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by Kenna White


  “I’m glad things are going well.”

  “I didn’t say things are going well,” Shannon said loudly, pouring the last of the wine in Dana’s glass. “For things to be going well, I’d need you to say you’re finished with this houseboat nonsense and ready to move back home with me.”

  “Shannon, please,” Dana whispered when the customers at a nearby table turned to stare. “Let’s talk about this later. Not here.”

  “All right. Okay. We’ll talk about it later.”

  “Thank you.”

  The rest of dinner was innocuous small talk about Juliana entering junior high school in the fall and Shannon’s plans to expand the travel agency. Dana ate slowly, enjoying the food and the conversation. Shannon refrained from anymore insinuations about her decision to move into the houseboat. She paid the check and left a generous tip, refusing to allow Dana to pay for any of it.

  “I ate too much,” Shannon said, opening the door for Dana.

  “Me, too. But it was good.”

  “It’s always good here. Did you like the fettuccine?”

  “Yes. Very delicious. Thank you. But I’m uncomfortable with you paying for my dinner. I really wish you’d let me pay for my own.”

  “No.” Shannon took her arm and led her to the corner. “Let’s head over to the boardwalk. I need to walk off that dinner.”

  They strolled along the boardwalk, past the marina and the little café where Dana sometimes sat to sip coffee and work on her sketches, past the observation platform and beyond the last access to the parking lot. The end of the boardwalk narrowed to a few feet wide where it looked out over Budd Bay. Dana rested her hands on the railing and stared out at the blinking buoy lights. She couldn’t help smile, remembering how she had steered Jamie’s boat toward just such a buoy off the tip of Hartstene Island.

  “Isn’t it a magnificent evening?” she said, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. “I love the way the water looks when there’s no wind. It looks just like ice. Like you could slide right across it.”

  “Ruth Ann said you came to her Lakefair party on their boat,” Shannon said, kicking at a pebble. “Did you have a good time?”

  “Yes. They’re nice people.”

  “I’m still trying to talk them into going on this Alaskan cruise. They went last year but this one is going to be better. If you have a chance, mention it to them.”

  “Okay. Look, Shannon. There’s a harbor seal.” Dana pointed at the dark head moving through the water.

  “That’s an otter,” Shannon said, giving it a disinterested glance.

  “I think it’s a harbor seal,” she said, squinting at it. Dana remembered hearing Jamie explain the difference to Juliana. “It doesn’t have external ear flaps.”

  “Whatever,” Shannon laughed. “So, who else was at Ruth Ann’s party? A bunch of their retired friends?”

  “No one retired. Just a few of their friends I’d never met before.”

  “You didn’t meet anyone interesting, I hope,” she said with a chuckle.

  “Interesting? Actually, I did. You met her.”

  “Who?”

  “Dr. Jamie Hughes. The professor.”

  “Oh, her,” Shannon dismissed her as insignificant.

  “She’s doing research in Puget Sound, something about oxygen saturation. I don’t understand it but it sounds very interesting. It has something to do with what little fish eat before big fish eat them.”

  “Survival of the fittest.”

  “Jamie called it a food web. Microscopic organisms eaten by algae eaten by small crustaceans and fish eaten by bigger fish then animals like seals and otters and so on.” Dana smiled, surprised that she remembered the order.

  “I’ve heard all I need to hear about that professor for one night.” Shannon stood behind Dana, placing a hand on the railing on either side of her. “I don’t care about microorganisms. This is our evening.” She buried her face in Dana’s hair and breathed in. “I noticed you still wear the perfume I gave you.” She nuzzled her neck.

  “Yes.” Dana closed her eyes, feeling the warmth of Shannon’s breath against her skin.

  “What is it called?”

  “Night Rapture.”

  “I like it on you. It’s very sensual.” Shannon’s lips brushed Dana’s neck. She eased the ponytail holder out of Dana’s hair then combed her fingers through it. “Don’t ever cut your hair, babe. There’s nothing so incredible as the feel of your hair through my fingers,” she whispered.

  Dana had to admit she loved to have someone play with her hair. Ever since she was a child, the feel of fingers through her hair was a pleasing sensation. When Shannon did it just right, it made Dana shudder all over.

