Burning Tracks (Book Two: Spotlight Series) by Lilah Suzanne

Author:Lilah Suzanne [Suzanne, Lilah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Interlude Press
Published: 2016-08-10T22:00:00+00:00

19

“What are you wearing?”

“Wow, we’re just jumping right into it then. Okay.”

On the grainy rectangle of Gwen’s phone screen, Flora shakes her head and smiles in that lovingly bemused way she so often does. Across the room, Grady is folded into a chair, one leg bent up beneath him, the other with a guitar perched on it. He picks a frantic bluegrass tune. Clementine is out at a radio interview and a private industry party. Gwen helped her get ready with shaking hands, then took a very cold shower.

“No, really, what on earth are you wearing?”

Gwen smooths her hands down the robe she found in one of the spa-like bathrooms. “Oh, this old thing?” It’s gorgeous raw silk, likely cost upwards of eight hundred dollars and, on her tiny frame, looks like a beautiful, magnificent tent. Gwen waggles her eyebrows at Flora on her phone screen. “Are you into it?”

Flora purses her lips, and Gwen wants to kiss her. The dream flashes into her head again, how Clementine kissed Flora, how she kissed Gwen. After a cold shower and another nap, during which she dreamed about nothing at all, she still can’t shake it.

“It kind of looks like that muumuu my Nona wears. You know the one,” Flora finally says.

Gwen frowns as she picks at the robe. It does kind of look like that garishly bright muumuu Flora’s grandmother wears in the mornings. “So... it’s not doing anything for you?”

Flora laughs. She’s in the kitchen, backlit by her sunny garden, where the last blooms of summer still hang on in the rapidly cooling transition to fall. In this light her hair is highlighted deep golden red, and her eyes are warm amber.

“I miss you,” Gwen says. It’s true, regardless of what her subconscious may have to say about it.

“I was surprised you didn’t call right away.” Flora shifts her phone from one hand to the other; the lag makes her face blur and freeze for a second.

“I kinda crashed. Jet lag, didn’t sleep much on the plane.” That’s mostly true. “Oh, and Clementine’s room is insane. Like luxurious to a truly ridiculous and unnecessary degree.”

“So, like Vegas?”

Oh, her sweet Flora, who likes the simple, gentle pleasures of life: a long hike on a spring day, waterfalls, the perfect tomato growing in her garden, a cozy fire and a good book. She’s down-to-earth and mellow, yet married to Gwen for some crazy reason.

Speaking of a cozy fire. “Flora, look. The fire is remote controlled.” Gwen presses a button on the remote that’s resting on the side table, and the fire magically roars to life from the black stones. She clicks it back off. Flares it up once more. “Wacky, right?”

Grady’s plucky bluegrass song comes to an abrupt stop, and Gwen watches as he stands, finds the remote, and begins to flip through channels on the TV, which is as large as a mattress and nearly as thin as a sliver of onion skin.

“That’s great,” Flora says. “Hey listen, I need some input on the nursery.

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