“Let’s wait on the drink and have this out right now. Is Crystal the hang-up, or not?”
“Not.”
“You love her.”
“Yes. But sex isn’t part of it. Never has been.”
“So is this some kind of unrequited love thing with you, like Lancelot and Guenevere? Crystal is off limits, so you make do?”
“As I recall, a kingdom fell because Lancelot and Guenevere screwed each other blind.”
“You know what I mean. Are you pining after the unattainable love of your life?”
“Yes, I know what you mean. And, no, I’m not pining after Crystal.”
She regarded him, her brow furrowed. “There’s a story, isn’t there? Something in her past?”
“It’s Crystal’s story to tell, not mine.” No one would ever hear about Morg’s abuse from him. Even with his uncle, he had hinted at it just enough to enlighten him so something could be done to stop it. She took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly. “You’re very good at keeping secrets.”
He damn sure was. He was especially good at keeping his own.
“You’ve been rained on.” He motioned behind her. “The bathroom is down that hall, second door on your left. Grab a towel; grab two, one for me. I’ll pour you a whiskey.”
He turned and beat it into the kitchen before she could detain him again. He got the bottle of bourbon from the pantry, took two glasses from the cabinet, thought about cheating and taking a hit straight from the bottle for an added measure of courage, but resisted.
He poured an inch into each glass and added a couple of ice cubes. Leaving the bottle, he returned to the living room with a glass in each hand. Arden hadn’t come back from the bathroom yet. He went over to the opening into the hall. “Did you get lost?”
The bathroom door was standing open, and the light was on. “Arden?”
Getting no answer, he walked down the hall. When he got even with his open bedroom door on his right, she said, “In here.”
She was standing at the window, looking out at the rain. “You have a view of the lake from this room.”
Seeing her there in his shadowy room, his heart began to thud with a mix of dread and anticipation. But he ignored the dread. Officially they hadn’t had a drink yet. He’d made a vow to himself to tell her “after a drink.”
He walked into the room and joined her at the window. “This view sold me on the house. When the mist rises over the water, it looks otherworldly.”
“Hmm. A lot different from the landscapes of Iraq and Afghanistan.”
“Like different planets.”
“When you were over there, did you miss this?”
“Something terrible.” He passed her one of the glasses, but neither of them drank.
“Did you buy this house as is?”
“No, it was a wreck. I fixed it up.”
“By yourself?”
“Took me a couple of years.”
“That involved a lot of labor.”
“Yeah, but it gave me a lot of time to think, work through some postwar shit. It was my psychotherapy.”
She leaned back against the wall. “Tell me something you’ve never told anyone else.”
“About the war?”
She gave a slight nod.
“Arden—”
“Just one thing. Tragic or hilarious. Share a moment that stands out for whatever reason.”
He turned his head and stared thoughtfully out the window. “We, uh, went into an Afghani village that had been decimated. We were going from building to building, looking for survivors and injured, whether they were on our side or Taliban sympathizers.
“I went into this—you couldn’t even call it a house. A dwelling. It was a mess. Carnage. Everybody was dead except for a young woman. Real young. Sixteen, seventeen. She was nursing a baby, an infant.
“I started toward her to help. But her face was uncovered. It flashed through my mind that I couldn’t, shouldn’t, let any of the surviving villagers know I’d seen her like that. It might have gone bad for her.
“She and I just looked at each other, frozen like, then I backed out without saying a word. It lasted maybe ten seconds at most, but of all the things I witnessed over there, it’s seeing her with her baby that sticks with me. Not because it was the worst thing I saw, God knows, but because it was the most human.”
“Do you know what happened to her?”
He turned back to Arden. “Before we pulled out, I saw her and the baby as they were being cared for by Afghani medics. Both were all right.”