Rolling in the Deep by Arthur Kevin Rein

Author:Arthur Kevin Rein [Rein, Kevin, Arthur]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781948598583
Publisher: Open Books
Published: 2022-12-15T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Mission: Jeanie Blue

Thursday Evening, June 20

Erin and I escaped bar duty a little after nine p.m. Exiting the front door, we walked to the garage where I retrieved my newly revived Schwinn and a banana-seat Huffy wonder from my father’s adolescence. I stood them by the garage and asked Erin to watch them for a couple minutes while I ran in the house. “Then we’re off. Anyone asks, we’re going for a bike ride.”

I ran inside, ripped off the khaki shorts and put on two pairs of jean shorts and a couple of old, dark t-shirts. I stepped into a tattered pair of tennis shoes and grabbed another pair to take along.

Back outside, I found Kevin talking to Erin. She said, “Your brother thinks we’re going to need bug spray.”

In less than an hour, we’d be traipsing through a wetland in the middle of July. Kevin was absolutely right. I stepped into the garage and grabbed a can of repellant and the extra bag of clothes I had stashed there.

Erin and I got on the bikes and peddled past the pool then took a left onto the road leading to the Vedder place. Max had moved his boat to their pier. They weren’t due up until tomorrow, so there was more privacy. We went down the driveway, past the cabin to the pier where Max was waiting, arms crossed, his backside resting against the captain’s chair of the boat.

Erin hopped off the Schwinn and handed it to Max.

“Ok, junior, you’re next.” He extended a hand and the banana was onboard, too. “What’s with all the long-sleeve shirts?”

I threw him the bag of clothes and said they were for afterward. I pulled a t-shirt out of the bag and handed it to Erin. “You can’t wear that nice blouse where we’re going.”

Erin took the shirt and eyed it up and down. “Really?”

I said, “Don’t give it the stink eye. It’s clean.” I said the white cover-up she was wearing was too easy to spot at night and would get filthy anyways.

“Don’t worry,” Max said. “He has an endless supply of wearable crap.”

She flicked her hand, grabbed the bottom of her top, and began pulling it over her head.

Max and I cried, “Whoa!”

“We can turn, you know,” I said.

Her arms dropped. “I have a swimming suit on.” Max and I were still stunned. “Underneath.” The blouse came off, the shirt went on.

The same was true of her white short shorts. They had to go. I gave her a pair of my cut-offs. Even the smaller pair was way too big but they covered her suit well enough.

“Enough wardrobe. We gotta move,” Max said. “It’s almost dark.” Max’s phone chimed. He took it off the dash and looked at the text. “It’s from Diane. She’s having a beer with Steve at Tonto’s. She’ll text me if there’s any change.” He threw the phone back on the dash.

I gave him the thumbs up but worried about “borrowing” Nic’s bike for the night, but not for long.

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