by Claire Adams
"Maybe that's what we can ask the psychic about," I suggested.
The thought of this Tabitha person being able to see more than the normal person could perceive worried me. What if she took one look at me and knew I was falling for Penn?
It seemed impossible. I mean, we looked like complete opposites. Penn was wearing cargo shorts and a faded tee shirt. I was in dressy, black capri pants and a blouse. One glance from a normal person would confirm that we just didn't mesh, but what would a psychic say?
Would she know that I lay awake at night? Would she know how many times I counted out the steps between our rooms without getting out of bed? I tried to think of it as an alternative to counting sheep, but it only left me wide awake.
"We could get lost in the woods," Penn suggested.
I looked off the darkening edges of the path and weighed my options. Get eaten by wild animals or sit across from a supposed psychic. "You don't think she's the real thing, do you?"
"Don't you believe in psychics?" Penn asked.
I stopped on the path despite the fading light. "Do you?”
"I believe people can be a lot more powerful than they appear. Maybe she's just very perceptive."
That didn't comfort me at all. It didn't take a perceptive person to notice I was hand-in-hand with Penn out in the woods, instead of across a linen tablecloth with Joshua. I'd made my choice, but even I wasn't sure how far it went. And I wasn't ready for someone else to show me. Or, worse, tell Penn.
The trail was uneven, but well packed. Penn led the way but took the time to explain. "The spa's motto is mind, body, and spirit. The manicured gardens and luxuries are supposed to be for the body. Then there are the outdoor classes and guided activities. And, there's this. They made the path to look rustic."
I wobbled around a corner after him and saw another trail sign. "Meditation Grove?"
"One of my mother's favorite places. She leads groups here at least twice a week. Or she did." He kicked a few rocks loose along the path. "I looked on the schedule, and she's been taking a lot of time off."
I squeezed his hand. "Resting is good. It means she's trying to take care of herself. She’s trying to fight this thing."
I was still concentrating on Penn's worry for his mother when we came to the next sign. "Let's get this over with, huh?" he said and marched me past a sign that read “Psychic Consultant.”
"Come in," a musical voice called from the old-fashioned expedition tent. "It may seem silly, but I know why you're here."
"And who we are," Penn snorted. "My mother sent us."
"Of course, of course, and I'll get to you, Alice's son." Tabitha stood up from a brightly colored rug and took both my hands. "But first, I want to comfort Corsica. May I embrace you, my dear?"
Her faded sea blue eyes were so sincere that my heart bobbed in response. Tabitha enclosed me in a gentle hug, and her soft, silvered hair brushed my cheek. I blinked back sudden tears and thanked her in a whisper. It had been a long time since I felt the gentle support of a mother.
"Your mother's fight with cancer was so hard on you," Tabitha said. She straightened up and smoothed my hair back from my face.
Penn snorted again. "You mean my mother, don't you? Need to get your notes straightened out?"
"My mother died of cancer," I told him.
The gold fleck in Penn's eyes stood out as he gaped at me. "You never told me that. How could you not tell me that?"
Tabitha stepped between us. "Because she was helping you. She was playing the part you assigned her. What part is that?"
Penn cleared his throat. "Corsica is my fiancée. I'm sure Alice thinks that's an archaic role, but Corsica came here to help my family."
"As if she was part of it already." Tabitha smiled at Penn.
He turned away from her and skimmed over the knickknacks she had lined up on a rough wooden shelf. "We'd really like to focus on the here and now. So, I don't mind if we make this quick."
Tabitha sat on the rug and pulled me down beside her. "Obviously the past and the future are not easy to think about for either of you. Though, it is part of what binds you so close together."
Penn met my eyes and pulled a goofy expression behind Tabitha's back. I felt a tug in my chest as it occurred to me he might not want to be tied to me. "So we're a good match?"
"Doesn't everyone tell you that?" Tabitha asked.
I scoffed. "Everyone tells us we look good together, but as you can see, Penn doesn't put a lot of stock in looks."