  “You like that, don’t you?” Shannon said, working her hands through the silken strands. She tugged slightly until Dana moaned. “You like me to play with your hair.”

  “Yes,” she sighed, leaning back.

  Shannon filled her hands with Dana’s long hair and rested Dana’s head on her chest.

  “Tell me how much,” she said, pressing a kiss against Dana’s neck.

  “I love it when you do that. I love to feel your hands in my hair.” It was the truth. Dana couldn’t hide the fact her hair was a source of arousal. And Shannon knew it.

  “I want my hands in your hair, Dana. I want my hands all over your body.” She turned Dana around and kissed her. “I need you,” she insisted, taking Dana in her arms and devouring her mouth in a demanding kiss. Dana melted into Shannon’s arms, just as she had always done. She fit perfectly against her chest, Shannon’s familiar embrace strong around her. Dana folded her arms around Shannon’s neck and leaned into the kiss.

  “Come home with me tonight, sweetheart,” Shannon whispered, holding her close.

  Dana’s mind was in a whirl. It had been months since she last lay in Shannon’s arms, the smell of their lovemaking thick around them. Months since they had put their bickering aside and found sweet satisfaction in each other’s touch and taste. Shannon’s arms were still warm and inviting. Her kiss still enticed Dana beyond all reason. Standing there on the boardwalk, the moonlight shimmering across the bay and Shannon’s whisper calling her to bed, it was hard for Dana to think clearly. She couldn’t think of a reason not to go with her.At that moment she couldn’t remember why she moved out in the first place. Giving in to Shannon had felt right four years ago and it felt right tonight.

  Shannon slipped her arm around Dana’s waist and headed them back up the boardwalk.

  “I can’t wait to feel you against me. I’m going to make you sorry you waited so long,” Shannon said, nuzzling her. Dana closed her eyes as they walked along, guided by Shannon’s purposeful strides.

  “Remember the time we drove over to Ocean Shores?” Shannon said. “I made a reservation at that hotel with a view of the beach and the breakers coming in.”

  “Last fall,” Dana replied.

  “It was rainy. I drove right out onto the beach at low tide and we watched the sunset.”

  “Yes, I remember.”

  “We were making out in the car. You always were a sucker for romantic settings.”

  “It was raining so hard we couldn’t see out the windows most of the time.” Dana remembered being thankful for the heavy rain since theirs wasn’t the only car on the beach.

  “God, you were hot that night, babe. I couldn’t get enough of you.”

  Dana opened her eyes as a shudder shot up her spine. Yes, she remembered that evening. In spite of the chilly temperatures and nearby cars, Shannon had talked her out of her clothes and down on the seat for over an hour of lovemaking. Even though Dana pleaded with her to return to the room, Shannon insisted she couldn’t wait. But yes, it was good sex. Sex with Shannon was always good. She was a passionate and generous lover. The first time Dana slept with her had been one of those nights she had always dreamed of. The candlelit room had glowed. Rain fell softly against the window. Between bouts of the lovemaking, they sipped wine and
confessed their innermost secrets.

  “Damn. What am I thinking?” Shannon chuckled. “We’ve got the houseboat right there.” She pointed over the railing at the marina below. “I should be glad you rented the damn thing. What’s the code for the gate?”

  Dana was still lost in her memories, the thought of them pushing her along blindly. She punched in the code and Shannon opened the gate.

  “Key?” Shannon said as they descended the gangplank and headed down the dock toward the houseboat.

  Dana handed her the key, the new one Morgan had given her.

  “Where’s your key ring?” she asked, stepping onto the rear deck and unlocking the door. She pushed it open and followed Dana inside.

  “Oh, I forgot to take it,” Dana said, noticing the key ring hanging on the hook behind the door. “I grabbed the single key. It was easier to slip in my pocket.” She didn’t know why she had taken the single key instead of the key ring. One of those mindless habits, perhaps. “Excuse me for a minute,” she said and stepped into the bathroom. When she came out, Shannon was standing on the deck looking out at the city lights.

