  “I look forward to testing that theory.” I grinned and leaned over to kiss her again.

  “Stop,” she protested, but she was teasing. “I will resist your charms. For now. But if you want to help me bake, come on.”

  “Wait.” When my phone rang, I grabbed her apron strings, not ready to let her go yet. It was Dune.

  “Yeah?” I held up one finger when she giggled.

  “Get over here. I managed to access the Skroll.”

  The call disconnected. “I’ll help you close up shop, but no baking today. We have somewhere to be.”

  Chapter 40

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  went inside Murphy’s Law with Lily to do the basics, like double checking that all the machines were off and the doors were locked. “Okay. We can go. We’re all good.” She hung up her apron. Before she could say another word, I slid my hand behind her head, pulling her in close for a kiss.

  “Yes, we are,” I said, not letting her go.

  “Do it again,” she murmured against my lips.

  I did.

  I helped her into the truck, backed out, and drove down Main Street, holding her hand. Pumpkins lined the sidewalk, fresh from the carving contest. They’d be illuminated through Halloween. After trick-or-treating, they’d be thrown into a fire for the Pumpkin Smash, a combination dance/bonfire/pumpkin demolition party that happened downtown.

  Maybe everything would be resolved by then. It had to be.

  I pulled into my driveway and parked close to the pool house. When I walked around to help Lily down from the truck, I took her hand again. “Is it okay if I hang on to this?”

  “I’d prefer it.”

  I held her hand all the way inside, and didn’t let go when everyone looked up from the table. Em and Michael smiled at us. Dune seemed disappointed.

  “How did you manage it?” I asked, determined to concentrate on the task at hand, and not think about how smooth Lily’s skin was. “Did you just keep trying?”

  “Do or do not, there is no try,” Dune said, looking wise.

  Nate entered the living room, so quickly I couldn’t tell from which direction. “Seriously, you’re like … the antithesis of Yoda.”

  “Oh, look at you, using the big words.” Dune clapped his hands like a proud parent.

  “Okay, y’all,” Em said. “Sheathe your light sabers and let’s get down to business.”

  Nate’s eyes grew as big as saucers. “I’m not going to make a ‘that’s what she said’ joke. I’m just telling you. I am not.”

  I bit my tongue so I wouldn’t laugh. I didn’t want to give Lily any reason to let go of my hand.

  Dune gave a saintly sigh and motioned for all of us to gather around the coffee table. “Okay. There’s a USB, so I knew it most likely needed a charge, but I went through six cords before I figured out the right sequence to use to keep it from blowing a fuse.” He grinned at Michael. “You and Em aren’t the only ones who are electric around here.”

  “It’s not electricity,” Em argued. “Or chemistry. It’s physics.”

  “Anyway,” Dune continued, “I knew there was more data on it than I could see. I used the biggest external drive I could buy in town, 3TB, and I still couldn’t get it to transfer or open. So I ordered this handy-dandy one from the Internet.” He tapped the top of a shiny black box. “I still only got enough to break the encryption.”

  “The what?” Em had to stand on her tiptoes to try to see over everyone else’s shoulders. Finally, she just punched Nate in the arm until he moved.

  “The encryption. It makes data unreadable to anyone who doesn’t have a key or password. Skrolls are super futuristic and still in development for the masses.” He touched a button, and the screen lit up. He flipped it around so we could see it and pulled a stylus out of his pocket. “Everyone sit so you can all see, and so Em will stop punching.”

  Once we did, he pushed a release button on the side of the Skroll and a flat, flexible screen slid out. It looked like it was made of silicon. Images popped up all over it, and then, with the touch of another button, the backlit screen became a holographic projector. Images, documents, diaries, maps—from the most simplistic to the most advanced—spun around in the air with one touch.

  “Sweet,” Nate said under his breath.

  “How does it work exactly?” Em asked.

  “I shall demonstrate. But I need to come clean about something first.” Dune put down the stylus. “I’ve known about the Infinity-glass for a long time. It’s sort of an obsession. So is Chronos.”

  “What?” Dune was firmly locked in logic and facts. His ability to control the tides meant he couldn’t use it without serious consequences. Like tsunamis. Something as impossible as a mythical, all-controlling hourglass didn’t seem like his thing. “How did you find out about them?”

  “My dad told me stories when I was younger. And then, as I got older, I did lots of research. The Infinityglass is part of the reason I’m so good at it.” He grinned. “What I’ve learned recently is that Chronos claims that they’re widely varied in their pursuits, but the Hourglass isn’t the only group focusing on time-related abilities. Chronos has been connected to every important horological discovery in the last one hundred years, at least. Have you ever heard of horology?”

  Nate giggled.

  “I�
��m sorry. It sounds dirty. I’m not going to say anything else today. Swear.” Nate locked his lips with an imaginary key and then threw it over his shoulder.

  Dune shook his head and moved on. “Horology is the science of time and the study of timekeeping devices, from the water clock to the hourglass to the pendulum and beyond. You could call the Infinityglass the ultimate timepiece in the field of horology. Some think it’s mythical, others believe it’s real. And that’s what’s on the Skroll. Information about the Infinityglass.”

  “What is it?” Em asked. “What’s it supposed to do?”

  “The Infinityglass was initially created for a pure purpose,” Dune said. “It was supposed to channel time-related abilities from person to person, but instead, whoever had possession of the Infinityglass could use it to steal the time-related ability of anyone he or she touched.”

  Helpless. Hopeless. Em’s emotions slammed into my chest.

  “The Infinityglass is the other alternative.” Emerson’s defeat had worked its way into her voice. “Jack trying to travel on his own didn’t work out, I didn’t work out, so now he’s looking for the Infinityglass. It puts all of us in danger.”

  “Not if he can’t find it,” Dune said, an unmistakable look of determination on his face. “Reports of the Infinityglass dropped off around the early 1900s. It resurfaced briefly in the 1940s, and then again in the 1980s. Both times, it was rumored to be somewhere in Egypt, but then it was lost again.”

  “Egypt? ” Lily and I said at the same time.

  “There were rumors of it associated with a pyrami … oh hell.” Dune dropped his head.

  “Well, at least half of it makes sense now,” Em said. “The headquarters of a mythical time mafia would totally be located in an abandoned pyramid in downtown Memphis.”

  “That only explains the 1980s, though. Not the 1940s,” Dune said. I could almost hear him computing the information inside his head.

  “Why would Teague lay down the ultimatum for us to find Jack if she didn’t think she was close to finding him or the Infinityglass?” I asked. “And if Jack was close to finding it, why would he risk so much just to show up to taunt us?”