The Demon's Riddle by Brown Jessica

Author:Brown, Jessica [Brown, Jessica]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2013-11-30T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 10

My Solo

She could almost anticipate the vocal buzz that would follow and the words and thoughts that would dominate the conversations. There would be gossip about this, she thought to herself ruefully, and it was only a matter of time before some aspect of all this would get back to her father. There would be an inquisition about this, she knew that already, and Kerry felt her stomach clench at the thought of that confrontation.

But then she was with Cavanaugh, walking down the stairs, and somehow Kerry relaxed, without knowing quite how that happened. There was something about being in his presence that was magical for her, and she reveled in it, wondering if it could even shield her from her father's impending wrath. She said nothing as they came to the door, and Cavanaugh pushed on it gently, opening it almost effortlessly, which was a wonder to Kerry given how heavy she knew it was.

As he held the door open for her, he spoke, softly. "So...your solo."

"Yes...my solo," Kerry repeated, as if she were an automaton, even though that was the last thing she felt like.

"You're curious about it," he added, his tone matter of fact.

"Slightly," she replied, the word coming out instinctively.

"Slightly." He smiled as the door closed, making a noise like thunder.

Kerry giggled, hopping down the stairs ahead of him. "Ok," she started, "maybe more than slightly."

"Ah...I thought so."

After that was silence, and a very pregnant silence at that, as they walked down the church sidewalk. Kerry wondered exactly where they were going, and then she remembered that she hadn't seen his motorcycle.

"Where is it?" she blurted out, before realizing that he would have no idea what she was talking about.

"I beg your pardon?" He turned to her, his eyebrows arched slightly.

"The motorcycle," Kerry said simply, glad it was dark so her fierce blushing wouldn't be quite as obvious, even though she suspected it was to him.

"Ah," he said, pointing to where the sidewalk broke off to the left, in parallel with the church. He smiled again, that damn piercing, penetrating smile. "You'd like to walk with me?"

Kerry snorted. "I'd like to know what you're doing with me," she stammered. "With all this."

"All what?" he asked, the eyebrows lifting again.

"You know exactly what, Mr. Cavanaugh," she stated, her voice soft but fierce. "The music. The solo. All of it."

"You already know that," he said, striding toward the bike.

"I do?"

"Of course."

"Why don't you tell me then?" she asked, totally frustrated. "Because I'm totally lost right now."

"No you're not," he said as he mounted the bike, managing to make the awkward motion of leg over seat look smooth and athletically natural. She watched, transfixed, carefully measuring the arc of his leg as it swung over the seat."You know exactly where you are."

Kerry almost blurted out "I do?" again, then realized how much that would make her sound like a blithering idiot. Cavanaugh waited, seemingly enjoying her awkwardness, then finally decided to rescue her.

"You're here. With me." He gripped

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