  “Beautiful, isn’t it?” Dana said, joining her.

  Shannon wiped her hand along the railing, turned, and sat on it.

  “Do you really like living here?”

  “Yes. It’s fun. Very inspirational for my work.”

  “Isn’t it a little confining?” Shannon crossed her arms and stared inside at the rooms.

  “Not really. It’s cozy. I love to sit out here in the evening and watch the sailboats come in from a day of sailing. Sometimes I eat my dinner out here.”

  “I’m talking about inside. Not outside. Sure, it’s wide open on the deck. All you’ve got is railing around you and a roof over your head. Inside, you’ve barely got room to stand up.”

  “That’s just in the loft. It’s really quite roomy for a houseboat. I’ve got plenty of room for my desk. The sofa becomes a bed when Juliana stays overnight. And the galley—” she began but Shannon interrupted.

  “The galley?” she said with a sarcastic smirk. “Have you gone nautical?”

  “Kitchen.Galley.It’s the same thing.Anyway,it has everything a house kitchen has. Sure the appliances are apartment-sized but most of the time it’s just me. And the loft has a low ceiling for a reason. It’s to lower the center of gravity and reduce the sway.”

  “Who told you that? The landlady trying to talk you into renting it?” Shannon frowned.

  “Jamie told me. She said many stationary houseboats have loft bedrooms. They’re intended for sleeping so the ceilings can be lower to reduce sway and keep a more pleasing profile.”

  “Jamie again. The old professor must be a whiz at Trivial Pursuit.”

  Dana smiled to herself. Shannon was right. Jamie had even admitted being full of useless trivia.

  “By the way, how did Jamie know you have a low ceiling in the bedroom?” Shannon asked suspiciously. “Has she been on the houseboat?”

  “Yes.”

  “When?”

  “A few days ago. She came by to return something.” Dana caught herself. She didn’t want to admit she had lost the key ring, even if it was only temporary.

  “Return what?”

  “It was nothing. Just something I left at Ruth Ann’s during the party.”

  “What?” Shannon insisted.

  “My key ring. Jamie was nice enough to return it.”

  “You left the key ring at Ruth Ann’s? The one I gave you? The gold one?”

  “I just forgot it.”

  “For two weeks? They just live over there,” she said, nodding her head across the marina. “Why didn’t you go get it the next day? Hell, Dana. Why didn’t you go back and get it that night?”

  Dana knew she had boxed herself into a corner. If she said she just forgot to go get it, Shannon would think she didn’t care about it. One fib might grow into a string of lies she couldn’t defend.

  “I couldn’t go get it, Shannon. I couldn’t get it because it was at the bottom of the bay.”

  “WHAT?!”

  “It got knocked overboard. It was an accident but it fell off the railing of Ruth Ann and Connie’s boat during the party.”

  “What was it doing on the railing?”

  “I was showing it to Jamie and I set it on the railing. It was a wide board and I didn’t think it would get knocked off. And before you say anything else, yes, I’m well aware how stupid that was. I wasn’t thinking. And for that week when I thought it was lost, I felt terrible about it.”

  “Who knocked it off?” Shannon stared at her.

  “We both did. I mean, both of our hands grabbed for it at the same time and we both missed. Before we knew it, it plunked into the water and sank.”

  “What’s that? A bogus replacement?” Shannon pointed at the key ring hanging on the hook. “A cheap imitation?”

  “No. That’s the one you gave me.”

  “Yeah, right. I’m not stupid, Dana. I know what happens when you drop something into the bay. The bottom is nothing but mud. I remember when we went crabbing off Cooper Point. We were ankle deep in mud.”

  “That’s right. Jamie told me it was nearly impossible to find anything once it went overboard but she found it.”

  Shannon smirked skeptically and kept her arms crossed.

  “She did,” Dana insisted. “She scuba dives. She went down and found it. She said it landed in some seaweed and tarnished. Since it hadn’t been in the salt water that long, it polished up beautifully. You saw it. It looks just like new.”

  “Jamie said, eh?” Shannon wasn’t happy and Dana knew it. “Seems like this Dr. Jamie whatever her name is sure hangs around a lot.”

