Page 92 of Deja Who
FORTY-SEVEN
“What... is this?”
“C’mon, baby! Let’s ride.”
Leah blinked and took in Archer and, odder, the gigantic silver car he was leaning against. “What is this? You promised me a date the likes of which I had never seen. I was skeptical.”
“You were,” he agreed, smirking.
“You said you’d show me more things I missed by not going to high school. But...?” She gestured. “I have seen you. I have seen cars.”
He slapped the side of the car, then winced. “Wow, they really don’t make ’em like they used to. It’s a rental, and I got it for a great rate for the day, part-time job number fifteen.” He went to her, dropped a quick kiss to her smile, then escorted her to the vehicle. “It’s a Crown Vic.”
As if that would have any meaning for me.“All right.” Bemused, she slid into the passenger seat as he held the door for her. “Sowe are in a Crown Vic.” It was nice, if you liked gas-guzzling monsters. She herself was indifferent, but with much of the country in an uproar about going green, she suspected people would start throwing gasoline on guzzlers the way fur activists used to throw red paint on women wearing mink. “Where you shall show me what I missed.”
“Yep. Buckle up, baby.”
“I insist you stop calling me that,” she said without heat, and got another kiss for her trouble.
He drove with easy confidence, one hand on the steering wheel and (often) one resting lightly on her leg. She pondered part-time job number fifteen and his many other jobs (her current favorite, part-time job number four: lemonade stand franchise owner) and thought his exhaustive need to tryeverythingmight help prove her theory that life-blind weren’t blind, just new.
They drove out of the city and eventually parked at the end of a scenic lookout, where they could see hills peppered with fields for what seemed like miles, even as the sun set and swept the land with shadows.
Then he pulled her to him and she could feel herself opening for him, wanting him, not just her mouth but her entire body seemed to want him, and his tongue stroked into her mouth, slid along her tongue, nibbled her lower lip, and her hands were under his shirt, clutching the long muscles in his back, and things got rather more delightful every minute, everysecond, and then they were tumbling into the backseat and he was showing her what she missed in high school.
