Melissa Good - Thicker Than Water

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Dar eased the thin cotton fabric up. “Oh yeah.”

Kerry half sat up and captured Dar’s jaw, then she kissed her with quiet passion. “If that room service guy knocks in the next few minutes, you’re in so much trouble.”

Dar chuckled deep in her throat.

Chapter

Seven

WELL, KERRY EYED the snow-covered landscape going by, at least I feel a hell of a lot more relaxed than I did yesterday. She flexed her hands inside her lined gloves and tightened her grip on the steering wheel, sparing a glance at the passenger side. “Depressing, isn’t it?”

Dar was examining the view out the front and side windows.

“Um…” It was mostly flat land with dead trees, though the occasional evergreen, dripping with heavy white snow, threw a splotch of color into the mix. “It’s definitely sort of,” she paused,

“bland.”

“Yeah. One of the things I noticed first when I moved down to Florida was how damn colorful it is.” Kerry pulled off the highway and turned onto the road that would eventually lead to her parents’ house. “Sometimes I forget how much it’s not like that in the north in winter.”

Dar settled back, folding her arms across her chest. “Must be nice in summer, though. And it’s kinda pretty, with all that snow and all. Looks like something off a Currier and Ives print.”

“I guess,” Kerry said. “It can be fun around here. I used to have a good time in winter, sledding down hills and ice skating.

And in summer, on the lake.” She noted the new buildings on the low horizon. “They’re finally getting Starbucks out here. Good grief.”

Dar chuckled. “I don’t know, Ker. Doesn’t seem like a bad place to grow up.” She reviewed the passing countryside. “No worse than where I did, at any rate.”

“Hm.” Kerry watched the once familiar landscape go by. She turned right onto a sloping street, bordered on one side by stately walls, the houses behind them hidden from view. On the other side the road pitched down to a snow covered hillside, giving a view across a small valley of more isolated homes on the far side.

How many times had she turned up this road? Walked up it—

from the church, from school…and now it just looked cold and Thicker Than Water 97

strange to her. Someplace she no longer belonged.

“You definitely fit better in the tropics,” Dar commented out of the blue. “You have to wear too much clothing up here.”

Kerry gave her a quick glance, then she turned into the opening in the long, brick wall they’d been driving alongside. “It’s definitely a whole different world.” She pulled up next to a gate and opened her window, allowing a cold, wet draft in. The gate guard bent down to look at her, then almost jerked back in surprise.

“Ms. Kerry!” The older man, dressed in a thick winter parka, smiled. “Been a long time.”

A year . Kerry nodded. “Yes, it has, John. How are you?”

“I’m doing great.” He leaned closer. “I’m sorry about your father.” His eyes flicked briefly to Dar, then back to Kerry. “Terrible thing.”

“Thanks.” Kerry gave him a small smile. He straightened and opened the gate, and she drove carefully through and continued up the driveway. At the end of it was a circular drive and the imposing, classic outline of her family’s home.

A tiny shiver passed over her as she remembered the last time she’d driven down that road, the night she’d revealed her relationship with Dar, the night her father had thrown her into a mental institution.

The night Dar had claimed her, powering her way into the hospital with a ruse so incredible, she still didn’t believe they’d had gotten away with it.

That night, when they’d driven back to pick up Kerry’s things and she’d had her one, last, furious confrontation with her father and left the house, crossing the line in no uncertain terms to go back home to her new life, her new job, and her new lover.

Kerry pulled up on one side of the circle and put the car into park. Fortunately, there were only two other cars there. She suspected they were Angie and Michael’s, and the press seemed to be completely absent. “Well,” she looked at Dar, “here we are.”

“Let’s go then.” Dar smiled at her. “Nice to see this place in the daylight this time.”

Ah. Kerry got out of the car and shut the door, taking a deep breath of the cold air before she trudged around and joined Dar on the short walk up to the front door. Halfway there, Dar wrapped long fingers around hers. It felt wonderful.

Kerry lifted her shoulders and almost smiled as she used the huge, brass doorknocker. She heard footsteps behind the door, then the lock turned and the portal opened. Her brows lifted.

“Hey.”

Angie looked profoundly relieved. “Good grief, get in here before you freeze.” She pulled Kerry and, by default since their 98 Melissa Good hands were still linked, Dar, into the house and shut the door behind them. “I’m really glad you decided to come over, sis.” Her eyes shifted. “Good morning, Dar.”

“Morning,” Dar replied.

“Seems quiet here today,” Kerry ventured. “Where is everyone?”

“It’s just us,” Angie answered. “Mom, Mike, and me. Everyone else is someplace else, and I for one am damn glad of it.” She took Kerry’s arm. “C’mon, we’ve just started breakfast.”

Kerry resisted the tug, giving Angie a direct look. “Was that on purpose?”

Angie hesitated. “Ker.”

“It’s all right. I wasn’t looking forward to a screaming match with uncle Al over coffee,” Kerry said. “And God knows we don’t want the press to know Dar and I are normal people who eat with forks and shave our legs.”

Dar’s eyebrows lifted. She patted Kerry on the back, but was at a loss for words.

“Kerry, c’mon now, that’s not fair,” Angela said. “Maybe we wanted a little peace too, you know? It’s been really tough around here the last few days.”

“Yeah.” Kerry pointed towards the dining room. “Whatever.

Let’s go.”

Angie sighed, but she turned and led the way inside, straightening her blouse as she entered the foyer and crossed its marble emptiness.

Dar followed behind the sisters, taking a moment to look around at the interior of the house. She remembered it somewhat differently than it was now, probably due to the circumstances and the late hour. In the daylight, the house was a large, airy, well designed place with vaulted ceilings and a beautiful curved stairway going up to the second story.

They walked through the foyer and under an archway she vaguely remembered, then turned and entered a small dining room with a vaulted skylight that let in the wan winter sun.

Seated at the table were Cynthia and Michael, and both looked up as the trio entered.

Dar watched them carefully for a reaction, pleased when she saw welcome and relief. She’d figured that might be the case, but with Kerry’s family you never knew, and she had no intention of standing quietly by if it were otherwise. She was rested, her arm was much better, they’d had a great night together, and she was feeling pretty feisty.

“Ah. Kerrison.” Cynthia stood and came over to them. “I’m so sorry about yesterday.” Michael got up also and went to hug his Thicker Than Water 99

sister.

“It’s okay.” Kerry decided to be gracious about it for the moment. “I needed a break last night anyway.” She returned Michael’s hug and gave her mother a smile. “How are you?”

“As well as you might imagine,” Cynthia replied. “Come sit and have something for breakfast.” Her eyes drifted up and met Dar’s. “And you as well, Dar.”