Read Warming Trend Online

Authors: Karin Kallmaker

Tags: #Climatic Changes, #Key West (Fla.), #Contemporary, #Alaska, #General, #Romance, #(v4.0), #Lesbians, #Women Scientists, #Fiction, #Lesbian, #Ice Fields - Alaska

Warming Trend (27 page)

Eve remembered some of the calls vividly. One woman had tried to book her again, a year later, acting as if she hadn’t called Eve a “lezzie.” Eve had politely declined the business. “I didn’t realize you knew. It blew over.”

“Because I left.”

She had a point. Without Ani to vilify, the scandal had been supplanted by something else, and people forgot Eve had been Ani’s girlfriend. “Okay, I can admit that. I expected you to call. I thought you’d…send me a card, something. I had to guess that you meant me to keep Tonk.”

Ani’s mouth twisted bitterly. “As Lisa would probably say, entrusting certain messages to Monica was not my finest hour.”

Eve shook her head. “No, she didn’t say anything.” She closed her eyes, remembering. “And I don’t want to talk about her.”

“I thought I ruined your life. When you told me not to tell you anything more, you said ‘how could you’ and I thought you couldn’t stand the sight of me.”

“I thought you were being like Cyndy. I’m sorry I ran away. I came back. Hang on.” Eve left the table and hurried to the garage. As she returned, she said, “You forgot something when you got your stuff.”

She handed Ani the phone in its box. It was a banal symbol of her attempt to apologize, but wasn’t life full of ordinary gestures that meant so much more?

Ani put the box on the table, blinking. “You’d bought me a phone?”

“I figured…” Eve cleared her throat. “It made more sense than flowers or a card or diamonds or any of that stuff that’s supposed to say you’re sorry.”

“That’s about as romantic as a set of spatulas,” Ani said with a lopsided smile.

Eve knew the tears in her eyes showed, but she, too, found a smile. “Unless it’s just the right spatula to make brownies for a picnic.”

“Do you feel like…like we failed a test? Like it took a little bitty speed bump to make us doubt each other?”

“And how much could we have cared when so little pried us apart?” Eve nodded. “But, honey, if you’d called me after a few days, if we’d talked—”

“I know, but people still would have left you hate messages, and you couldn’t run away too, your whole life was here.”

What did her fear and pride matter, Eve thought. She owed both of them the truth, if only to let the past go. “I would have. I would have gone with you. You didn’t give me the chance to prove it.”

The skin around Ani’s eyes had gone translucent. She looked bruised and wafer-thin. “I’m so sorry. About everything. About not giving you the chance. About running away. I could hardly make myself go, so how could I force you to go, too? I’ve done nothing with my life but—” Her voice cracked and she swallowed convulsively.

Eve waited. She’d run away before when her feelings had been too intense and scary. This was the same choice, and this time she would sit quietly and wait. Something in her chest was banging against her ribs—probably her heart, but it felt so unreal.

“You’ve gone on with your life,” Ani finally said, her voice strained. “You got the restaurant you always wanted. All I’ve done with my days and nights is miss you. I missed you every minute I would let myself think of you. I missed home, and you were home to me.”

Find your courage, Eve told herself. She closed her eyes, hardly believing she was risking so much sitting at her kitchen table, as if this was any ordinary cup of coffee on any ordinary day. “What do you want to do now?”

“You mean right now?”

“Yes, and…next. Find the notebook if it’s there and then what?” Try as she might, Eve couldn’t find the courage to ask,
Will you leave me again?

Ani knew what Eve’s question meant. She had given herself so little hope, but every little hope she’d had so far had been answered. She was talking to Eve. Eve didn’t hate her. Eve was listening. Eve’s eyes were full of blue light and Ani didn’t want to stop falling into them.

She didn’t have any hopes she dared express, not about the future. There was the past and there was now, right now. “Next I don’t know about. I don’t know what I’ll do if the notebook is there, or if it isn’t. I can’t think about tomorrow. But right now I want to hold you, and remember how good my life used to be.”

After a moment, Eve extended her hands across the table. “Right now I can’t get over the past. I’m afraid…”

Ani curled her fingers around Eve’s, surprised to find them cold, and quickly said, “I won’t hurt you again, I promise.”

Eve made a strangled sound. “You can’t promise that.”

“I can, Eve. I won’t hurt you again.”