Tabitha laughed. "You both look past that, but it's always when the other one is looking. Oh, I love seeing the silly mistakes of new love. Just remember that mistakes can be fixed. Giving up is the only thing that's permanent. Everything else passes."
Penn scrubbed his neck and offered me a hand. "Great, thanks. We'll tell Alice you were full of useful advice. Now, we don't want to keep you from the celebrations."
Tabitha stood up from the rug with an ease that defied her age. She lifted the tent flap to let us out. "Happy summer solstice-the longest day of the year. Too bad that also means it's the shortest night. Enjoy it while you can."
I thanked the elderly woman before Penn yanked me out of the tent. By the time we reached the path again, I wrenched my arm from his grip. "Stop pulling me along. I'm not some prop."
He spun around on the narrow wooded path. "No, you're not."
"Then, I'm just a silly mistake?"
Penn's shoulders sagged. "I didn't know about your mother. No wonder you're such a comfort. Bringing you along wasn't a mistake for me, but I bet it feels like one to you."
It felt like there were floodwaters pressing against my heart. I wanted to open up and let them rush over me, but I was too afraid.
I had always thought my parents’ marriage was a mistake. My beautiful mother trapped in that little town with nothing much. Then, I had seen how much they loved each other and how it killed my father when she died. I knew love was like drowning, and I was scared of it.
I tipped my chin up. "I'm not as shallow as you think. This trip has given me other things besides a nice mansion to stay in. I don't think I made a mistake."
He took my hands with the lightest of touches and lifted them to his lips. "Thank you."
I pulled back from the waves of emotions his lips stirred up. "You want to thank me? Then you're going to have to dance with me around the campfire."
Penn smirked. "How about we start with a little dandelion wine?"
"But I hear the music now." It was my turn to pull him along the path.
We veered to the right, away from the spa, and found Alice's campground by a side path. The bonfire was already reaching up to the sky, and all the campers were either playing an instrument or dancing. The celebration was bright, loud, and easy to get lost in. The psychic's words were forgotten, and our role as the happy couple came easily. I tugged Penn's arms around my waist and lured him closer to the dancing.
Xavier saved him and handed us each a cup of sweet wine. "You're going to like this, so I suggest right now you decide to camp overnight."
"Corsica camp?" Penn snorted.
I punched his shoulder. "I told you I grew up hunting, camping, and fishing."
"Then you won't mind hearing my idea for your wedding," Alice interrupted. "I can imagine you standing under a sea-swept cypress tree. The ocean's your backdrop, the waves are part of your vows."
"She's already had a little wine," Xavier interjected.
Alice swatted his hand from her arm. "It will be beautiful. Then, you'll leave the shore and hike into the oak groves. We'll make a campsite far up above the fog line, just for you two."
"And our honeymoon will be all hiking and camping," Penn said.
"Dream on," I snorted.
Alice frowned. "Don't you want to talk wedding plans? Isn't it exciting?"
It was, but it was also too close to the useless daydreaming my mother had taught me as a child. Penn and I were not engaged, and we would never be married. So, it hu
rt to imagine how wonderful it would be.
I felt a stab of guilt. We were feeding Alice a pleasant fairytale, and all of a sudden, it didn't feel fair. "It just doesn't feel real," I said.
I was on the verge of telling her, but Alice held up her hands. "I know. I understand."
I worried that she really did. Did Penn's mother know we were putting on a good show to make her happy?
Before I could pull Penn aside and share my worry, he whirled me into a wild dance around the bonfire. The rest of the evening melted into the long streaks of a slow sunset. The solstice was full of warmth, and when Penn finally led me to a quiet place on the hill, I felt a sudden chill.
He wrapped an arm around me, but I shrugged it off. "I feel like walking," I said.
Penn's lips curved. "Good because there's somewhere I'd like to show you."
