Fallen Hunter (Jesse McDermitt Series) by Wayne Stinnett

Author:Wayne Stinnett [Stinnett, Wayne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Down Island Press
Published: 2013-12-10T07:00:00+00:00

12

Homeward Bound

I woke to the smell of coffee. At first, I thought I was on the boat. I don’t have an automatic coffee maker in the house. Just a copper bottomed percolator. Then I realized Tina wasn’t in the bed and I smiled. I got up and pulled on my skivvies and walked into the main room, quietly. She was at the counter pouring coffee into two mugs. As I started to walk toward her she said, “About time you got up.”

I stopped, looked over at Pescador and he just lifted his head with a puzzled look, like he couldn’t explain it either.

“I was a Recon Marine,” I said. “There’s no way you heard me.”

“You must have lost your touch,” she said.

I looked at Pescador and he just laid his head back down on the poncho liner, like he’d already discussed it with her. Then she turned around and handed me a cup of coffee and laughed. “Actually, I said the same thing every thirty seconds since I got up.”

“Good to know I hadn’t lost my touch,” I said.

“Oh you haven’t lost your touch,” she said. “That was you last night, wasn’t it? All three times?”

I walked over to the door, opened it and looked back at Pescador as I sipped my coffee.

“I don’t think he wants to go out,” she said. “I already tried.”

I nodded my head at him and he bolted out the door. I turned to Tina and said, “We have a morning ritual. Be right back.”

Pescador ran down the steps and hiked his leg on the banyan tree by the bottom and I pissed over the back rail. Then I went back inside, while he went exploring for ghost crabs on the small beach.

I took Tina in my arms and held her tightly to my chest, stroking her long, dark hair. “Let’s get dressed,” I said. “The sunrise is nearly as spectacular as sunset.”

“I don’t know how that could ever be topped,” she said and went into the bedroom. I followed her, set my coffee on the dresser, then grabbed her and fell into bed. We made love again, slow and easy.

Afterwards, we dressed, then I filled a thermos with coffee and went out to the pier. Pescador was lying in his usual spot. Trent, Charlie, and the kids were sitting next to him, all facing east, as if waiting for the curtain to rise. We sat down next to them, without saying a word. I saw that their coffee mugs were empty, so I took the lid off the thermos and held it out to Trent. He took it and poured for him and his wife and handed it back.

The seven of us looked toward the east and the sky slowly began to turn purple. Within minutes the top portion of the sun peeked up over the horizon and turned the high wispy clouds pink. Suddenly, we heard a voice calling from the middle of the clearing, “Hello! Where is everyone?”

I laughed and called out, “On the pier, Chyrel.

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