you see?” Evidently he hadn’t seen what I had. Derek rose to a standing position, his posture a little less tense.
“There was a man standing in the shadows.”
“Where?”
“Over there,” I said, pointing to where I’d seen him.
“What did he look like?”
I described the man as a huge, handsome man with long blonde hair and coal black eyes. He was wearing a creamy button-up shirt, untucked, over faded blue jeans and cowboy boots.
“That’s a lot of detail for a couple of seconds,” Derek said curtly.
I just shrugged, a little shaken and a little creeped out. He’d been watching us and, for some reason, I got the feeling he was enjoying it, like he was mentally licking his lips and waiting for us to start peeling each other’s clothes off.
But the most bothersome part was the smell. “Derek, I- he- there was a smell.”
I saw the understanding in Derek’s eyes even though he still asked, “What kind of smell?”
“The same kind that I smelled that night in the clearing.”
“Fahl,” he spat.
“But it looked nothing like—”
“He rarely ever looks the same, Carson. You just have to trust your gut. Even if you can’t smell him, you can feel him. Trust that.”
“I just- I didn’t…”
“I know. I should’ve felt him, but I was…well…” Derek grinned. At least it hadn’t totally ruined his favorable mood. It was a good sign that he could joke about missing something that important.
Needless to say, that curtailed our romantic tryst so we shook out and packed up the blanket and set out across the water in the boat.
When we were about half way to the dock, I realized that all the tiki torches still burned. “Derek, the torches,” I said, pointing to the island.
Though Derek didn’t even glance back at the island, the words had only just left my lips when I heard the pitter patter of a hard rain as it hit the lake’s surface. After about a minute, the torch flames were extinguished and the rain had ceased.
I couldn’t help but smile. “You’re pretty handy to have around,” I said.
Derek turned his head to throw me a provocative look. “You have no idea,” he said. His wicked grin conjured up all sorts of seductive images that had me warming up inside again. I smiled back at him and let my mind wander off to places I hadn’t yet been, but that I’d imagined in fairly great detail. Our trip home was extremely stimulating.
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The next day, Leah and I enjoyed an unseasonably warm walk home from school. I’d already begun my daily goodbye followed by my newest excuse why I couldn’t stay for dinner.
As we neared her mailbox, we saw a young girl standing on Leah’s front steps.
“Isn’t it a little early for cookies?” Leah asked, no doubt referring to the girl’s beige and green wilderness uniform.
I thought it a little odd, too, but didn’t become really wary until we took a few more steps and I saw the woman standing beside the girl, leaning against the house beside Leah’s front door. The way she smiled at me started a thread of apprehension weaving its way down my spine.
“It sure is,” I agreed absently. “Come on,” I said, urging Leah up her driveway. “I wouldn’t mind having some cookies for the holidays.”
As we approached, the young girl turned toward us, smiling in the overly cheerful way that salespersons usually do.
“Would you like to buy some cookies?” The child directed her question to Leah.
She looked to be about twelve years old. Her rusty red hair sprang from under her cap in a frizzy tangle. Her features were nondescript other than the smattering of particularly large freckles across her pert nose. She was cute and looked absolutely nothing like the woman who accompanied her.
About fifty or so, the woman’s sable hair was cut in a chic chin-length bob that was longer in the front and shorter in the back. Her long, oval face was sheathed in skin so pale it appeared translucent. Her dark eyes held the shrewd look of a business woman and she was dressed for the part, her curvaceous body wrapped in a tight black skirt and matching blouse.
“Yum, I’d love some,” Leah said lightly. “Give me just a minute.”
Leah moved past the girl to her front door. She swung the storm door open wide, nearly hitting the woman behind it. Neither of them flinched.
“Would you like to buy some, too?” The little girl looked toward me, smiling hopefully.
As I looked down on her, the wind blew