Part 56 (1/2)

”Ah do think Ah can scrabble up my own bunk,” Andrew remarked. ”Let's get Bud and Charlie settled down first off, and git that cowardly p.i.s.sant off'n this boat, then find us some shelter.”

That sounded very good to Dar. Some place dry, and quiet, and ideally supplied with lots of ice cream.

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KERRY HAD FINALLY dozed off, nestled into the bed in their bedroom on the Dixie. She hadn't thought she'd be able to sleep, owing to the boat's motion and the stress of the day, but her body had simply taken over and demanded she close her eyes and shut out the world for a while.

Her dreams were formless. She kept seeing fireworks, as though replaying the Fourth of July in her mind, over and over again. Finally, the last cracker went off and the faceless crowd around her faded away, their clamor slowly morphing to a sound of clinking that beckoned her toward consciousness.

She opened her eyes, gazing at her surroundings in momentary confusion before memory kicked in. ”Urmf.” Kerry rubbed her face and rolled over, missing Dar's presence. She spent a moment wondering where her partner was, then realized the boat was relatively still and the engines were off.

”Jesus. We must be in dock.” Kerry rolled out of the bed and straightened, holding on to the chest of drawers for balance as the Dixie rolled with the waves. ”Why the h.e.l.l didn't she come get me?”

She flipped on the lamp and stretched, feeling aches along the entire length of her body. Her arms hurt. Kerry leaned against the drawers and flexed her hands. They were stiff and felt slightly swollen, and there were bruises across the heels and knuckles of both. For a brief moment, her stomach churned at the thought of how she had pounded DeSalliers against the floor of the cabin, and then she had a flash of how Dar's hands had looked after Dar had saved her from a pack of scrungy carjackers-painfully bruised, but in a good cause.

Kerry lifted her head and gazed into the dimness of the stateroom. ”You know what, Stuart?” she addressed herself. ”You don't have a d.a.m.n thing to be sorry about. That guy was a sc.u.m- sucking, wh.o.r.e pig, and he deserved to have his clock cleaned.”

As the echo of the words died away, she felt a little better. She twitched her s.h.i.+rt straight and ran her fingers through her hair, then slipped into the head. It was quiet on the boat. As she splashed water on her face, she listened for sounds of Dar's presence.

Hearing the cabin door open, she stuck her head out, a smile appearing as she spotted her lover entering. ”Hey.”

Dar pushed back the hood of her slicker and walked over to Kerry. ”Hey.”

”What did I sleep through?”

”Some brilliant maneuvering on my part,” Dar said. ”How are you feeling? I didn't want to wake you up.”

”Better,” Kerry announced briskly. ”What's our plan now? Stay here?”

”We can't. That d.a.m.n storm's due here in two hours and they're evacuating the marina. Winds are up to seventy miles per*333 hour, and I'm d.a.m.n glad we're tied up.” Dar rubbed Kerry's back.

”Dad went up to the hotel with Charlie and Bud.”

”Oh.”

”I kicked Bob off the boat.”

”Ah.” Kerry nodded slowly. ”You think the cops are still looking for him?”

Dar fiddled with the edge of her s.h.i.+rt, refusing to meet Kerry's eyes in the mirror. ”I'm not really interested in finding out.”

”Mm.” Kerry drew in a breath and released it. ”So, are we going up to the hotel, too?”

”Would you like that?” Dar asked. ”Is that what you want to do?”

It seemed to Kerry that was a strange question. She finished brus.h.i.+ng her teeth and rinsed out her mouth, then turned and faced her partner. ”You know what I want to do?”she asked Dar, who had been standing and patiently waiting for her.

”What?”

”Be with you,” Kerry replied simply.

Dar smiled and nodded. ”Right back at you.”

”You look really tired.” The blonde woman brushed a bit of Dar's hair out of her bloodshot eyes. ”Let's go find us a nice bed on dry land.”

”I am really tired,” Dar admitted. ”And, um...” she s.h.i.+fted slightly, ”sore. I think I twisted a couple of things in the fight.”

Kerry could see the drawn lines in her lover's face. ”You sure you don't want to get yourself checked out up at the hospital?” she asked, already knowing the answer.

”Nah.” Dar dismissed the idea. ”They'll have more real injuries to deal with than they can handle right now. I just need some rest, and maybe some aspirin,” she said. ”And you.”

”And that Jacuzzi,” Kerry reminded her. ”C'mon. Let's go.”

Dar put her arm around Kerry's shoulders, and they headed out into the storm.

As they entered the hotel lobby, they were greeted with the sight of a ma.s.s of humanity, jostling for s.p.a.ce. ”Jesus, I hope they kept our room,” Kerry whispered.

Dar shouldered their overnight bag. ”Me, too.” She nudged Kerry toward the stairs. ”Let's go find out. If they did, I have a feeling Dad might be sleeping on the couch in there.”

Kerry followed Dar as they climbed the stairs and made the turn toward their room. The upstairs hallway was busy also, and they had to edge past several groups of arguing people to get to the end of it. Dar removed the key from her jeans pocket and tried it, opening the door cautiously and sticking her head inside. She was met with silence.

Dar flipped on the light and entered, waiting for Kerry to 334*

follow her before she closed the door after them and leaned against it. ”This room isn't moving, is it?”

Kerry explored the room briefly, then returned to take the bag from Dar's hands. ”Thank G.o.d, no.” She unbuckled her rain jacket and removed it. ”Those windows look kind of scar...oh.” She'd drawn aside the drapes to reveal wood planking protecting the plate gla.s.s. ”Nifty. They work fast.”

”You get used to it after a while,” Dar remarked, removing her rain gear and trudging over to the bed. She collapsed onto it and lay there looking up at the ceiling. ”Getting ready for storms, I mean. Especially out here.”

”Yeah, I guess you would.” Kerry let the drapes close. ”Will the boat be all right out in the marina?”

Dar's eyes were closed. ”As much as it would be anywhere,”

she said. ”They've got it tied down and bolstered pretty good. I feel bad for those little guys they don't have s.p.a.ce for.”

Kerry set the bag down, opened it, and pulled out their pajamas. She set them on the table and walked over to the bed, sat down and picked up one of Dar's feet. ”What will they do?” She rested the foot on her knee and started to unlace the sneaker.

”You don't want to do that. They're wet,” Dar warned her.

Kerry shot her an amused look. ”And?”

”You know what wet sneakers and socks smell like.”

”Like our dog when she gets wet. Yes, honey, I do.” Kerry pulled off the sneaker and then the damp sock under it. ”What's your point?” She tickled the bottom of Dar's foot and felt the leg under her hands twitch.

Dar just smiled.

”I don't think we're going to be able to get room service right now,” Kerry went on, putting Dar's foot down and picking up the other one. ”I'm going to see what they left us here in our palatial abode besides rum.”

”That works too,” Dar murmured. ”But it's better over ice cream.”