He pointed high up the hill, but I was glad for the quiet hike. I carried the pack that Penn had tossed me and concentrated on making the weight seem inconsequential. Still, I was relieved when Penn stopped at an old oak and pointed out the quiet grove.
I dropped my pack and looked up. "The stars are so much brighter," I sighed.
"We're above the fog line." Penn cleared a place and laid out two sleeping bags. "Think you can handle sleeping under the stars?"
I shivered at how close it was to the wedding night Alice envisioned. "We won't be able to see them if we make a fire."
"Then we'll just have to keep each other warm," Penn suggested. He relented when I rolled my eyes. "I also brought a tent if that would make you more comfortable. Want me to start a fire?"
I surprised us both by laying down on one of the sleeping bags. "We won't be able to see the stars if you start a fire."
"So you like it?" His voice hitched. "This has always been my favorite campsite. I can't tell you how many nights I’ve spent here with just a sleeping bag."
I stretched out and smiled. "I'd rather see the stars than the inside of a tent."
Penn frowned. "Corsica, it's just us. You don't have to pretend."
I raked two hands through my hair. "God, you really do think I'm shallow, don't you? It can't possibly be true that I like to camp and that I too want to sleep outside under the night sky."
He squatted down beside me. "I just think I was unfair to mix you up in all this, and I don't want you to be uncomfortable."
"Then lay down. You're making me nervous."
Penn stretched out next to me, and I instantly felt the heat of his body. "I'm sorry about your mother," he said.
"Why me?" I asked, sitting up. "Why did you invite me home with you? Why did you ask me to come along?"
Now it was his turn to study the constellations above us. "I don't know. I appreciated your empathy, and now I know why."
"That's not why you invited me home with you."
Penn smiled. "I did that because you're sexy in a stuck-up sort of way." He caught my hand before I could swat him.
"You're a challenge. I can't figure you out. But I still feel like I know you. Not that perfect and poised image you work so hard on, but the real you."
"Penn?" I asked, leaning over him. "Are you pretending?"
"No." He twirled a strand of my hair around his finger and tugged. "Are you?"
"I'm not pretending." I gave in to the gravitational pull of him.
Penn lifted up to meet my lips, his hand tangling deeper into my hair. His other hand swept up the side of my hip and curved along the small of my back. I pressed my body down against his hard contours and felt that hand slip further down. He gripped the back of my thigh and drew me over him.
I heard his breathing hitch over my own ragged moan when our bodies brushed at the most sensitive spot. "No more pretending," I whispered against his lips.
Penn sat up, encircling me in his arms, his kiss now devouring me as his hands tugged at my sundress. I rode the rising waves of pleasure, straddling his lap as my dress slipped up and over my head. His shirt followed, and it still wasn't enough.
"I can't pretend," Penn moaned. "I want you too much."
I pried my hands off the hard flex of his shoulders and unclipped my bra. The heat of our bare skin brushing together was almost more than I could bear. I rubbed and pressed against him, wanting more.
"Corsica, please," Penn breathed against my bare neck.
I answered by falling back onto the sleeping bags and reaching my arms up to him. He covered me, muscles quivering, and when he pressed deep inside, I saw more stars than were in the sky.
Chapter Fourteen
Penn
The whole night flashed through my mind again as I woke up. No wonder I thought it was a dream. But Corsica's smooth skin was still pressed against mine, her soft hair spilling over my shoulder. We were tucked in together, the two sleeping bags zippered together into one. I could feel the sunlight starting to filter through the oak branches, but I didn't want to believe it.
Why did last night have to be the shortest night of the year? I asked myself.
The summer solstice had been a blur of feasting and fire, dancing and celebrating. The only things I could really focus on were the memories of Corsica's delicious lips and her body opening beneath me.
I groaned and pried open one eye. It hadn't been a dream. She was still tucked against me, her face buried against my neck.
I stopped breathing. I wanted to curse the sun for rising and the soft breeze for blowing because I didn't want to wake her. Corsica sighed in her sleep, and her fingers curled on my chest. Underneath her light hand, my heart hammered, and I couldn't believe the drumming didn't wake her up. I knew once she woke up, she would snap out of her solstice trance and demand to be taken back to civilization.
