Part 31 (2/2)

Dar felt her stomach growl at the thought. ”Deal,” she agreed, searching in the cupboards for the appropriate cans.

Kerry took her water and yogurt and retreated to the table, sliding behind it and sitting cross-legged on the bench seat. She nudged the indirect light on and sat there quietly munching. ”If we both get sick, this is going to so suck, Dar.”

”Eh.” Dar shrugged, busy emptying things into one of the pots.

”In that case, I vote we just find an empty beach, stake it out, and let the sun take care of it.”

Kerry sighed.

”Relax. At worst, we spend a couple days in bed together.” Dar chuckled softly. ”Is that so bad?” Taking a small oil candle from the cabinet, she lit it and walked over to set it down in front of Kerry. It made a friendly, warm flicker between the two of them, and Dar watched it a moment before she went back to her task.

”If you put it like that, no.” Kerry played with her yogurt, making small mounds of it with her spoon as she consumed it. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched Dar in the galley, her profile quiet and somewhat somber as she heated up the soup. Absently, she lifted a hand and pushed a bit of hair behind one ear, then fiddled with it, a sure sign Dar was preoccupied with something.

”This has sure been a day, huh?” Kerry asked.

Dar glanced over with a half smile. ”Yeah.”

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”Those pirates had me a little spooked,” Kerry said. ”Glad you knew how to handle them.” Her ears detected a hitch in Dar's breathing and a soft clank as her spoon whapped against the side of the pot. ”I know they didn't hurt those other people, but getting tossed off the boat the way I was feeling...wow.”

Dar eased past the galley entrance and came over with two bowls of something steaming in her hands. She set one down in front of Kerry, then took the seat next to her.

”Mm.” Kerry sniffed. ”Chicken noodle.”

Dar dabbled her spoon in her soup, propping her head up on her fist. ”I wasn't gonna let them take the boat,” she said. ”But what was more important to me was protecting you.”

Kerry took a spoonful of the hot soup and swallowed it, feeling a blessed sense of relief as it soothed her cranky throat. ”You did.”

She ate a small bit of carrot. ”Protect me, that is.”

”Mmhm.” Dar nodded. ”And anyway, you know how much I hate having anyone tell me what to do. I wasn't going to let those scrungy b.a.s.t.a.r.ds do it.”

”Aaabsolutely not.” Kerry smiled. ”Not my Dar.”

That got a smile from Dar, and she stopped twiddling her spoon.

”So...why is that bothering you?” Kerry asked softly.

Dar looked up at her. ”Did I say it was?” she asked in a deceptively mild tone. Kerry just looked her in the eye without saying anything. After a moment, Dar's lips tensed into a wry half grin, and she ate a spoonful of soup to give herself time to think about her answer.

It wasn't something she wanted to talk about, but if she couldn't talk to Kerry about it, then who? There was no one on Earth closer to her than her partner, not even her father. Andrew, though, might well understand what she'd felt; Kerry surely wouldn't.

Kerry simply waited, and ate her soup. Dar would either tell her, or she wouldn't-further probing didn't seem like a good idea.

Dar started to speak, then stopped, a mildly bemused expression on her face. She shook her head. ”It's actually pretty stupid.”

A blonde eyebrow lifted. Stupid wasn't a description Dar usually applied to herself. ”Hm?” Kerry made a small encouraging noise.

”When that guy on the boat pointed that gun at me, I almost shot him.”

Kerry waited, but when nothing else seemed to be forthcoming, she leaned on her elbows. ”Okay,” she accepted. ”And?”

Dar was sucking on her spoon. ”For a minute there, I wanted to.” Her eyes fixed on something past Kerry's head with a pained,*189 almost lost expression. ”I wanted to kill that guy.”

”He was pointing a gun at you, sweetie,” Kerry answered matter-of-factly. ”For that matter, I wanted to kill him too. It's a good thing for him you were holding the shotgun.” She gazed at her lover. ”Because if I saw anyone threaten you with a gun like that, I would kill them.”

That wasn't quite the response Dar had been expecting. She regarded her adorable soulmate with bemused eyes, watching her slurp her soup. ”So, you don't think that was a strange reaction, I take it?”

”To someone pointing a lethal weapon at you? No!” Kerry snorted. ”Do you?”

Dar reconsidered. ”It just surprised me, I guess,” she admitted, remembering that moment of dark joy, and the fire that had seemed to fill her from within. Maybe it was normal, or at least the alternative to dissolving into a puddle of fear. With Kerry's obvious acceptance of the subject, the tension inside her eased and she attacked her soup with greater gusto.

Kerry grinned to herself and picked up her bowl, drinking from the side of it. ”Now this, on the other hand,” she commented, after swallowing a mouthful, ”is guaranteed to send you straight to h.e.l.l, if you believe my family.” She drained the bowl, then licked her lips. ”Heh.”

Dar chuckled, a great deal more easily this time.

Kerry offered her a carrot. Dar's eyes narrowed and she bared her teeth. They both laughed as Kerry relented and ate the vegetable herself. ”You know, I like this.”

”Carrots? I know,” Dar replied, slurping a noodle.

”No, this.” Kerry indicated the flickering oil lamp. ”It's romantic. Almost like being around a campfire.”

Dar eyed the tiny flame, then looked at Kerry. One eyebrow lifted.

”Okay, so it's a campfire for gerbils,” Kerry admitted. ”I still like it.”

Her eyes went to the clock on the wall, then she remembered something. ”Be right back.” Kerry slid out from behind the table and disappeared into the bedroom. After a minute, she returned, her hands behind her back, and walked over to where Dar was seated and rested her chin on Dar's shoulder. ”Hi.”

Dar turned her head so they were nose to nose. ”Hi,” she replied.

Kerry removed her hands from behind her back and set a small box down in front of Dar. ”Happy birthday, my love.” She leaned in and gave the shocked Dar a kiss on the lips. ”You forgot, didn't you?”

Dar stared at the box. She had completely forgotten that it was 190*

her birthday the next day. She and Kerry had agreed to exchange Christmas presents when they got home, so she'd figured... ”Yeah, I did,” she answered softly. ”Kerry, you didn't have to-”

”Ah ah ah ah ah.” Kerry put her fingers over Dar's mouth. ”Just open it. Humor me; I'm a sick woman.” She slid back into her seat and watched as Dar examined the box, turning it over in her hands before she started to unravel the thin, lacy ribbon around it.

Dar's face was a study in concentration as she carefully untied the knots and laid the ribbon open on either side of the box. Then she held the bottom steady with one hand and lifted the top with the other, setting it down before she removed the light layer of cotton batting just under it.

Kerry waited. She saw the motion as Dar's jaw muscles relaxed and the sudden reflection of the dim light on her widened eyes.

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