Radclyffe - Crossroads

“That kiss was a nice start.”

Annie glanced down the slope. Callie was still engrossed with the gaggle of ducks that paddled back and forth in the shallow water a few feet in front of her, plucking seeds and corn from the surface of the water. “I guess my timing could have been better.”

“Your timing is great.” Hollis shrugged. “Well, almost perfect.”

“Oh?”

“I could’ve done with an hour or so more of that kiss.”

Annie’s face flooded with heat and she swallowed. So could she. She wanted more right now. She wanted her hands in Hollis’s hair again, she wanted to see that dazed look in Hollis’s eyes and know she put it there. That idea was so far from anything she’d ever desired, she couldn’t even find a context for it. “I’m not sure I have a worthy follow-up.”

“After a kiss like that, I find that hard to believe.”

“The kiss was barely a kiss.”

“Oh no, it was definitely a kiss.” Hollis inched closer until her thigh brushed Annie’s, her face inches away, her eyes dark and intense. “And I’d like more.”

“Should we talk about work? Is this a problem?” Annie half hated herself for asking, but she had to. She had to find her footing in a landscape she no longer recognized.

“Work is work. This doesn’t have anything to do with it.”

“Neither one of us can leave work at the office,” Annie said. “That’s not what we do. It’s not who we are.”

“This doesn’t have to interfere.”

“I don’t even know what this is.”

“Then let’s find out.”

“We should have a date. Shouldn’t we?” Annie asked.

Hollis grinned and she looked younger, and impossibly beautiful.

“What? What did I say?” Annie desperately wanted to kiss her again. Why did they have to be outside surrounded by people? And Callie?

“I like you taking charge,” Hollis murmured.

“I’m hardly doing that,” Annie said, growing more self-conscious every second. She really didn’t know what she was doing. Her infrequent dates were more group things with friends, where she was unofficially paired off with someone and could keep her distance, not a one-on-one evening out. Keeping Hollis at a distance had been impossible from the start. And she didn’t want to. “I could probably get a sitter Saturday night. We could go—”

“Damn,” Hollis said. “I already—”

“That’s all right,” Annie said hastily. Saturday night, of course Hollis would have plans. Just because she was free every night didn’t mean someone as desirable as Hollis would be. “I’m being presumptuous. I—”

“Annie,” Hollis said firmly, “I’m having dinner with Honor Blake and her family. Come with me.”

“Oh, I couldn’t do that.”

“Why not? They’re neighbors. You know Honor.” Hollis rubbed her palm over Annie’s arm. “It’s just dinner with friends. Please. I want to see you.”

“Hollis, there’s something you should know.”

Hollis regarded her steadily, calmly. “Okay.”

“I…” Annie sighed, not even sure what she wanted to say. “I’m not at all sure this is a good idea.”

“I know. Neither am I. We’ll take it nice and slow.” Hollis glanced quickly at Callie and kissed Annie before Annie knew what was happening.

Hollis’s mouth was soft but sure, her lips moving with silky pressure over Annie’s. She tasted of sunlight and spice, and Annie was suddenly famished. She nodded, her mouth still against Hollis’s.

“Okay?” Hollis drew back reluctantly, wondering how she was ever going to be able to take it slow.

“Okay,” Annie breathed. Tonight, for just this moment, she didn’t have to know what she was doing. She glanced toward the water and Callie. “I ought to get her home.” She smiled. “You look like you could use a bit of a nap too.”

“I haven’t been tired since the second I saw you pull up. What do you say we go bicycle shopping Saturday sometime.”

“You sure?”

“Absolutely.”

Annie nodded, ridiculously pleased to be seeing Hollis again so soon. “You relax right now. I’ll clean this up.”

“Actually,” Hollis said, rising, “I think I’ll feed some ducks.”

The sound of Callie’s laughter and the deep, sensuous tone of Hollis’s voice kept distracting Annie while she wrapped leftovers and collected trash. She paused to watch Hollis point something out to Callie in the water, saw Hollis cradle the back of Callie’s neck in a casually protective gesture, felt her heart twist. When she had everything together, she joined them.

“Look, Mommy. Tadpoles.” Callie pointed at dozens of tiny torpedo shapes darting furiously in the shallow waters by the edge of the pond. “Baby frogs.”

“Wow, look at them all,” Annie said, smiling at Hollis.

“By the end of the summer they’ll be as big as Kermit.” Callie looked at Hollis. “Right?”

“Some of them,” Hollis said. “Yep.”

“We’ll have to watch them and see,” Annie said. She took Callie’s hand and they walked back to Hollis’s. After she buckled Callie in and stowed away the food bags, she turned to Hollis, who stood by the side of the car waiting. “Well, why don’t you call if you’re free—”

Hollis mouth covered hers with possessive insistence, hot and just short of bruising. This kiss was nothing like the first time Hollis had kissed her—that had been tender and gently searching. This was sure and claiming. Annie swayed and gripped Hollis’s scrub shirt in both hands. Arms came around her waist, dragged her close. Hollis’s chest was firm, her thighs lean and tight.

Annie pulled away. “Can’t breathe.”

“Sorry,” Hollis muttered, her eyes flashing dangerously.

“I’m not. Just—” Annie kissed her, one hand sliding into her hair, the other grasping her shoulder. The world dissolved in color—brilliant reds, sensuous purples, mesmerizing greens. She was falling, floating, swirling. Annie broke the kiss, releasing Hollis’s arm and grabbing the top of the open door to steady herself. “Saturday?”

“Yes.”

Hollis looked as if she was going to kiss her again. If she hadn’t had Callie with her, she might have let her, and that was probably a very bad idea. She needed time to get a hold on reality again. She stroked Hollis’s jaw. “Call me.”

“I will.”

“Good night, Hollis.”

“Good night, Annie.”

Hollis didn’t move, and Annie was careful not to touch her as she closed the door and skirted the front of the car to the driver’s side. She really didn’t trust herself right now—and that was new. New and confusing and thrilling. As she drove away she looked into the rearview mirror.

Hollis was still watching.

*

When Honor walked in, the house was quiet. She smelled dinner but she didn’t hear the kids. She dropped her bag by the sofa on her way through the living room. “Phyllis?”

Quinn was in the kitchen, barefoot in jeans and a faded red T-shirt, putting aluminum foil over casserole dishes that sat on the counter.

“Hi.” Honor slid her arms around Quinn from behind and kissed the side of her neck, snuggling up against her. “I didn’t expect you to be home so early. Where’s Phyllis?”

“She’s next door with Jack.” Quinn turned and leaned back against the counter, pulling Honor into her arms as she moved.

“All night?”

“Mmm-hmm.”

Honor threaded her arms around Quinn’s neck and kissed her properly. When she finished, she murmured, “Where’s Arly?”

Quinn grinned. “Sleepover at Angie’s. Spontaneous thing after soccer practice. I said yes.”

“Who’s chaperoning?”

“Missy Frangipani and Donna Brundage.”

“Lord bless them.”