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06

Her heart sank a little lower as she toweled off, unplugging the drain and letting the Donovan-scented water swirl away as she pulled her suitcase into the bathroom and donned a fresh sweater and pair of jeans. Dressed and dry again, she carried her bag downstairs in search of Donovan.

« There you are. »

He sat at the kitchen table, a mug in hand. She didn’t have to look inside it to know it was full of black coffee, probably scalding hot.

« Want coffee ? » he asked by way of greeting. « Or Dr. Pepper ? There’s some in the fridge. »

At twenty-five, she rarely drank soda, unlike during her teen years, but the day called for an exception. « Sure. Thanks. »

He had the fridge set on the lowest temperature ; the can was so cold it almost hurt to touch. The drink itself was a hundred and fifty sugary calories sent straight from heaven. Maybe some aspects of being a teen hadn’t been all bad – like being able to down soda whenever and never gain a pound. Or being as familiar with Donovan as she’d been with herself – able to touch him on a whim, always welcome to run her fingers over the muscles that lined his body, the suntanned skin so prone to grease stains.

It felt strange to be close to him without doing that.

She shoved the thought away – or tried, at least – as she sank into a seat at the table. « Look, Donovan. I’m sorry about snooping around the house and everything. I had no idea you’d bought it – for all I knew, you were halfway around the world and some middle-aged couple had bought it to turn into a bed and breakfast. »

He shrugged. « This place is as much yours as it is mine – we both know it. »

She nearly dropped her half-empty Dr. Pepper can. « It’s yours. You bought it. I promise not to come sneaking around again. » She tried for a diplomatic tone, like she wasn’t deflating inside as she spoke the words.

« You don’t have to sneak. There’s a key hidden behind the loose brick out on the porch. »

She fought a smile that was at odds with the stab of a bittersweet memory. She knew the brick – as kids, she and Donovan had used it dozens of times, placing notes behind it for the other to discover later. They’d communicated that way on the occasions they’d had a hard time meeting up in person.

Phone service at the pink trailer he’d called home had been irregular, at best – most of the time, it had been disconnected due to overdue bills. Since he hadn’t owned a cell phone, they’d often depended on face-to-face meetings, and when those hadn’t worked, notes. Her grandmother had never minded when either of them dropped by. She’d probably known about the loose brick and the secrets they’d stowed there, though she’d never said anything.

« It was nice of you to come looking for me in the storm, and to help with repairs – I don’t expect you to do anything else for me. After this rain lets up, I’d appreciate a ride to my new place, and then I’ll be out of your way. »

Tendrils of steam rose from his cup, drifting in front of his eyes like a smoke screen as he took a long drink. Silence stretched for so long that she itched to break it, though she didn’t have a clue what else to say.

« Flooding’s bad at the other side of town. Where’s your new place, exactly ? »

She gave him the address. She’d never actually been there before, but her cousin had sent pictures of the townhouse.

« Right by that creek ? »

« I don’t know. » The photos had only been close-ups and interior shots of the house.

« Didn’t buy the place, did you ? »

« No. My cousin was renting it and recently moved out of state. There are a couple months left on the lease and she’s already paid for them, so she’s letting me stay there. It’ll be an inexpensive place to live while I job hunt. »

She’d only have to pay for a couple utilities, thanks to her cousin’s generosity. She’d commute to DC when she had to – for the interviews she’d hopefully land. As small as Willow Heights was, the nation’s capital was only an hour and a half away.

He made a wordless sound somewhere between a sigh and a grunt. « The owner had better have flood insurance – there’ll be water damage. »

« I hope not. » Apprehension wove its way into her thoughts. Was he just messing with her, or did he really think the flooding would be that bad ? Did he want it to be that bad ?

Stupid thought. He’d probably told her about the spare key out of pity, because his new home had been her grandmother’s. No way was he hoping she’d be stuck at his place.

* * * *

Stuck at Donovan’s place overnight – the reality seemed surreal, even as twilight darkened to true night. The next day, she’d have to arrange other accommodations – a pay-by-the-week motel, maybe. The water damage done to her cousin’s leased townhouse would take time to fix ; the first floor had been flooded.

« What room would you like me to stay in ? » She sat at the table across from Donovan, a few crumbs left on her plate, all that remained of the hamburger she’d had for dinner. He’d fried them up and delegated the task of throwing together a salad to her when she’d volunteered to help.

Making dinner with Donovan in her dead grandmother’s kitchen had been the strangest thing she’d done in a long time, though she had a feeling spending the night across or down the hall from him would be even stranger.

« Don’t you want your old room ? »

« I thought you were staying in it. » A hint of heat crept into her cheeks. « I wanted to see the room earlier today – to see if you’d changed anything. »

His expression remained neutral. « You can have the room. It’s yours. »

She didn’t argue, but when she climbed into bed twenty minutes later and breathed in the scent of strong soap and the slightest hint of male sweat, she almost wished she had. The pillowcases, the sheets – the scent was everywhere. He hadn’t changed the linens since sleeping in them the night before.

It wasn’t like he’d been expecting her. Maybe he didn’t even have an extra set. It didn’t matter – they’d shared much more than sheets in the past. The scent only bothered her because it kept her awake, setting her mind on a loop, making it play the day’s events over and over again. Whenever she tried to stop the thoughts, her memory regressed further, dredging up events from seven, eight, nine, ten years ago. And that was even worse than thinking about the bizarre day she’d just had.

Her lungs filled with his scent, she eventually drifted to sleep, slipping into a dream where it rained and Donovan sang, the spicy tang of Dr. Pepper on his breath. « How I missed her ! How I missed her, how I missed my Clementine… »

* * * *

The noise she awoke to was no dream. The distinct crash of breaking glass radiated throughout the house, jarring her out of sleep.

In the dark, she couldn’t see the fleur-de-lis wallpaper or the grey carpet. It was a moonless night ; everything was black. Lack of sight sharpened her other senses, exposing her full-tilt to Donovan’s lingering scent.

How was it that she hadn’t gotten used to the smell yet ? She’d been in bed for what, hours ?

Swinging her legs over the side of the four-poster, she grabbed her cellphone from where she’d left it on the floor to charge.

1 :12 AM. She’d turned in early, tired after a day of travel and slogging through rain. Now, she felt wide awake, adrenaline running sharp and bitter through her veins. What had broken – what had made that noise ?

She hurried out of the room, pausing in the hall. « Donovan ? »

He didn’t answer her call, and she didn’t know which bedroom he’d taken. Maybe he wasn’t even in bed – maybe he’d been responsible for the noise. The thought sent her creeping quietly down the stairs.

When she reached the landing, all the first floor lights were off, and there was no sign of him. The hair on her arms and the back of her neck rose. Maybe it had been stupid to rush downstairs without a weapon, or even her phone. What if someone had broken in ?

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