Page 128 of Life and Death
I saw her eyes narrow the way they did when she was trying to read my mind.
“Just thinking about what Archie might have seen,” I explained before she could ask.
She nodded. “It can feel invasive. But he doesn’t do it on purpose. And he sees so many different possibilities . . . he doesn’t know which will happen. For example, he saw over a hundred different ways that yesterdaycouldhave gone, and you only survived about seventy-five percent of the scenarios.” Her voice got very hard at the last part, her posture brittle. “They’d taken bets, you know, as to whether I would kill you.”
“Oh.”
Her expression was still rigid. “Do you want to know who sided for and against?”
“Um, maybe not. Tell me after I meet them. I don’t want to go into this prejudiced.”
Surprise erased the anger from her face. “Oh. You’ll go, then?”
“It seems like . . . the respectful thing to do. I don’t want them to think I’m shady.”
She laughed, a long, bell-like peal. I couldn’t help but smile.
“Does that mean I get to meet Charlie, too, then?” she asked eagerly. “He’s already suspicious, and I’d rather not beshady, either.”
“I mean, sure, but what should we tell him? I mean, how do I explain . . . ?”
She shrugged. “I doubt he’ll struggletoohard with the idea of your having a girlfriend. Though it’s a loose interpretation of the wordgirl, I’ll admit.”
“Girlfriend,” I mumbled. “It sounds . . . not enough.” Mostly, it sounded transitory. Something that didn’t last.
She stroked one finger down the side of my face. “Well, I don’t know if we need to give him all the gory details, but he will need some explanation for why I’m around here so much. I don’t want Chief Swan putting a restraining order on me.”
“Will you really be here?” I asked, suddenly anxious. It seemed too good to be true, something only a fool would count on.
“As long as you want me.”
“I’ll always want you,” I warned her. “I’m talking about forever here.”
She put her fingers against my lips, and her eyes closed. It was almost like she wished I hadn’t said that.
“Does that make you . . . sad?” I asked, trying to put a name to the expression on her face.Sadseemed closest.
Her eyes opened slowly. She didn’t answer, she just stared into my eyes for a long time. Finally she sighed.
“Shall we?”
I glanced at the clock on the microwave automatically. “Isn’t it a little ear—wait, forget I asked that.”
“Forgotten.”
“Is this okay?” I wondered, gesturing to my clothes. “Should I dress up more?”
“You look . . .” She suddenly dimpled up. “Delicious.”
“So you’re saying I should change?”
She laughed and shook her head. “Never change, Beau.”
Then she stood and took a step toward me, so that her knees were pressed against mine. She put her hands on either side of my face and leaned down till her face was just an inch from mine.
“Carefully,” she reminded me.
She tilted her head to the side and closed the distance between us. With the lightest pressure, her lips touched mine.