Eve’s fingers tightened convulsively around Ani’s. The blue in her eyes was as if the sun had gone behind the clouds. “I’m afraid, Ani, because now that you’re here it’s going to hurt me all over again if—when you go. When you go.”

“If I stay?”

“Can you stay? What about the job in Norway?”

Ani’s lips twitched. “If I find the notebook I’m thinking that job might not be there. But even if I went—I couldn’t ask you to go too. Give up your business, which is doing well, I take it?”

“Very well. All I ever wanted.” Eve’s lips curved into a tremulous smile. “All I ever wanted that wasn’t you.”

Ani studied their entwined fingers for a moment. “I’m having trouble thinking things through. There’s so many what-ifs. But I’m thinking that we can’t start over. We can’t pick up where we left off, though it feels like that’s what we’re doing.”

She saw her words leech the color from Eve’s cheeks. “Then why are you here right now?”

Ani took a deep breath. What was the point of hope if she didn’t give it a chance? She’d lost three years, but the idea of losing any more time with Eve for want of words was a mistake she wouldn’t repeat. “I want to start anew.”

The color came back to Eve’s face. Her eyes lost the shadows and all at once Ani saw the humor again, and the easy, warm light. “I have deviled eggs in the fridge.”

Not letting go of Eve’s hands, Ani got to her feet, and pulled Eve up with her. “Maybe later.”

“This is foolishness,” Eve whispered and Ani pulled her close. “We’ve settled nothing.”

“I guess not,” Ani said. She inhaled the sweet scent of Eve, and felt warm way down in the river of ice where her heart had been hiding. She rocked Eve in her arms, needing no music. “All I know is that this is the most right I’ve felt since I left.”

Eve made a noise that Ani couldn’t decipher, then gently pushed her away. The humor was gone and she was surprised to see tears. “I need some time, Ani. I built some really good walls, and I promised myself I wouldn’t be a fool again. And now you walk in here, and you put your arms around me, and it feels like the very next day to my heart and I want you to stay and I want you to go.”

Ani did what she had so badly wanted to do yesterday. She wiped away Eve’s tears with her thumbs, studying the upturned face. They could kiss, they could even make love, but when they stopped, they’d be right back here with too many what-ifs. She didn’t want to be with Eve and all their doubts. It didn’t matter that her mouth ached to taste Eve again, and a low throb had settled in her pelvis. Parts of her, frozen for years, were definitely thawed.

Eve was shaking her head. “That’s not fair.”

“What isn’t?”

“You being so you.”

“I’m not asking you to forget what I did, Eve.”

“I know. And so far I can’t.” She trapped Ani’s hands with her own, drawing them slowly downward.

Ani held her breath, not knowing what Eve intended, but whatever it was, it was where Ani was going. She felt Eve hesitate, knew she would find Eve’s breasts swollen and responsive—they were both breathing heavy. But Eve pulled Ani close again, wrapping her arms tight.

“I want to.” Eve’s voice was strained with a pulse that Ani vividly remembered. “I know it will wipe the slate clean. But if you have to go again, I don’t know that I’ll ever get over it. So I think it will be easier to get over a few hugs than…finding out all over again how we can be together.”

“I understand,” Ani said. Just yesterday, one hug had been enough. She had thought she had what she wanted. Once again, she knew it for a lie—she didn’t have all that she could dream. Well, for now they’d be grownups, and she owed Eve the least harm possible.

She fetched her boots, thanked Eve for the coffee. She knew she sounded formal and stiff, but she was hoping to hide that she was just a few heartbeats away from begging Eve to touch her again. She’d felt warm, and now that was fading.

“We’re back midday Sunday. Do you want to know what we found?”

“Yes.” Eve’s voice was gentle, but it held new distance.

“Shall I call you?”

“Yes, please.”

Ani turned at the door, catching Eve looking at her hungrily, her face showing everything that Ani felt. Screw it, Ani thought. She pulled Eve close and kissed her, hard. Kissed her with three years of banked need. Kissed her again, more gently, and again, full of confidence that she remembered the caress that left Eve breathless.

“Ani, please,” Eve whispered against her mouth. “Please.”

“Please what?” She nuzzled Eve’s lower lip.

“Please go.”

Cold water wouldn’t have shocked her more. Ani blindly found the door, and was outside in the rental before she could even breathe.

She backed down the driveway and gunned the tires in the gravel, but it didn’t do anything for the pulse between her legs, much less the voices in her head.

