All The Way. Beverly Bird

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      For a moment Liv just stood, watching him. How could a man be so beautiful? He made something ache inside her. Most of it was loving him, but part of it was pure appreciation. Even in repose, one arm tossed back over his head, the other dangling over the edge of the sofa, he looked as arrogant and magnificent as the hawk his mother’s family was named for. Liv went to kneel on the floor beside him. She kissed his mouth to wake him.

      “You look just like those ancestors you used to talk about all the time when we were kids,” she murmured. “You look like a warrior.”

      “Maybe a dead warrior.” He sat up. “I was out cold, wasn’t I?”

      Liv chuckled. “Well, that’s one way to pass the time until you could see me again.”

      His eyes narrowed on her as she stood. “That is the ugliest outfit I’ve ever seen.”

      She cocked a hip. “Then get me out of it.”

      Her gasp turned to laughter when he leaped off the sofa, caught her about the waist and tossed her over his shoulder. A moment later they were in the bedroom, and the pieces of her uniform were strewn all over the floor. And finally, as her hands flew over his skin and she arched up to press herself against him, her nerves were gone and the only thing that ached for him was her body.

      When they were spent and wrapped around each other, Liv decided to tell him about the baby now, right now, while her heart was still thudding from their lovemaking. They were so close, skin to skin, heart to heart. It was perfect.

      “Hunter.”

      “Hmmm.” His fingers played absently with her hair. “Hey, you cut it.”

      She frowned, impatient. “I do that every fall. Listen to me. There’s something—”

      “I know,” he interrupted. “The thing I started to tell you about at the bar. You sidetracked me with all that white frou-frou there under your skirt.”

      Liv set her teeth. “They’re petticoats.”

      “They’re still ugly.”

      “Well, I’m not wearing them now, so—”

      “Come here.” She’d started to sit up, but he pulled her close again. “There really is something important I need to tell you.”

      Okay, Liv thought. He could go first. “Spill.” She laid her cheek against his chest.

      “I’m heading for California tomorrow.”

      For a moment she lay perfectly still. She wasn’t sure she could move. “What’s so different about that? Louisiana, New Mexico, Maine…now California. You’re always heading somewhere.”

      “I have a chance there, Livie, a great chance. I met some guy in Bangor. He’s got a garage in Anaheim.”

      “A garage?”

      “Stock cars.”

      “What’s a stock car?”

      “Pared-down, fast-as-lightning, zoom around the race track.”

      “Zoom,” Liv repeated.

      “Livie, I was talking to him. He thinks I have the right stuff. This could be the one thing I’ve always wanted to do.”

      “Chasing alligators was the one thing you always wanted to do.”

      “This is different. I can’t explain it.”

      “Try.”

      He was quiet for a very long time. “From the time I could walk, people were always putting me somewhere. My parents couldn’t stay together. I lived with relative after relative while they tried to sort out their own mess, until I acted up enough and the auntie or uncle of the week would call them home. You know that.”

      She nodded against his body, back in his arms again, waiting, praying…for something, some word that would make all this right.

      “My father always said I was trying to kill myself.”

      She knew that, too.

      “When they finally broke up for good, when Mom stayed on the Navajo res and Dad went back to Tuba City, she sent me with him because I was too much of a handful. Then he sent me right back for the same reason.”

      “Hunter,” she said, exasperated. “You went eagle-hunting, fell down a cliff, lay there with a broken leg for three days while the whole town frantically combed the mesas looking for you. Then you practically crawled home on your hands and knees and the Feds arrested you for poaching. You were a handful.”

      “I was just looking for…I don’t know, something that made me feel right.”

      Tell me it’s me.

      “I sort of feel that way when I’m driving. Complete.”

      Her heart couldn’t have fallen to her feet any quicker if she had been standing. “This guy let you drive a race car in Bangor?”

      “No, no. I gave him a ride home from a bar. But there was nearly an accident and I avoided it and he liked what he saw.”

      Liv was quiet for a long time. “You’re not coming home, then.”

      “Livie, you’re my home. Wherever you are. That’s all I need.”

      But I need more. She punched his shoulder as she sat up. “Home is a place you go to each night to lay your head on your pillow!”

      “I lay my head on dreams of you.”

      “That’s not enough!”

      “I want you to come with me this time. Can you?”

      Her heart staggered. “Where?”

      “I just told you. To California. You can find a resort to work at there.” He sat up slowly, watching her, looking both sad and confused again, maybe even a little angry. “Babe, you’re really off the wall tonight.”

      He didn’t understand.

      It hit her then, in all its enormity. She was probably pregnant. And he was going to run off to California tomorrow to try his hand at racing cars. When that failed, it would be something else. God help her, it would always be something else.

      She wasn’t—had never been—enough to hold him in one place. Whatever it was that he was looking for to make him feel complete…it wasn’t in her arms.

      She drove her hands into her hair. She slid out of bed, shaking. “I can’t do this.”

      “Do what?”

      Raise a child like this, while you chase the wind.

      This time she didn’t say it aloud. She snatched her bathrobe off the hook on the back СКАЧАТЬ