Hmm. Dar rested her cheek against Kerry’s pale hair. Not bad, from a hard bitten, cold and ruthless bitch from hell, huh?
Up ahead she could see the brightening glow of the campfire, sending crackling sparks up towards the bright stars winking over them.
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DAR FLOATED BLISSFULLY in a pocket of warm comfort, her arms wrapped securely around Kerry’s peacefully snoozing body. The air outside the blanket felt chilly, but she had no intention of going out into it, at least until the sun took it upon itself to come up.
Funny, though. She could have sworn they’d left the heat on last night. She edged one blue eye open and surveyed the cabin. It was a dull gray from the light coming in the window, and very, very quiet.
Too quiet, Dar realized, as she missed the faint, but just perceptible mechanical sounds of the heating unit. Her eyes flicked to the clock, which showed a depressingly early time.
Great. She chewed her lip for a moment, then decided the only way they were going to get heat in the place was if she got up and turned the heat on, then started up that fire again. C’mon Dar, buck up, you made Kerry get up yesterday, it’s your turn. She told herself firmly, as she eased away from Kerry’s warmth, and scooted out the other side of the bed. Shit. The chill made her start shivering, and she quickly trotted over to her bag, flipping on the heat along the way Tugging out a warm sweatshirt, she pulled it on over her head and rubbed her arms. ”Brr,” she commented softly. ”This cold stuff is for the birds.” But there was a good stock of wood, at least, and she quietly stacked some in the fireplace, remembering how Kerry had arranged it the day before. She packed the moss into the crevices, then she grabbed some matches they’d gotten from the lodge the day before and lit a few, making sure the fire starter caught in several places.
”Hey, not bad.” She sat down in front of the fireplace on the rug and warmed her hands on the growing flames, quite pleased with herself. ”Okay, we’ve got heat going. I got a pot here I can heat up some water with, and we’ve got fresh coffee.” She counted off silently, giving a tiny nod. ”That’ll do.”
On the way to the sink to get some water, she stopped and simply stood, watching Kerry sleep for a long moment. The blonde woman was curled on her side, with one hand tucked under her head, and the other resting on the blanket, and her face was peacefully relaxed in the early hint of dawn. Her breathing was slowly moving the fabric, and Dar felt herself breathing in the same rhythm, as she leaned against the doorway in pensive silence.
Funny. She sighed, and continued on, getting the water and bringing it over to the fireplace, putting the pot on a small shelf evidently for that purpose. A soft hiss went up as the flames evaporated a few droplets on the outside, and she settled into the comfortable chair, tucking her feet up under her and gazing into the fire.
The light caught with a flash of brilliance on the unfamiliar band around her finger, and she found herself staring at it, almost mesmerized by its friendly twinkle. She rubbed her thumb against the inner band and exhaled, finding it hard to believe she was seeing it.
She’d spent so long the last time she was here, just sitting, and 260
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watching the water, and wondering what in the hell she’d done so wrong in her life to earn the repeated disappointments dealt to her where her heart was involved.
Now, here she was, sitting here wondering what in the hell she’d done so right in her life to deserve this. She leaned her head against the chair back. And it wasn’t just the ring. It was what was behind it. It was the equal commitment she’d been searching for almost all of her life.
It was what her parents had, and something she’d simply assumed everyone else was entitled to. Jesus, if I’d known how damn rare that is, maybe I’d have entered a convent. She closed her eyes. The last time she’d been here, she’d made the decision to leave her dreams behind.
This time she found the sudden gift so overwhelming, she hardly knew what to do with herself. Slowly, she lifted the ring to her lips and pressed them against it, feeling a single tear wind its way down her cheek.
There was no doubt this was messing her up. She knew it. She knew damn well this was going to make doing her job the way she’d become accustomed to it difficult to the point of impossible.
Kerry’s gentle, loving influence had already wrecked her emotional shields, breaking down icy barriers she’d kept in place almost effortlessly for years. Now she was left with the same responsibilities, the same goals, but without the single minded, cold purpose that allowed her to achieve them.
Damn right she wished the resignation had stuck. Especially now.
She let her eyes slide open, and blinked them, to clear the moisture out.
Right now, she felt a distinct urge to chuck her whole damn career, and take off with Kerry to someplace quiet, someplace small and sleepy.
Maybe she’d open up a little corner computer shop where the most exciting thing that happened in a day was someone catching a boot sector virus.
Her eyes found her lover’s face. But that wasn’t fair to Kerry, either. She’d just gotten started, and besides, she liked Miami.
Dar sighed. She’d just have to see how things worked out, that was all. Maybe she could change the way she did things.
Yeah. Maybe pigs would grow jet engines and take off from an onramp of Interstate 95.
A rattle broke her out of her musing, and she looked up to see the water pot shivering against the shelf, evidently quite well heated. Dar stood up and retrieved it, yelping a little as the heated plastic stung her fingers. ”Ow.” She put it down quickly, then got two cups ready, and set plastic cone filters on top of them, adding scoops of the fragrant ground beans and pouring the water over it. It smelled great, and she took an appreciative sniff, letting her worries go for the time being.
No point in worrying about it now anyway, right?
She fixed the coffee with lots of cream and sugar, then she picked up Kerry’s cup and wandered over to the bed, now gently bathed in Hurricane Watch
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early dawn’s peach colored light. As she neared, sleepy green eyes fluttered open and blinked at her, picking up the light in their depths and highlighting the golden specks that floated in the misty color.
”Hey,” Kerry burred softly, her voice slightly hoarsened from sleep. She cleared her throat. ”What are you doing up?”
Dar smiled, and sat down on the bed, offering her the cup. ”I had to uphold Miami’s reputation for tough natives. I got up to turn the heat on,” she admitted.
Kerry sat up, crossing her legs and accepting the coffee. She pushed her sleep disheveled hair out of her face with an idle hand as she yawned. ”Mm.” She sipped the beverage. ”Thank you, Dar. I really appreciate this.” Her eyes flicked to the quietly pensive look on her lover’s face. ”Where’s yours?”
”Hmm?” Dar started, then smiled. ”Oh, it’s over there. I was just sitting by the fire waiting for the water to heat up.”
”Mm, sounds nice.” Kerry slid her legs out from under the covers, and stood, taking Dar’s hand in hers. ”C’mon, let’s go back over there.”
She clung to the long fingers as they crossed the cabin, and didn’t let go as they seated themselves by the fire. ”I had a dream about you.”
Dar almost inhaled a bit of her coffee. ”Um, yeah?” she replied.
”Good or bad?”