  “Hughes. Dr. Jamie Hughes. And she doesn’t hang around a lot. But yes, she was there at the party on the boat. And Shannon, I’ll forever be grateful to her for finding the key ring and returning it to me,” Dana said, touching Shannon’s arm affectionately. “If she hadn’t, I wouldn’t have it today.”

  “If she hadn’t knocked it overboard, it wouldn’t have been on the bottom of the bay to begin with.”

  “Please don’t look at it that way, honey,” Dana moved against her. “It was an accident and she recovered it for me. That’s the important thing.”

  “I can’t help wonder why you put it on the railing in the first place.”

  “I know. I know. It was a dumb thing to do. I kicked myself a million times about it.” Dana rested her head on Shannon’s shoulder, trying to console her anger. “I promise I’ll never do that again. I’ll never ever treat it so carelessly.”

  “It sounds like you expect me to be thankful you met this Dr. Hughes.”

  “I just don’t want you to be mad. I shouldn’t have mentioned anything about it. I can see it upset you and I’m sorry. The key ring was a gift and I didn’t take care of it. Forgive me.” Dana heard her own voice saying those things, and dimly wondered about the decisions she’d been trying to make.

  “Promise me you’ll take care of it. I didn’t get it at a dime store, you know.”

  “I promise.”

  “And promise you won’t have Dr. Hughes here on the houseboat again.”

  “What does that have to do with the key ring?”

  “Promise.”

  “I’m not sure that’s relevant, Shannon.”

  Shannon wrapped her arms around Dana, trapping her in a hard embrace.

  “It is because I love you. Whatever problems we have are our private business. We’ll work them out. The two of us. We don’t need Ruth Ann or Connie or your brother.And we certainly don’t need that professor. You said it yourself. You said you needed to be alone and I respect that. You shouldn’t let anyone interfere. If you do need to talk to somebody, the logical person should be me.”

  “I know what you’re saying, but it isn’t like that. Jamie isn’t interfering. She isn’t like that at all.”

  “So she won’t be here hanging around the houseboat again?”

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sp; Dana didn’t agree. To agree meant denying a source of support and encouragement. She may not be the answer to all Dana’s problems but having Jamie’s advice was not something she wanted to surrender. Jamie had the art of gentle reason. Shannon did not.

  “I can’t promise that, Shannon. I don’t expect her on the houseboat but I can’t promise she’ll never come by.”

  Shannon gave Dana a disappointed glare and stormed inside.

  “I’m sorry. It doesn’t mean anything but I can’t be positive,” Dana said, following her. “She’s doing research in the harbor. If she stops by to say hello, what am I supposed to do? Tell her she can’t come in?”

  Shannon took the key ring from the hook and examined it.

  “All right. You can invite her in. In fact, tell her thank you for me for recovering this.” She placed the key ring in Dana’s hand. “Tell her I appreciate it.”

  “I will.” Dana rehung it.

  “Let’s not talk about her anymore. She has nothing to do with you and me.” Shannon collected Dana’s hands and kissed them. “Let’s talk about us.”

  “I thought we were.”

  “Let’s talk about something else,” Shannon said, wrapping Dana in a hug. “How about let’s talk about what we came down here for? Better yet, let’s not talk at all,” she whispered, nibbling Dana’s neck. “I can’t wait much longer. Why don’t you show me your loft?” She cupped her hands around Dana’s bottom, rubbing herself against her.

  “Shannon,” Dana said, trying to push away. “Stop.”

  “Why?” Shannon slid her hand down to Dana’s crotch, fondling her mound through her slacks.

  “Please, stop,” she said and stepped away from Shannon’s grip.

  “My God, babe. You’ve got me all hot and then you shut me down. What’s going on here? I thought we were going to make love.”

  “Please don’t ask me,” Dana said, standing stiffly.

  “I thought we decided this is what you wanted.” Shannon whispered, kissing Dana’s neck as she cupped a hand over her breast.

  “I know it sounded like that, but I can’t. It isn’t the right time. Please,” she said. She shoved Shannon’s hand away and went to the window.

 

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