“Icky is icky. There’s no getting past icky. He’s not only icky, he’s creepy. Even if you could get past icky, you can’t get past creepy. Jeez.”
Lee showed no reaction to my response. “Don’t leave the house.”
Then he was gone, leaving me with the roses.
Once the door closed, Tod turned to me.
“Girlie, he is fine. He’s fine times twelve. He’s the new definition of fine.”
“I’ve been in love with him since I was five,” I told Tod.
“I’m in love with him now. I want to have his children,” Tod told me.
We were both still staring at the door and I was still holding the roses.
“He scares me now. He’s an adult. He has a head on his shoulders. He’s good at this relationship stuff. I think he’s serious about me. And he runs in some pretty frightening circles.”
“Girlie, you fuck this up and I’m calling the boys in the white jackets. You let something that fine slip through your fingers, you deserve a padded room. Especially if he’s good at relationship stuff. Most especially if he’s serious about you. No one who looks like that and fills out a pair of jeans like that is good at relationship stuff. I don’t care if he runs through the seven circles of hell.”
Tod had a point.
I put the roses down on a side table, I needed to do something normal. If I didn’t do something normal, I was gonna get a first class ticket on the first plane to San Salvador. I was beginning to realize the allure of San Salvador.
“I need to finish my macaroni salad and make brownies. Wanna help?”
Tod shrugged.
“Sure, you watch Chowleena, I’m going next door to get my gun.”
“Your gun?”
“Hunk of Burning Love is out there fighting a war for you so someone has to protect you. I’ll be right back.”
Tod left to get his gun and I threw a doggie biscuit to Chowleena.
This new turn with Terry Wilcox meant my life was officially fucked up.
I could have a meltdown but instead I made macaroni salad.
I’d save the meltdown for later…
Hopefully when I was in Grand Lake.
Chapter Ten
We’re in Together-Limbo
Tod and I finished the macaroni salad and made the brownies and because we were both pumped up on adrenalin by being held at gunpoint and shot at, we made chocolate pecan pie. The whole time we did this, I fielded phone calls. Some of them were (obviously bogus) Rosie or Duke sightings, most of them were from girlfriends and the conversations with my girlfriends were all the same.
Question: Was it true, had I hooked up with Liam Nightingale?
Answer: (a hesitant) Yes.
Option: (pick one or multiple choice) Squeal Shout Curse Scream Shriek (usually the word: Ohmigod!) Question: Had we done it yet?
Answer: We’re taking it slow.
Then a lot of yelling about what was taking me so long, questions about how Lee kissed (“you have kissed him, haven’t you?”), more resurfacing of the nasty bra-bow rumor, etc. I thanked God that I had such a long apprenticeship at being cagey and a master liar because it sure came in handy.
After all of our grueling activity, Tod and I headed up to my balcony with the phone and an egg timer and collapsed into lounge chairs.
I didn’t trust myself not to fall asleep and get burned to a crisp, so we set the timer and every fifteen minutes we turned.
Unfortunately, we eventually forgot to set the timer, the phone finally went silent and I fell into an unscheduled Disco Nap. Fortunately, I was not the kind of redhead with freckles all over that burned within seconds of the sun touching my skin. Not to mention, I’d re-dosed with factor 8 before hitting the lounge and was already nursing a pretty deep base tan.
I was lying on my stomach and I felt something on my shoulder. I whirled around on my lounge chair and brought my hands up in the karate position that all of Charlie’s Angels used.
Lee was crouched beside me.
“I thought I told you to stay in the house,” he said, his voice was low but not angry, his eyes were on my hands and I could see the corners crinkled in a semi-smile at the sides of his cool sunglasses.
Since I didn’t need to karate-chop him, I dropped my stance.
“I did stay in the house. Then the house got boring and we couldn’t get a tan in the house. Anyway, Tod’s protecting me.”
We both looked to Tod who was on his stomach on the lounge. His gun was unattended on the balcony floor and Chowleena was lying on her side in the shade under Tod’s lounge. They both were fast asleep.
Oopsie.
“He’s from Texas and he’s a drag queen. He has quick reflexes,” I assured Lee.
Tod opened an eye and looked between me and Lee.
“Am I off duty?” he asked Lee.
Lee nodded.