Waterlocked by Elizabeth Hunter

Author:Elizabeth Hunter
Language: eng
Format: mobi
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ISBN: 9781482597875
Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
Published: 2013-05-22T00:00:00+00:00

“Cassiopeia.”

“Where?”

“Just there, see?” She held out her finger, tracing the jagged line that crossed the northern sky. “The folds of her dress. Back and forth.”

“I liked your wedding dress. Did I tell you that?” They were laying on the deck of the Conquest, spotting constellations. She was far better than he’d thought she’d be, but then, she’d had more than enough time to study. He’d pulled off out every cushion from the boat’s cabin, thrown them into a pile, and pulled her down to lie next to him.

“Thank you, but I didn’t pick my dress out. The designer did.”

He reached over and chuffed her under the chin. “Unsentimental girl, Gem. It’s a good thing there was a photographer there. I’d like a proper picture of you in it.”

“Just make sure we have every negative, Terry. Every single one. Digital files, too.”

“You worry too much. And you’ve already told Mina. She’ll take care of it.” He paused and pointed. “Orion.”

“The hunter. Friend of the moon-goddess.” She pointed again. “Draco.”

“Where?”

“Right there, silly.” She scooted closer. “See? The long snaking—”

“I’ll show you something long and snaking.”

She burst into laughter, bumping her forehead against his shoulder. “So mature.”

“I try. Show me more.”

“Ursa minor. Andromeda.”

“I wasn’t talking about stars, woman.”

“Haha. You have a one track mind. There’s Perseus.”

Terry smiled. “You know them all, don’t you?”

“Yes. And all the stories that go with them. The stars don’t change much. It’s the same sky I saw when I was a human. Odd, really. Everything else changes.” She’d been subdued since he’d risen that night, purposefully keeping their conversations light. They were approaching their home in Spain with every passing night, and Terry hoped he would have enough time.

“Did you ever go to school?”

She shook her head with a frown. “Not as a human. Later of course. Much later. I studied at the Sorbonne shortly before we met. Do you remember? I’d been in Paris. It was because of the university.”

He laughed. “Why?”

She shrugged, looking strangely bashful. “Just because I could, I suppose. Ioan thought I was silly, too. But I liked it. Liked being around all the girls who were so young. So alive. It reminded me of… the past, I suppose. I haven’t been that young or naive in so long.”

“Wise.” He reached over, tracing a finger along the arch of her eyebrow. “My wife is wise. I prefer that to naive.”

“Terry…”

It was working. Slowly but surely, the water was sloughing off the rocky wall she’d built around her heart. He tried not to be impatient.

“Do you remember the first time you kissed me?”

“Right after you’d taken London? Isn’t that the first time you kissed me?”

“You kissed me back. You were exactly what I needed to see that night. Pulled me back from the edge, I think.”

“You were so angry.”

He reached over and picked up her hand, weaving their fingers together. “Angry, yes. Grieving. A bit mad with grief, I think. I lost Francis and my brother in the same night.”

Gemma’s thumb stroked the back of his hand.

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