“You blew it,” the voices all agreed. “You blew it.”

* * *

What did you just do? Eve leaned against the closed door, listening to the sound of Ani’s car fading into the distance. You could have at least had one last night in her arms, and at least known it was to be the last. What’s the point of denying yourself that?

At the moment, her body heavy with the kind of desire she’d forgotten was real, she didn’t know what the point had been in sending Ani away. Maybe it was just too much like something in some women’s movie—a kiss fixes it all. Well, a kiss didn’t erase three years, and a kiss certainly didn’t change the fact that Ani was probably going to leave.

All Ani’s kisses did was leave her sodden, with clothes that suddenly felt two sizes too tight, and a mouth bruised and seared by the heat of Ani’s lips. Oh, and there was that part about wanting the clothes off, and her mouth worshipping every bit of Ani that she could. Behind her closed eyes she could see them coiled on the bed, skin glistening, and in her ears was the echo of her own cries as Ani moved on top of her and rediscovered the places she’d claimed before.

No, Ani’s kisses didn’t mean much. Eve lay face down on the sofa for a long while, sometimes feeling virtuous and in control of herself, and other times consumed with wanton desires that had all her inner cheerleaders applauding the fact that Eve Cambra was
alive
again.

Alive and alone with her virtuous common sense—yeah, sure, that was living. She didn’t want to get hurt again and so she’d taken steps to prevent it. It was like having a fire extinguisher in the kitchen, sane and rational and safe. Well, she’d never had a fire in the kitchen that matched the one she felt burning along the nape of her neck at the memory of the times Ani had nuzzled there.

She made herself work on the books, counting on inflows and outgoes to provide some libido-freezing magic. The price of milk was out of control. Rice was up ten percent in the last six months, but couscous was level. She did not want Ani to kiss her again, and decide for them. In September there would still be fresh pears, and she had a source of avocados for about three weeks. She could do Mexican salads and entrees. And she couldn’t feel Ani pressing her down, onto the bed, overwhelming that stupid voice of common sense. Guacamole, what a treat.

Finally, in a frenzied dance of denial-capitulation, she called Tan, hung up. Then called her again.

“Sorry,” Eve said. “Yes, that was me. The line was funny, so I called back.” Lies, all lies.

“No worries,” Tan said. “Have you changed your mind? Did you see Ani?”

“I did, and we talked and she doesn’t know but I guess, yes, I’ll go. I mean…if I can get my chef settled, I’ll go. But I won’t know for sure until tomorrow morning, so please don’t tell Ani. I don’t want her to be disappointed. I…could you tell me where you’ll be?”

“We’ve got a helicopter booked for eleven a.m. I was hoping you’d come and I packed rations for you. I’ll drop back in the morning and make sure we’ve got shelter and a backpack for you. Bringing Tonk?”

“If I can make it, yes, I’ll bring Tonk. He’ll love it.” That’s right, all about making Tonk happy. Nothing to do with the pulse she couldn’t ignore and the tremulous hope that was building in her heart.

“Well, how about this? Why don’t I stop in at the Dragonfly around nine thirty and collect Tonk either way?”

“Oh.” Eve debated for only a moment. “Yes, that’s great. Ani will love having him with her. And by then I should know if I can join you.” Eve knew that it would take nothing short of Neeka not showing up to keep her from going on the expedition at this point, but she wasn’t admitting that, least of all to herself.

Her common sense had gone so far out the door that after she hung up, she called Neeka’s cell phone.

Neeka sounded weary, but confirmed she’d be back. “We’re just an hour from home. It was quite a whirlwind, boss, but I’m a respectable married lady again.”

“That’s wonderful.” Eve really was pleased for her. “Are you sure you want to come back to work tomorrow?”

“I have to.” Eve heard John muttering something, then the sounds of Neeka’s sons’ raucous laughter flowed through the phone. “If I don’t John won’t go to work either and that would be bad for the orchard. If you get my meaning.”

Everyone in their car apparently got her meaning and Eve grinned into the phone. “I understand. Then I’ll see you in the morning. Bennie is set to help out, too, and I was thinking I might take the weekend off, as you suggested.”

“You do that—you deserve it. You’ve got nothing to worry about, especially if I have that diva with a knife helping me.”

It was an apt description of Bennie, and Eve quickly called him just to be sure he wouldn’t mind working with Neeka. He was fine, everybody was fine, there was no reason not to go.

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