Disposition of Remains by Laura T. Emery

Author:Laura T. Emery [Emery, Laura T.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Fiction, Literary, Retail
ISBN: 9781484184301
Google: lWCUnQEACAAJ
Publisher: Createspace
Published: 2013-04-21T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 23

I didn’t know what to do. My heart was beating in my throat, and my face was on fire. I felt like I was glowing from excitement. The previous physical distance between Wilbur and I hadn’t helped to curb my feelings for him one bit. I had been daydreaming of his lips and his hair and trying to reconfigure his face in my mind. And suddenly, there he was, sitting right in front of me in all his masculine splendor.

“I know; I shouldn’t have come, but I really wanted to see you,” Wilbur said softly as he peered at me motionlessly from his spot on the bed.

“Shouldn’t have come?” I replied in astonishment.

Then it hit me; my previous frightening behavior had made the poor man feel as though he wasn’t welcome in his own place. I couldn’t help it; I leaped on top of him and gave him a strangulating hug.

“You’re in Africa!” I cried as I knocked him down onto the bed with the velocity of my leap.

“Yes, I am,” he replied, muffled by my would-be breasts.

“When did you get here?” I asked.

“Just about an hour ago.”

I slid off of his lap, and sat next to him on the bed. My trembling legs were still lying atop his. Our eyes met.

“You know, if you try to escape from me here, you’ll get eaten, right?” Wilbur asked.

“The animals of Africa will finish the job the Arizona ones couldn’t pull off?” I retorted with a smirk, then kissed him despite my better judgment. I completely lost control. My lips had some sort of gravitational pull toward his face every time my eyes met his.

“I have to say, this is not the reaction I expected,” he gasped when we finally came up for air. “Don’t worry, I’m gonna bunk with Edison, so you’ll have lots of space.”

It was for the best, I knew, but how could I evict him from his own place? That was the way I rationalized it, anyway.

“Don’t be silly, there’s plenty of room in here.”

Wilbur paused for a moment before he replied, “All right—if you’re okay with it.”

I looked back at the large mosquito-netted bed and silently debated whether I could trust him—or myself.

Fortunately, Wilbur cut the awkward tension.

“We should be going to dinner,” he said, leading the way toward the door.

We were about to walk out when he grabbed my arm, startling me. I flashed back to my last argument with Evan. I couldn’t even remember what it was about, but Evan had grabbed my arm hard in an attempt to restrain me when I’d tried to walk away from him. I lurched back from Wilbur and shook him off.

“I’m sorry, Stacia,” he said, coupled with a look of alarm. “I was just going to ask you not to tell any of the other guests who I am. I just want to be one of the crowd.”

I felt ridiculous. In reality, he had grabbed my arm quite gently.

“All right,” I agreed, nodding apologetically while considering how different a man Wilbur was from Evan.

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