Corsica wouldn't be content with the savory smells of campfire breakfast that wafted up the hill. She'd be embarrassed by her tousled appearance and ready to get back to modern conveniences. I could already imagine her griping about the tangles in her hair.
I lightly plucked a few blades of grass out of her blonde strands and smiled to myself. I wasn't in any hurry to see her wake up.
Instead, I laid back and thought over the night. There was a tight pull in my chest as I remembered the psychic. Some perceptions old Tabitha had, I scoffed. She didn't even notice that our whole engagement was an act.
Though, she knew right away what Corsica had been through. Her mother had died of cancer, and here she was going through it all again. Except it was my mother, my family, and we were still perfect strangers.
I skipped those thoughts; they didn't make sense. The only thing I knew was that when Corsica kissed me, the whole world faded away. It still felt like we were on a separate cloud, with the morning fog gathering in the groves below us.
"What time is it?" Corsica murmured against my neck.
"Too early for a run, if that's what you're thinking." I squeezed her closer until her eyes opened. "You did it, by the way. You survived a whole night out in the open air."
Corsica was still too sleepy to be annoyed. She stretched against me and smiled. "I seem to recall doing much more than surviving."
My throat closed up, and my body roared to life. Still, I was afraid to move, as if one shift would break the spell. Instead, I counted the leaves above us and pretended her smile hadn't set me on fire.
"Well, if it's too early for a run and you're too lazy to get up, I might as well make us some coffee." Corsica pushed away from me.
I watched the bare expanse of her back disappear under her sundress. "There are coffee grounds in my pack and a coffee press. I'll have to make a fire first."
Her hair whipped back. "No. I'm going to prove to you once and for all that I can handle myself at a campsite. I'll make the fire. You can heat the water for the coffee."
I was amazed with her efficiency. The fire was small, and she managed to focus the heat so the water boiled easily. While she admired her own handwork, Corsica combed her fingers through her hair and ended up looking as fresh as if she'd just stepped out
of the five-star spa. The fact that she could erase our wild night together so easily irked me, and I ground my teeth over the coffee.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you about my mother," Corsica said. "I just didn't think it was a good time, you know?"
I stabbed the coals of the fire with a stick. "I know. Thanks. I just feel bad. All that talk about doctors and treatments must have been rough on you."
"Not as rough as sleeping on the ground," Corsica said.
The knot of irritation slipped free, and I smiled. "I knew it! You'd prefer Egyptian cotton sheets and down pillows every time, wouldn't you?"
Her smile warmed with a secret fire. "And what if I prefer what I had last night?"
My body jolted. "Like what?"
Corsica laughed. "The stars bright above us. They were beautiful. Why? What'd you think I was going to say?"
"I don't know. We don't know each other that well."
"We're getting there," she replied. "And speaking of getting places, where are we?"
I sipped my coffee. "About two miles above the 'glamping' sites we passed yesterday."
Corsica's eyes lit up. "I've been thinking about those sites. I love that idea. Why do we have to sacrifice comfort and luxury just to be out in nature? There are plenty of elegant ways to bring a little opulence to the outdoors. I bet people would pay a bundle if it was done right."
"Bet you could turn a tidy profit and get to know all sorts of wealthy types," I muttered.
Corsica continued to brainstorm as we packed up camp and hiked back down to my mother's encampment. The magic of the solstice had definitely passed when the first person to greet us was my father. Corsica borrowed a pen from him and started writing down her ideas.
Xavier chuckled. "You two look happy."
I scowled. "She's determined to bring 'opulence to the outdoors.'"
"Maybe happy is not the right word. You two look like your mother and I did when we were first falling in love."
"Was that before or after you two realized you could never change each other?" I asked.
"What's to change?" Xavier asked. "You two are perfect together. Even Tabitha the psychic said so."
