circle of road at a time.
“Hopefully, we’ll outnumber any marauders,” Darby joked.
“That’s my girl.”
Thomas moved toward a rocky outcropping on their left, pulling Stella along with him. “We’re going to climb to the top so I can show Stella the view. You can come up if you like.”
“No, thanks.” She didn’t want to be climbing anywhere right now. She wanted to be back at the Barbizon.
Stella took off her shoes and handed them to Darby. “Hold these for me. I’ll be right back.”
“Are you sure that’s a good idea? You might cut your feet.”
“Thomas says the view is gorgeous.” She winked and clambered up after him.
Walter shrugged. “I guess they needed some time alone. Hope you don’t mind. We can sit here and wait. Or head back now.”
She couldn’t imagine leaving Stella behind. Walter took off his jacket and laid it down on a nearby boulder, gesturing for her to sit.
“Thank you.” She shoved her hands under her legs, tightening the dress around her like a mermaid’s tail.
Walter’s side touched hers and she shivered. “Would you rather wear my jacket?” he asked.
“No, this is fine.”
In the darkness, his breathing quickened and she heard him lick his lips.
“Thomas is desperately in love with Stella; she’s all he talks about.”
“She seems quite taken with him as well.”
“So tell me about yourself, Darby.”
“Not much to tell. I have two dogs, Judy and Josephine. They’re chocolate Labs. I live with my mother and her husband.”
“What happened to your father?”
Strange. Most people avoided asking the question outright. No one in Defiance ever asked about Daddy, even before he’d died, when he’d been terribly ill for months and months. After the private funeral, Mr. Saunders had not tolerated any talk of the man who’d come before him. In a way, it had been a relief.
“He passed away. Cancer.”
“Sorry to hear about that.” Walter stared at her, his eyes glassy in the darkness. “My mother died. When I was born.”
“My sympathies, Walter.” Words were inadequate; Darby knew that much. “Did your father ever remarry?”
“No. It’s been just me and my two older brothers. I hate both of them.”
“My stepfather’s fairly difficult as well.”
“Has he ever broken your arm? That’s what my older brother did. On purpose.” An edge had crept into his voice, one that unnerved her.
“No, no broken bones. He’s just a bully, I suppose.”
“Hey, what do you say I kiss you?” He licked his lips again.
When she spoke, her pitch came out higher than normal. “We don’t really know each other yet, Walter.”
“Come on, just one kiss.”
“No, thank you.”
“Do you want to know how he did it?”
“How who did what?”
Walter took one of her arms and bent it behind her back. “How he broke it. Like this.” He leaned in close and his breath was on her cheek. “Kiss me or I’ll break it.”
Darby tried to pull away, but the twisted arm prevented her from putting any distance between them. “Walter. Stop, that hurts.”
“They always fix me up with the ugly one, but they really pulled a mean trick on me this time.”
“What?” Darby’s heart beat wildly. His tone reminded her of Mr. Saunders, menacing and whiny at the same time. “Please, stop.”
He pulled her arm a little more and she yelped.
“I’ll break it, I swear. The least you could do is to kiss me. It’s dark enough that you don’t have to see me and I don’t have to look at you. The two freaks.”
“I’m not a freak. You’re not a freak, Walter.” He was going to kill her, rape her. Would Stella hear her if she cried out?
He leaned in close. “Kiss me.”
She did so, a fast touch of the lips. He let go of her hand only to encircle her with both arms and smash his mouth into hers. She pushed away with her palms, hating the doughy feel of his chest and the rancid taste of his tongue.
“Stop!” She tried to cry out, but he muffled her with his mouth. His hands clutched at her body, her breasts and between her legs. If she didn’t do something, he’d be on top of her and she’d be pinned beneath his weight.
Too late. He pulled her down off the rock. She lay on her back, panting, and he kneeled up and began undoing his belt. She only had one chance.
The dirt was gritty beneath her hands, loose. She grabbed two handfuls and flung it into Walter’s face. He cried out, and she bent her knees and kicked hard with both feet into his