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“Stop before you make a fool of yourself, Cassidy, I never said I didn’t like your term of endearment.”
Duly admonished for my pettiness, I say no more, even though I’m uneasy with sweet Tasia turning into a witch in my imagination.
Chapter Seven
That afternoon, we strike out for Miriam’s cottage. A watchful Tasia waves goodbye as we back the Jeep out of a mud puddle and make our way back up the steep road. The way Tasia gushes over us about this trek leaves us
both wondering what ulterior motive the woman has in mind. How odd, after less than a day at The Edge, we’re ready for a breather.
We drive up to the place Tasia describes for us, as if we knew instinctively where we were going. I’m having better thoughts about this woman who was Peach’s lover. Seeing her house, I’m even more at ease; I can imagine how Tasia’s house once looked.
Miriam greets us at the door with a breezy smile and lets us in, showing us to her ocean facing porch.
“You found me after all,” she says warmly kissing Peach on the cheek.
“Did you think I wouldn’t?” Peach asks.
“I always knew I’d see you again, Samantha,” she says, as she shows us where to sit. “And Cassidy, I’m glad to meet you.”
With other women the sentiments might be fake, but as I suspected, this woman has no fakery in her bones. She’s as common as the ground she walks on, her home an earthbound extension of herself, covered with vines, decorated in light, sunny colors and filled with plants and flowers that remind me of the garden at the B&B.
As we sit on antique wicker chairs, I can imagine making love to her in a minute.
“The resort is so different without you,” Peach tells her.
“Tasia has done quite a transformation.”
“I’m not sure I like it,” Peach adds.
“Really?” Miriam looks surprised.
“Yes really, the woman is bizarre.”
“Perhaps.”
I feel as if Miriam is not telling us everything.
“She had the audacity to watch us make love on the beach this morning,” Peach explains.
Miriam smiles. “I’m sure it was a delightful sight.” There’s a lustrous light in her eyes. Though, while I find Tasia’s voyeuring unnerving, I might feel completely at ease if Peach and I made love for Miriam’s eyes.
“It was rather unexpected,” I add.
“I think Tasia would be good for you both,” Miriam says. “She has that wicked sense of drama that I warned you about.”
Peach looks at her former lover thoughtfully, as if she’s remembering some long ago conversation.
“What is it with the resort now, we seem to be the only ones there.”
“I’m sure you’re not,” Miriam says. As she leans over to pour us another lemonade, I see down her blouse. Her hefty breasts swing nakedly beneath. I see a hint of sweat inside the cleavage, thinking how pleasant it would be to hold her flesh in my hands and kiss its sweetness. I can smell her fragrance as if I were close, and it draws me even more.
“Well the place looks rather empty if you ask me,” Peach says.
“I’m sure everyone is there that you two need for a perfect vacation, and there are likely others who will join you in the next few weeks. We are approaching midsummer.”
“You mean the rites still happen?”
“Oh, my yes, Tasia has a real flair for the season.”
