Clear Water by Amy Lane

Author:Amy Lane [Lane, Amy]
Language: eng
Format: epub

FLY BAIT came back with his gigantic Oreo shake and a hamburger with mushrooms and cheese on it, just like he liked ’em, and handed him his food without comment. Patrick took it from her and then watched as she scurried into her own room, and looked at Whiskey unhappily.

“Did I totally offend her?”

Whiskey looked up and then looked in the direction Fly Bait had just vanished. She’d brought him a chicken sandwich, and he bit off some, chewed, and swallowed before he answered.

“Probably not,” he said, wiping his mouth on his shoulder. “She just tries to make it a policy to keep her distance—I think she’s just discovered that she gives a shit about you, and that scares her.”

Patrick raised his eyebrows. “Hunh. Who knew?” Then he raised his voice and pitched it so she could hear it through the door. “I like you too, Fly Bait!”

“Fuck you, Patrick!”

Patrick actually heard it then—the affection Whiskey had talked about but that Patrick had thought was a myth. He smiled, took a big drink of his shake, and went back to recording Whiskey’s numbers, thinking happily of Oreos and vanilla ice cream in every bite.

Around four o’clock, Fly bait came out of her room looking very un-Fly Bait.

Whiskey let out a low whistle. “Verra nice!” he purred. “Verra, verra naheece!”

Fly Bait heard his praise and flushed. Patrick hadn’t noticed it, but she must have gotten her bird’s nest of hair trimmed when she’d gone to town, because it was cut and layered neatly around her thin, small face. She’d put on a little bit of make-up—enough to bring attention away from her freckles and put it where it belonged, on her wide hazel eyes. And she wasn’t wearing a tank top and cut-offs, either.

“Omigod!” Patrick gasped. “That’s a dress. A summer dress. It’s pretty.” It was too. It was green with an off-white batik sort of pattern, and it wrapped tightly around Fly Bait’s thin body, making her not thin exactly, but more slender and willowy. She had something on her lips that made them shine softly—no color, but shiny and soft and not as grim and compressed as Patrick and Whiskey were used to.

“Fly Bait!” Patrick said in awe. “You’re beautiful. And that’s saying something—I don’t usually notice things with tits.”

Fly Bait looked down at her chest and blushed. “Then you should have noticed me. They’re not exactly out for show.”

Whiskey was over at her side in two seconds, engulfing her in a really big, really comfortable hug. She batted at him with her hands ineffectually but finally gave in. Patrick thought that maybe he wasn’t the only one who had problems with people being nice to them, and that made him feel strangely better.

“You look really beautiful, Freya,” Whiskey said softly, and Patrick was a little bit horrified to see her eyes get really bright.

“Thanks, Wes.”

At that moment (Thank God!), to keep the things from getting maudlin or anything really terrifying, there was the sound of footsteps on the deck of the boat and a call down into the quarters.

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