Melissa Good - Thicker Than Water

“What an amazing thought.”

Dar finished her work and turned her head. “You like?”

A simple heart, with four initials and a plus sign. Kerry sighed in deep satisfaction. “I love.” She kissed Dar on the lips.

“Thank you.”

Holding hands, they walked back down the hill. Kerry knew they were watched from behind kitchen curtains, knew the whispers, knew the scandalized looks they were garnering, and the only thing that knowledge evoked in her was an intense desire to laugh.

There were cars in the driveway when they got back to the house. One, Kerry realized, was Andy and Ceci’s rental car, and she nudged Dar and pointed to it. “Hey!” The other was Richard and Angie’s, and she guessed her brother-in-law had come over.

The third she didn’t recognize.

“Huh. Thought they were going to wait at the hotel for us,”

Dar commented as they strolled up the walk. “Hope everything’s okay.”

The front door opened as they approached, and the major domo gave them a brief smile as they entered the house.

It was quiet, but they could hear voices from the solarium, and one of those voices was easily identifiable from its low, drawling tones. Kerry led the way into the garden and waved at the group seated near the end of the glassed-in area. “Hey, folks.”

“Goodness!” a clear voice erupted, and a small, silver haired form popped up from the bench like an albino meerkat. “Kerrison!

There you are.”

Kerry stopped and blinked, then smiled. “Aunt Penny!”

Her aunt hurried around the bench, rushed over to her, and gave her an enthusiastic hug. “Hello, my dear. You look wonder-Thicker Than Water 173

ful,” Aunt Penny said with enthusiasm. “Hello to you, too, Dar.

It’s good to see you again.”

“Same here,” Dar responded cordially, having developed a liking for Kerry’s perky elderly relative.

Aunt Penny clasped both of their arms and led them to the benches, where Dar’s parents and Cynthia Stuart were seated.

“And I’ve just met your lovely parents, Dar. Wonderful!”

Dar felt her face reacting, saw her father’s do likewise, and heard her mother snicker; she realized they both probably wore the same expression. She walked over, took a seat next to her father and exhaled, extended her leather covered legs out a little and regarded her boots as she listened to Kerry and Aunt Penny exchange pleasantries with Cynthia.

“Oh, listen.” Kerry broke the flow of conversation. “I have to get something from our room—I’ll be right back.” She exchanged a glance just slightly too long with Dar as she passed, and touched her partner’s shoulder as Dar patted her calf in understanding.

“Right. Ah…” Cynthia frowned. “Well, Penny, tell us what you’ve been up to? It’s been so long.”

“Well, dear, since I was banned from your house while your husband was alive, that’s not so very surprising, now is it?”

Penny rebuked mildly. “But I’ve been doing some interesting things, so I’m glad you asked.”

Cynthia had the grace to look embarrassed. “I’m so sorry, Penny.” She sighed, glancing furtively at Ceci and Andrew.

Ceci rallied to the occasion. “Don’t worry. Andrew and I are banned from so many households for so many reasons, we don’t even bother with Christmas cards anymore.”

Andy chuckled. “Ain’t that the truth.”

Penny patted his knee, giving Cynthia a reassuring look at the same time. “As I was saying, dear…”

DAR SAT BACK to listen, half an ear listening for Kerry moving around the house behind her, and most of her thoughts fastened on what her partner was up to.

“You ready to go home?” Andrew asked in a low voice.

Dar glanced at him. “Does it show?”

Her father patted her knee, then poked it. “Whacha got here, Dardar? Alligator pants?”

“Leather.” Dar chuckled, smoothing the hide. “Stuck in the back of my closet.”

Andrew studied the garment. “Ah do believe I remember when you got them there pants.” He glanced around and lowered his voice again. “D’jya hear what happened last night?”

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“No.” Dar leaned on the arm of her chair. “What?”

“That there lady fired all them hangers-on,” Andrew said.

“Just went in and told them to git.”

Dar’s eyes brightened. “Yeah?” She was pleasantly surprised.

“All of them?”

Andrew nodded solemnly. “Yep. Even that feller we all did not like.”

Kyle? It had to be. Dar muffled a grin, giving Cynthia mental points she hadn’t expected to tender. “Good for her,” she whispered. “About damn time. Wait ’til Kerry hears.”

Andrew sat back with a satisfied grunt, folding his arms across his chest. He was dressed in his usual jeans, but this time with a heavy sweatshirt against the cold weather and a pair of sturdy military boots. “I do believe she’ll be happier for it.”

“Sure,” Dar said. “She’s hated that bastard most of her life.

Just wish she’d have been there to see it.”

Her father’s lips quirked a little. “Wall, just so happens your momma was there with that little camera thing of hers. So we can have us a picture watching session later on.”

Dar looked at him in surprise. “You were there?”

“Yeap.”

“Huh.”

“Didn’t think we’d let you kids have all the fun, didja?”

Dar covered her face with one hand and shook her head.

After a moment of watching her, Andrew leaned over again.

“Hey, Dardar?”

“Hm?”

“Things work out all right with Gerry?”

Dar stared past the people in the room to the far wall. “Not really. But that was my choice and my fault, so if I pay for it, it’s only fair.” She kept her eyes forward, even when she felt the warmth of her father’s hand on her shoulder. “You taught me that.”

The pressure increased as Andy squeezed her arm. “Yeap, I did. But if it’s all the same t’you, I think you made the right choice, doing what you done.”

Dar managed a smile. “Thanks.”

IT WAS A plain wooden door, set in a half forgotten hallway behind the library and the study, the senator’s official “working”

area. Kerry approached it and rested her hand on the rough, slightly irregular surface for a moment before she turned the knob and pushed the door inward.

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smelled mostly of books and dust, age and use. Along one wall, under the window, was a desk with an old style wooden desk chair. The other three walls were covered in bookshelves, and they, unlike the outer study, were filled with well-read and tat-tered books.

Kerry just stood in the middle of the room and looked around. It was, perhaps, the third or fourth time she’d ever been in there, and even though the memories she had were hazy, the room didn’t seem to have changed.

This was her father’s private office. Here, he worked on the family financial business, or read books that interested him rather than advertised his achievements. Here, on the walls, hung old certificates from his younger years and pictures from his college days.

Kerry knew she only had a few minutes to search, but she had to pause and study the pictures—stern men standing together, her father in the front row near the middle, almost unrecognizable.

Almost.

Except that the face in the picture held lines she recognized from the mirror she looked into every day. The truth was there in front of her, a truth she knew she couldn’t set aside. She had been a part of this man, no matter what he’d done to her. Kerry touched the edge of the picture frame, staring intently at it. Then she shook her head, went to shelves, and scanned the books on them.