"A beach." Her lips lifted.
"Florida. Mexico. South of France. California. Anywhere you like."
She put her head on his chest. "Okay."
"The color of the sky's changing to peach and gold and the sea is calm and blue." Vin focused on the setting sun as he spoke to her, trying to picture it going behind the horizon of the ocean instead of the asphalt roof of the ranch house next door.
Vin started to move, shifting his weight from side to side, and she followed his cue, swaying in his arms.
"The air is soft and warm." He put his chin on the top of her head. "And the waves are doing that thing on the sand, up and back, up and back. Palm trees are all around."
He rubbed her shoulders, hoping that she saw what he was describing, hoping she was lifted out of where they really were: the crappy-ass backyard of a shitty little house in chilly Caldwell, New York.
Closest shoreline they had was rocky and on a river.
He closed his own eyes and just felt the woman he held, and what do you know: she was what transformed his landscape, not his words. For him, she was the reason he was warm. "You're a wonderful dancer," she said into his chest.
"Am I?" When she nodded, he felt it on his pec. "Well, that's because I have a good partner."
They moved together until light began to bleed out of the sky and the temperature dropped too far. As Vin stopped, Marie-Terese lifted her head and looked up at him.
When he put his hand on her face and just stared at her, she whispered, "Yes."
He led her back into the house and up to his bedroom. When he closed the door, he leaned against it and watched her as she took her fleece off over her head and then unbuttoned her simple white shirt. Her bra was next, which meant that as she bent down to shuck off her jeans, her br**sts swayed.
Vin had been hard before she started to undress, but the sight of her so natural and beautiful made him strain against his slacks.
And yet this was not about sex.
When she stood before him naked, he came at her slowly and kissed her long and deep. Her body beneath his hands was warm and supple, so small and smooth compared to his own - and he loved the contrast and the cushion of her. Loved the way she smelled and tasted.
Capturing her br**sts in his palms, he took one nipple between his lips to suck while he rubbed the other with his thumb, and as she arched against him, his name came out of her mouth in a rush.
Man, he loved the way that sounded.
With his free hand, he stroked her thigh and moved behind, sliding between her legs. She was oh, so ready for him. Slick and hot.
Cursing under his breath, he carried her to his old bed and laid her out. A moment later, he was naked as the day he was born and he stretched himself beside her, tucking his c**k up onto his stomach as he brought their hips together.
More kissing. Hands on his skin. Hers.
Hands between her legs. His.
Marie-Terese ended up on top, her thighs split over his hips, her sex parted for him. After he was covered by a condom, she covered him in a slow, devastating decent that robbed him of breath and sense. In response, he jacked into an arch, his back curling up off the bed, the shift pushing him even deeper.
Planting her palms on his shoulders, she braced herself and swung her hips up and back, falling into a shattering rhythm.
As Marie-Terese took him, he was more than willing to give her anything she wanted of him. He was panting and desperate underneath her as her body worked his to perfection.
With her lids down low as she watched him, her eyes were like blue fire.
But they consumed him without any pain.
"This is Vin's address."
As Eddie pointed to a Happy Meal-sized house on the right, Jim pulled the truck over and put it in park. Out of habit, he scoped the area. Typical lower-middle-class residential neighborhood, with cars mostly in their driveways, street lamps every twenty yards, and lights coming on in small-scale family rooms and kitchens. No pedestrians because everyone was in for the night. Not a lot of cover because the bushes and the trees were leafless.
As he and Eddie got out and hit the bag stash in the back, the glooming light turned everything into a variation of gray, the landscape like a black-and-white photograph.
Vin's BMW was in the drive, and there were lights on inside, so as they came up to the front door, they knocked. The response was an immediate holler from upstairs, but it took a while before they were let in, and the reason why was pretty clear: Vin's hair obviously had had fingers running through it, and his cheeks were flushed.
Jim's first thought as he stepped in and looked around was that cheap furnishings really didn't age well. From what he could see, everything from the wilted wallpaper to the crappy couch in the living room to the dejected kitchen in the back had been done in twenty-year-old Sears Roebuck.
It was the same stuff he'd grown up with and the first time since he'd met the guy that he thought he had anything in common with Vin.
Eddie put one of his bags down and focused on an oddly newer stretch of rug in the hall. "They died here at the bottom of the stairs. Your parents."
"Yeah." Vin shifted uneasily. "How do you know that?"
"I can see their shadow." Eddie stepped to the side, glanced at Jim, and nodded downward.
Jim wondered what the big deal was, because when he looked at the floor all he could see...was...
He rubbed his eyes to make sure he was getting it right - but yeah, he was. At the base of the stairs where the fresher square of carpet was, he picked up on an odd disturbance, a visual echo of what had been two people intertwined in a heap. The woman had had frizzy, faded hair and a yellow housecoat. The man had been in green overalls, like the kind an electrician or a plumber would wear. The bloodstains beneath their heads covered yards of the carpet.
Jim cleared his throat. "Yeah, I see it, too."
Marie-Terese appeared at the top of the stairs. "Where do you want us?"
"I did it in my bedroom," Vin said.
Eddie left some of his load in the front hall and started for the second floor. "Then that's where we're going."
With all the bags he was holding, Jim had to turn sideways to fit as he went up, and Vin was cool enough to take some of the load.
"What's all this stuff?" the guy asked.
"Lotta frickin' salt."
As the four of them crammed into a room that was decorated in faded navy blue wallpaper and seventies schoolboy furniture, Eddie reached down and pulled up the braided rug in the center. "You did it here?"
Self-evident, given the faded circle that was left on the floorboards. "Do we need to clean that first?" Jim asked.
"Clean what?" Vin knelt down and ran his hands around the fake wood flooring. "There's nothing here."
"It's right - "
Eddie caught Jim's arm and shook his head, then started opening bags. He handed both Vin and Marie-Terese a container of Morton salt. "You guys are going to pour a line around the perimeter of the upstairs. It needs to be an unbroken barrier, except for that window." He nodded over to the right. "Leave that clear. If there is furniture in the way, it's okay - just go around it and then back against the wall. There's more in these bags if you need it."
When he seemed satisfied by how they were handling things, he took out a pair of stogies from inside his jacket and gave one of them along with some salt to Jim. "You and I are going to do the same and a little more downstairs."
"Roger that."
When they were back on the first floor, Eddie took out a black Bic lighter and fired his Cuban or whatever it was up. As he exhaled something that smelled like...clean ocean air, he offered the flame and Jim bent at the waist and lit his own. One inhale and he was in Heaven. The tobacco tasted amazing, like nothing he'd ever had in his mouth before, and if this was going to be part of his ongoing duties, he was so on board.
Man, he'd liked smoking. And evidently all that cancer concern was off his list now.
Eddie pocketed his lighter and popped open his salt. "We're going to go from room to room and exhale while we make a barrier down here. We're purifying the environment and creating an obstacle for her. There's more Morton's in that bag."
Jim glanced down at his umbrella girl. "Is this really going to keep Devina out?"
"It'll make it harder for her to get in. Adrian's going to keep her busy for as long as he can, but even with his considerable talents, she's going to know something is up."