Tod stared at me while he processed this.
This was a new dimension in our relationship.
I always thought Tod and Stevie accepted who I was and were so world-weary that nothing fazed them. I mean, they were flight attendants, they’d seen it all.
I did not expect that they thought I was making up things to make my life sound more interesting.
For Tod, this meant I really was crazy and he lived next to a woman who gets herself into a situation where she gets shot at and kidnapped.
“Stevie wants to sell the duplex, buy a condo. Says it will mean no yard work and we can have underground parking so we don’t have to scrape our windshields in the winter,” Tod told me.
I was not happy about this news. They were the best neighbors ever and they were my friends and when I needed someone with a steady hand to put on my liquid eye-liner, where was I going to turn?
Tod went on. “We both didn’t want to leave you. You’re incapable of yard work and Stevie spent a lot of time on that yard. It’s his legacy.”
“So now you’re getting shot at, you’re gonna leave me?”
“Girlie, I’m from Texas. We shoot at each other to say good morning. Now you’re getting shot at, we can’t go.”
I didn’t have time to feel relief or gratitude at this news as the front door opened and Lee and Matt walked in.
I was on the ottoman doing my Florence Nightingale impersonation. Tod was still wearing the high heeled sandals, blood was dripping from his knees down his hairy shins and he had not yet shaved his face. Chowleena barked three times, her nails clicking on the hardwood floor each time her upper body landed after a bark. Then she sat down, looking excitedly between the four of us obviously wondering which one would toss her a dog biscuit.
I introduced everyone then Lee said, “Can I talk to you alone?”
He didn’t wait for an answer and he, nor Matt, reacted to me administering to a from-the-ankles-down drag queen. Lee calmly walked up the stairs.
“There’s cold drinks in the fridge,” I told Matt and Tod and followed Lee, finding him in my bedroom.
He was looking around with curiosity. The walls were pale pink and the floors were covered in cream wool, thick-weave carpet. There was a dressing table with a big mirror and padded bench with tubs, brushes and bottles scattered across the top. The bed was big and had a pink Pottery Barn comforter cover with little hot-pink flowers and lots of fluffy pillows at the head.
It was a girlie room, not the room of a Rock Chick and thus was kind of a naughty, little secret, just like my underwear.
When I entered, Lee turned melty-chocolate eyes to me.
“Nice room.”
My toes curled into the carpet. I read a magazine article once about how guys actually liked feminine rooms, made them feel like a conqueror when they invaded such a room.
Lee’s face showed he was in the conquering mood.
This didn’t last long, his eyes cleared and he became all business.
“Tell me about it.”
I ran down the story of Rosie and Lee showed no reaction.
“How did he know Shubert had been killed?”
I shook my head. “He didn’t say.”
“Was he there?”
“He didn’t say but he seemed pretty freaked about it.”
“Why are you the focal point of all this?” he asked.
I shrugged.
He watched me for a second then said, “You smell like a beach.”
“Suntan oil,” I responded.
His eyes dropped to my body and they became melty again and his intentions were clear before he made a move. He snagged the knot in my sarong and brought me closer.
“You’ll get oil all over you.” I told him.
“Then I’ll take my clothes off.”
Holy shit.
My heart skipped a beat.
“Have you heard from Duke?” I asked, changing the subject.
Lee obviously didn’t want the subject to change, he was yanking his t-shirt out of his jeans.
“Duke’ll be home in a couple of hours. Tex is cool. He knows the drill. We abandoned the lead on Rosie when he showed up here.”
Lee had unknotted my sarong and it dropped to the floor. His melty eyes started glittering.
“Matt and Tod are downstairs,” I informed him.
He reached beyond me and shut the door.
“Lee! I’m in the middle of making macaroni salad and there are bullet holes in my fence! This has got to stop and you’re supposed to be the one stopping it.”
He pulled me into him, close enough for my breasts to brush his chest. A rush of electricity shot through my body as his arms slid around me.
“I don’t get a taste of you soon, I’m givin’ up the search and takin’ you to my cabin in Grand Lake. No phones, no cell coverage, no buzzer. Anyone knocks on the door and I’m shooting them.”
Lee had a cabin in Grand Lake.
I didn’t know that.
I loved Grand Lake.
I shook off thoughts of Grand Lake.
“We’re supposed to be having a talk,” I reminded him.
“Oh, we’ll talk,” he promised and I had that Christmas Eve feeling again, except it was Christmas Eve with the devil.