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"We are. Both counts. " Quinn let out a breath. "Whew. You know, maybe I'll go all hormonal on the Big Evil Bastard. That might do it. "
Cybil laughed. "It just might. "
WHEN GAGE RETURNED, THEY LOADED CAL'S truck. "I'm going to need my car," Quinn said, "so I'll toss some stuff in there, and I'll pick up Layla. I need to go see Cal first. " She glanced at Cybil. "So I might be a while. "
"Take your time. We'll unpack this load, get things organized. Well. . . See you later. " Quinn gave Cybil a hard squeeze then puzzled Gage by giving him the same. "Bye. "
Gage got in the truck, started the engine. Then sat, drumming his fingers on the wheel while it ran. "What's up with Quinn?"
"Quinn's fine. "
"She seems a little nervy. "
"We're all a little nervy, which is why I agree with you about all of us staying at the same place now. "
"Not that kind of nervy. " He turned in his seat, met her eyes. "Is she pregnant?"
"Well, aren't you the insightful one? Yes, she is, and I'm only confirming that because she's going to tell Cal right now. "
He sat, rubbed his hands over his face. "Christ. "
"You can look at it as the glass is half empty, as you obviously are. Or that it's half full. Personally, I see the glass as overflowing. This is good, strong, positive news, Gage. "
"Maybe for normal people under normal circumstances. But try to look at this from Cal 's angle. Would you want the woman you love, who's carrying your child, risking her life, the life of the kid? Or would you wish her a hundred miles away from this?"
"I'd wish her a thousand miles away. Do you think I can't understand how he'll feel? I love her, enormously. But I know she can't be a thousand miles away. So I'm going to look at this, as Quinn is, as a sign of hope. We knew this was coming-or the possibility of this, Gage. We saw it. We saw her and Cal together, alive and together, with Quinn pregnant. I'm going to believe that's what will be. I have to. "
"We also saw her killed. "
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"Please don't. " Cybil closed her eyes as her belly twisted. "I know we have to prepare for the worst, but please don't. Not today. "
He pulled away from the curb, let her have silence for the next several minutes. "Fox is going to close his office in a couple days anyway. If Layla wants to keep on with the rehab-"
"She will. It's another positive. "
"He can go back and forth with her, work with his father some. Between them, Cal and his father, we'll have eyes and ears on the town. There's no reason for Quinn-or you for that matter-to go back into the Hollow until this is over. "
"Maybe not. " A reasonable compromise, she mused. Surprise.
"My old man's been having dreams," Gage said, and told her.
"Feeding on fears, pain, weaknesses. " Cybil closed her hand over his a moment. "It's good that he told you. That's another positive, Gage, however you feel about him. You can feel it in town now, can't you? It's like raw nerves on the air. "
"It'll get worse. People coming into the Hollow for business or whatever else will suddenly change their minds. Others who planned to drive through on their way to somewhere else will decide to take a detour. Some of the locals will pack up and go away for a couple weeks. Some of those who stay will hunker down like people do to ride out a hurricane. "
He scanned the roads as he drove, braced for any sign. A black dog, a boy. "People who decide they want out after July seventh, well, they won't be able to find their way out of town. They'll drive around in circles, scared, confused. If they try to call for help, mostly the calls won't go through. "
He turned onto Cal 's lane. "There's a burning in the air, even before the fires start. Once they do, nobody's safe. "
"They will be this time. Some will be safe out at Fox's family's farm. And when we end it, the air won't burn, Gage. And the fires will go out. "
He shoved open the door of the truck, then looked back at her. "We'll get this stuff inside. Then-" He grabbed her hand, jerked her back as she opened her own door. "Stay in the truck. "
"What? What is it? Oh my God. "
She followed his direction and saw what slithered and writhed over Cal 's front deck.
"Copperheads," Gage told her. "Maybe a dozen or so. "
"Poisonous. And that many? Yes, the truck's an excellent place to be. " She drew her. 22 out of her purse, but shook her head. "I don't suppose we can shoot them from here, especially with this. "
He reached under the seat, took out his Luger. "This would do the job, but not from here. And shit, Cal will burn my ass if I put bullet holes in his house. I've got a better idea. Stay in the truck. I get bit, it'll piss me off. You get bit, you'll be out of commission-at the least. "
"Good point. What's the better idea?"
"First, trade. " He handed her the Luger, took the pistol. "Any other surprises, use it. "
She tested the weight and feel of the gun in her hand as he stepped out of the truck. Since she had no choice but to trust him, she watched the snakes, and tried to remember what she knew about this specific species.
Poisonous, yes, but the bite was rarely fatal. Still, a few dozen bites might prove to be. They preferred rocky hill-sides, and weren't especially aggressive. Of course, they weren't usually driven mad by a demon either.
These would attack. She had no doubt of that.
On cue, several of the snakes lifted their triangular heads as Gage came around the house with a shovel.
A shovel? Cybil thought. The man had a gun but decided to use a damn shovel against a nest of crazed snakes. She started to lower the window, call out her opinion of his strategy, but he was striding up the steps, and straight into the slithering nest.
