Chesapeake Blue
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"Oh God." Dru closed her eyes. "And he didn't see that was insulting to you?"
"Nope." Surprised, and rather pleased Dru had seen that angle, Aubrey leaned more companionably on the counter. "I didn't let it bother me that way because he was so stupid about the whole thing, so worried and flustered. So we had our little experiment. He gets major points in the lip-lock department. He knows how to kiss."
"Yes, he does."
"There was relief all around because the earth did not move. It didn't even tremble. Then we laughed ourselves silly, and we're fine. I wasn't going to tell you that part," Aubrey added. "I thought letting it hang would make you suffer more. But since you said I was attractive and vibrant and interesting, I'm cutting you a break."
"Thanks. And I'm sorry. It was beginning to…" Dru trailed off, shook her head. "Never mind."
"We've come this far, don't hold back now."
She started to shake her head again, then realized that was one of her flaws. She held back. "All right. What's happening between Seth and me was beginning to worry me a little. I had someone I cared about, very much, cheat on me. I started to see myself as that woman, with some sympathy for her position. I didn't want to have any sympathy for her. I prefer despising her."
"Well, sure." Nothing could have been clearer to Aubrey's way of thinking. "You can relax. The field's all yours. Are we square on that?"
"Yes. Yes, we are. I appreciate your coming in to talk to me, and not punching me."
"Punching you would've pissed off Seth, not to mention my parents, so it's just as well. I guess I'd better get going."
"Aubrey." It was always a terrifying thing for Dru to go with impulse. "I don't make friends easily. It's not one of my skills. I'm terrific at making acquaintances, at social small talk and casual conversation. But I don't have many friends."
She took a long breath. "I'm going to close a little early today. It'll take me a few minutes to close out and lock up. Are you in a hurry, or would you like to go have a drink?" Seth was a goner, Aubrey realized. He'd never hold out against those hints of vulnerability and need hiding under the polish. "Got any good wine at your place?"
"Yes." Dru's lips curved. "I do."
"I'll swing by home, grab a shower. Meet you there."
FROM HIS STUDIO WINDOW, Seth watched Aubrey stride back out to her truck. He'd seen her stride in nearly a half hour before. And though he hadn't been able to see her face, he'd read her body language clearly.
She'd been ready to brawl.
He hadn't gone down. Until he'd seen Gloria, and locked that entire business back in his mental vault, he was keeping a distance from his family.
But he'd listened for the sounds of shouts or breaking glass. If it had come to that, he'd have run down to pull them apart.
But it hadn't come to that, he noted as Aubrey jumped nimbly into the cab of her truck and zipped off without any indication of temper.
One less worry, he supposed, as he walked into the kitchen to look at the clock on the stove. A little more than five hours left to obsess, he thought. Then he'd meet Gloria, give her the cash he'd withdrawn from his account.
And get back to his life.
DRU HAD barely walked through the door when Aubrey pulled into the drive. It gave her no time to fuss with the crackers and cheese she'd planned to set out, or to wash the fat purple grapes she'd picked up on the way home.
However casual the invitation, she was accustomed to entertaining a certain way. That certain way wasn't having her guest walk in, push a brown bag into her hand, then look around and whistle.
"Cool. Front page, House & Garden." She sent Dru a cheeky grin. "That wasn't really a dig. Man, my mother would love this. She's been itching to get a look at the inside. You got a cleaning service?" Aubrey asked and smoothed a finger over a tabletop. No dust.
"No. It's just me, and I don't—"
"Ought to. Working woman and blah, blah. Mom can give you the whole pitch. Big place." Aubrey began to wander without invitation as Dru stood holding the bag. "I want a big one when I get out on my own. Rattle around a bit, you know? Change from living with what feels like a million people sometimes. Then I'll be lonely and miss them and spend half my time at the house anyway." She looked up. "High ceilings," she commented. "Must cost you some to heat this place in the winter."
"Would you like to see the bills?" Dru said dryly and made her laugh.
"Maybe later. I'd rather have wine. Oh, those are cookies in the bag. Mom baked some yesterday. Double chocolate chip. Awesome. Kitchen this way?"
"Yes." Dru sighed, then followed, decided to try to go with the flow.
"Nancy Neat, aren't you?" Aubrey said after one glance, then opened the back door. "Man, this is great!
It's like your own little island. Do you ever get spooked out here all alone, city girl?"
"No. I thought I might," Dru said as she set the bag on the counter and got out a bottle of Pinot Grigio.
"But I don't. I like listening to the water, and the birds and the wind. I like being here. I don't want the city. And I realized the first morning I woke up here, in the quiet, with the sun coming in the windows, I never did. Other people wanted it for me."
She poured the wine. "Do you want to sit out on the patio?"
"That'd be good. I'll bring the cookies."
So they had tart white wine and fat-filled cookies while the sun slid slowly down behind the trees.
"Oh." Aubrey swallowed a mouthful. "I should tell you, Seth and I made a pact not to tell anybody about the big experiment."
"The… oh."
"I don't figure you count, since it was your idea. Sort of. But since I spilled it, I've either got to kill you, or you have to swear not to tell anybody."
"Does this oath involve my blood in any way?"
"I usually do it with spit."
Dru thought about it for about two seconds. "I'd rather not involve any bodily fluids. Is my word good enough?"
"Yeah." Aubrey picked up another cookie. "People like you keep their word."
"People like me?"