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I came down the hill and looked back at the drive. Good field of fire if someone unpleasant drove up it. Like Cash. I gave up on the terrain and walked up the steps to the front door. She was probably going to get tired of those steps. I knocked on the door, which seemed ready to fall off the hinges, and Liz answered, smiling at me like she was glad to see me. I mustered up what little energy I had left and forced a smile of my own.
“Looking good,” I said.
“You lie,” she said. “But I love it anyway. My mom countersigned the loan and Ken’s renting it to me for the month before the sale is final, so I have a house.” Her voice ended on an up note, so happy she was beaming.
“Congratulations,” I said, and tried to look happy about that as I gave her a hug, a long one. Feeling her in my arms made the day seem a bit better, but I still didn’t understand the house.
When I let her go, she went right to the heart of it, looking up at me with those eyes that could skewer me. “I know you’re not crazy about this, Vince. But I’ve never had a place of my own. I mean, I love the Big Chef, but it’s your place. This is mine.” She stepped back. “Come on in. You’re gonna hate it.”
She stepped away, and I gave the door a quick once-over: it was such a flimsy thing anybody could have kicked it down. I mentally put,Get Liz a new door,on my list of things to do tomorrow. When we’d looked at the plans for the new combo Big Chef, she’s mentioned a new door for it and even shown me one she liked online that she’d said was beautiful but would be all wrong for a diner home. I hadn’t seen the point since the current door was just a little beat up and worked fine.
I looked at the cottage door again. This one was not fine.
We went inside. It was dark and musty and small even with the lights on and no curtains on the windows. But then Liz started telling me some of the things she wanted to do, and I began to see the potential, much as she had shown me the same by making me want to expand the Big Chef. It would take work, but if there was one thing Liz Danger could do, it was work. She’d get what she wanted done.
She was gesturing to the cabinets on the wall over a blue box that said “Keurig,” which meant I probably now owned the pink Keurig back at the Big Chef. Which made me realize I should have brought the one from the Big Chef here, it was hers, but she’d known I wouldn’t think to do that. And that hit me like a cold splash of water, and I realized I had been a selfish asshole. Who now had a pink Keurig and a blue bedroom.
I was going to have to do better.
She was talking about taking the cabinets out with a screwdriver, and I came up behind her and wrapped my arms tight around her. My world stopped spinning and I felt my feet solidly on the cracked linoleum floor. She leaned back against me and said, “This is for us, you know, not just me,” and that meant she was still with me, and as long as I had that, this was okay. Add in that she’d considered the Keurig which she’d brought to the Big Chef to be ours or she wouldn’t have bought another one, and I had my second realization.
I leaned forward and kissed her neck, then behind her ear, in the spot I knew she loved. “I miss you,” I said, and she said, “Yes, please.”
I tried to lift her up onto the Formica counter, but she turned in my arms and pulled me close and said, “I’m not sure that’ll support me,” and pulled me into the living room to one of the overstuffed chairs there, which was not going to work for straddling.
“Couch,” I said, and we both looked at the spindly legs on the skinny couch. No.
“There’s a bed,” Liz said, “but nobody’s been near it in five years, so I’m thinking no on that, too.”
“Couch cushion on the floor,” I said, and Liz said, “I haven’t cleaned the floor yet, there’ll be dust,” and I started to laugh. I really wanted to fuck her blind, but she’d managed to buy a house that it was impossible for us to have sex in.
“I have an idea,” she said, and pulled the long seat cushion off the couch and dragged it over to the back door.
When she opened it, the whole world was out there, clear air and green leaves and a porch floor wide enough to do whatever I wanted on. Which was good because I wanted a lot. Right now. She dropped the cushion and took off her t-shirt, and I did a quick survey of the area and decided there was probably nobody out there watching. Then she took off her bra and started unbuttoning her jeans, and I didn’t care if anybody was watching.
“No.” I pulled her down onto the cushion and grabbed her hands and held them over her head for a moment which made her arch her back and made her breasts stand up, nipples erect in the cool air, while she laughed. “Those aremybuttons,” I said. “Let’s christen this place the right way.”
I kissed her breast and then her stomach and unbuttoned her jeans, remembering how I’d picked those buttons up to follow her into the factory, terrified she’d be dead before I found her, and realized we had a very strange history. I tugged on her jeans and she helped me shimmy them off along with her Tweety underpants, and then she was naked below me, spreading herself open for me, reaching for me, everything I’d ever wanted and hadn’t known until I met her. I unbuckled my belt and shoved off my pants, and I moved in close, feeling her heat.
She grabbed the hem of my t-shirt and ripped it off, and then she reached down and slid her hand over me, and the world spun around. I pushed her back against the cushions and kissed her stomach again, and then licked into her, loving the way she made those “oh” sounds that made me crazy, moving against my mouth, and when she was hot and wet and I couldn’t stand to wait any more, I slid into her, and the whole world swung around, and I felt her lock her legs around me as we rocked together and the heat built, every cell of my being tightening, everything I was focused on her. Her breathing grew faster and faster and then she cried out, “No!” which is not what I wanted to hear.
I froze, trying to get my breath back. “What? Did I hurt you?”
“Somebody’s watching us.”
“Good,” I said. “Why should we be the only ones having fun?” but she didn’t laugh, so I pushed myself up on one hand to look over the railing.
Something moved on the other side.
If somebody was watching us from that far away, they weren’t exactly getting a good look, especially with the railing between us. Then the something moved closer to the edge and I saw reddish orange fur.
“It’s a fox.” I bent and kissed her other breast. “We’re corrupting wildlife.”
“Okay.” She took a deep breath. “Tomorrow I will get a new mattress and we do this inside.”
“And right now?”
“You may return to our regularly scheduled intercourse,” she said, tightening herself around me as she drew me back down to her.
