Talking to Trees by Joanna MacOwl

Author:Joanna MacOwl
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
ISBN: 9781466366107
Publisher: Joanna MacOwl
Published: 2011-10-28T05:00:00+00:00

The next morning, Dana opened her eyes and saw that Hannah was awake, or getting there, with her head resting on her arm. Hannah turned and faced her. She reached under the sheet and brushed Dana’s arm. She slid her hand up and down her side, and over the length of her back. They smiled and kissed and reached for each other again.

Later, Dana made a pot of strong coffee while Hannah showered and dressed. They stood at the door of the hotel room by eight o’clock. Dana noticed that she’d had her hair cut since the party and it came to her shoulders now, natural brown with red highlights, and straighter. She was slightly taller than Dana, and had big brown eyes and great skin. Dana would gladly stand at the door all day and kiss her.

“If you don’t call me, I’ll call you,” Hannah said as she reached for the doorknob.

“I might be leaving this weekend,” Dana said, “but I still have your card. I’ll call you if I stay.”

“I hope you don’t leave. Call me either way, so I know.” Hannah kissed her once more.

After she left, Dana searched through her bag for Advil. She washed two down with coffee and lounged on the bed for a while before she showered, dressed, and packed. She stopped at the library for a few hours before she headed north to Fern. She came up with some ideas for the section she was working on and she pulled over once to make some quick notes.

She thought about Liz and how she stayed strong in spite of how she felt. Dana hadn’t made a firm decision yet, but she was leaning toward staying. She had to talk to Carla first, and maybe they could all get together.

She caught herself smiling when she thought about her night with Hannah. They’d had a good time at the club, and a spectacular time in the hotel room.

She played a classical piano CD. By four o’clock she reached the town center and she glanced down Jadestone Lane. Carla’s truck wasn’t there.

As she turned left onto Broomstick she was struck by dread in her gut that radiated like an electric current.

Carla’s truck wasn’t parked at her house, either.

She sped across the bridge and stopped on the road next to the cabin. She ran inside, grabbed her necklace from her nightstand drawer, and threw the chain over her head.

She sprinted back to her car and floored it up the hill.

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