Page 83 of A Hero For Heather


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She laughed. “How about I jump on your back? You can give me a ride. Not quite like the one you just did in the shower, but you know, a fun one.”

He lifted one eye at her, went to the fridge to get his beer, then turned. “I’d call what we did fun.”

“Most definitely,” she said, winking at him.

He moved closer and turned, she stood up and hitched herself on his back, he put his arms under her thighs and she took the beer out of his hand.

“Your leg okay like this?”

“Yep,” she said.

They got back to the water and resumed the seats they’d had before she’d gotten in front of him on her knees.

“What’s on your mind?” he asked. “I can tell there is something.”

“You know me pretty well,” she said.

“I’d like to think so. Everything okay?”

“It is. Tell me about your life,” she said quickly before she changed her mind.

“I have,” he said, frowning.

“No,” she said. “I get bits and pieces. You know so much about me and I know you lived in the wrong parts of Baltimore and have no contact with your family.”

He opened his beer and took a long swig of it. Maybe he needed the liquid courage to do it.

“Not much to say,” he said. “It’s not a pretty picture and something I’ve put behind me. I got out and here I am.”

She reached for his beer and took a sip, saw his grin, then said, “Not good enough. Come on, Luke. I know you are an only child, right?”

“As far as I know,” he said.

She wouldn’t touch on that. “Are your parents still alive?”

“As far as I know.”

She forced a laugh out. “Where were they the last time you knew?”

“My mother is God knows where and probably messed up in the same shit as she was when I left.”

“Which is?” she asked.

“None of this is pretty,” he said.

“I didn’t think it was. But they aren’t you. I like you. I like you a lot. I don’t care about them.”

“Then why are you asking so many questions about them?”

“Because they are part of you. Or they made you the man that I like a lot.”

He grinned this time. “You’re persistent, aren’t you?”

“I don’t think I used to be. At least I was only with my brothers. But I see a lot of you in them. Or them in you. Not sure the right way to say that.”

“How’s that?” he asked.

She knew this was his way to not say much about his family, but she was going to circle back around.

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