It was ugly. She'd always considered herself in possession of a strong stomach, but it rolled now as he smashed and beat and sliced. She couldn't count the number of times they struck at him, and knew despite his healing gift there was pain as fang pierced flesh.
When it was over, she swallowed hard and got out of the truck. He looked down at her, his face glistening with sweat. "That's it. I'll clean this up and bury them. "
"I'll give you a hand. "
"I've got it. You look a little green. "
She passed a hand over her brow. "I'm embarrassed to admit I feel a little green. That was. . . Are you okay?"
"Got me a few times, but that's no big. "
"Thank God we got here before Layla. I can help. I'll get another shovel. "
"Cybil. I could really use some coffee. "
She struggled a moment, then accepted the out he offered. "All right. "
She didn't suppose there was any shame in averting her eyes from the mess of it as she went into the house. Why look if she didn't have to? In the kitchen she drank cold water, splashed a little on her face until her system re-settled. When the coffee was brewed, she carried it out to him where he dug a hole just inside the edge of the woods.
"This is turning into a kind of twisted pet cemetery," she commented. "Crazy Roscoe, and now a battalion of snakes. Take a break. I can dig. Really. "
He traded her the shovel for the coffee. "More of a practical joke. "
"What?"
"This. Not a big show. More of an elbow in the ribs. "
"I'm still laughing. But yes, I see what you mean. You're right. Just a casual little psyche-out. "
"Snakes come out during the Seven. People find them in their houses, the basement, closets. Even in their cars if they're stupid enough not to close the windows when they park. Rats, too. "
"Lovely. Yes, I've got the notes. " The summer heat and exertion dewed her skin. "Is this deep enough?"
"Yeah, it'll do. Go on back in the house. "
She glanced toward the two drywall compound buckets, and thought about what he'd had to put inside them. "I'm going to see worse than this. No pandering to the delicate female. "
"Your choice. "
When he dumped the contents in-and her gorge rose-she could only think she hoped she didn't see much worse. "I'll wash these out. " She picked up the empty buckets. "And clean off the deck while you finish here. "
"Cybil," he said as she walked away. "Delicate's not how I think of you. "
Strong, he thought as he dumped the first shovelful of dirt. Steady. The kind of woman a man could trust to stick, through better or worse.
When he'd finished, he walked around the house, and stopped short when he saw her on her hands and knees, scrubbing the deck. "Okay, here's another way I haven't thought of you. "
She blew hair out of her eyes, looked over. "As?"
"A woman with a scrub brush in her hand. "
"While I may prefer to pay someone else to do it, I've scrubbed floors before. Though I can say this is the first time I've ever scrubbed off snake guts. It's not a pleasant, housewifely task. "
He climbed up, leaned on the rail out of range of the soap and water. "What would be a pleasant, housewifely task?"
"Cooking a pretty meal when the mood strikes, arranging flowers, setting an artistic table. I'm running out, that's the short list. " With sweat sliding down her back, she sat back on her heels. "Oh, and making reservations. "
"For dinner?"
"For anything. " Rising, she started to lift the bucket, but he put his hand over hers. "I need to dump this out, then hose this off. "
"I'll take care of it. "
With a smile, she tipped her head. "A not-altogether-unpleasant manly task?"
"You could say. "
"Then have at it. I'll clean up and we can start unloading the truck. "
They worked quickly, and in tandem. That was another thing, he thought. He couldn't remember ever working in tandem with a woman. He couldn't think of a single sane reason cleaning up with her after dealing with the mangled bodies of snakes should start up those messy thoughts and feelings.
"What do you want when this is over?" he asked as he washed up at the sink.
"What do I
want when this is over?" She repeated it thoughtfully as she poured him another cup of coffee. "About twelve hours' sleep in a wonderful bed with 450 thread count sheets, followed by a pitcher of mimosas along with breakfast in bed. "
"All good choices, but I meant what do you want?"
"Ah, the more philosophical and encompassing want. " She poured grapefruit juice and ginger ale over ice, rattled it, then took a long drink. "A break initially. From the work, the stress, this town-not that I have anything against it. Just a celebratory break from all of it. Then I want to come back and help Quinn and Layla plan their weddings, and now help Q plan for her baby. I want to see Hawkins Hollow again. I want the satisfaction of seeing it when there's no threat hanging over it, and knowing I had a part in that. I want to go back to New York for a while, then back to work, wherever that takes me. I want to see you again. Does that surprise you?"
Everything about her surprised him, he realized. "I was thinking we might catch that twelve hours' sleep and breakfast in bed together. Somewhere that's not here. "
"Is that an offer?"
"It sounds like it. "
"I'll take it. "
"Just like that?"
"Life's short or it's long, Gage. Who the hell knows. So, yes, just like that. "
He reached out, touched her cheek. "Where do you want to go?"
"Surprise me. " She lifted her hand to cover his.
"What if I said-" He broke off when they heard the front door open. "Never mind," he said. "I'll surprise you. "
