Besides, she was in no mood for lectures from Shar. He might follow her into the house, but in the forest he would be unavoidable.
Absently, Laurel fiddled with the knotted sash that kept her blossom bound. Her wilting petals didn’t spring up so much as sag out, shifting gradually into place as she walked toward the cabin door with her shirt hiked to the bottom of her ribs. She jiggled her key in the deadbolt — sticky from disuse — and finally managed to make it turn. She had just laid a hand on the doorknob when she heard another vehicle crunch down the long driveway. She glanced around for something she could use as a weapon, then realized if it was anyone hostile, the sentries would handle them.
But when Tamani’s convertible appeared around the bend, a whole new kind of fear set in.
His top was down and he was soaking wet. “Laurel!” he called, springing out of the seat almost before his car stopped rolling.
“No!” Laurel called over the rain, which drummed heavily on the tin roof of the cabin’s small porch. She pressed her back against the door, her hand still tight around the doorknob. “I came here to get away from you!”
Tamani paused at the small wooden gate, his hand resting on the fence post. Then he strode forward, his eyes filled with purpose.
“I don’t want you here,” Laurel said as he drew closer.
“I’m already here,” he said softly. He was just inches away from her, but he didn’t touch her. Didn’t even try. “The question now is whether you want me to leave.”
“I do,” Laurel said, her voice barely loud enough to be heard over the rain.
“Why?”
“You… you make everything confusing,” she said, her emotions overflowing into stinging tears that she swiped at with angry hands.
“I could say the same about you,” Tamani said, his eyes boring into hers.
“So why are you here?”
He lifted his hands and made as if to lay them on her arms, but just before they touched he stopped and let them fall. Then, simply, as though it were all the explanation she could ever need, he said, “Because I love you.”
“You have a funny way of showing it.”
A heavy sigh escaped Tamani’s lips. “Look, not my finest moment, obviously. I was mad. I’m sorry.”
“What about Yuki?”
“Yuki? I—” Tamani frowned, his brow furrowed in thought. Then his eyes widened as realization dawned. “Oh, Laurel, you don’t think—”
“She really likes you.”
“And I would trade every minute I have ever spent with her for one second with you. Every instant I’m with Yuki is an act, a game. I have to find out what she is, what she knows, to keep you safe!”
Laurel swallowed hard. His words sounded like truth. For a moment she pondered whether this truly was all the explanation she ever needed. But she mustered her resolve; he had only answered half of the question she really needed to know. And as he could not read her mind, if she wanted an answer she was going to have to ask.
“Would it hurt you more if I was with David because I loved him, or if I was with David because I wanted to make you jealous?”
“Hurt—?” Tamani started immediately, before the analogy could sink in. Then he stopped and studied her, as they stood beneath the cabin’s porch, the rainfall settling into a steady liquid hiss against rooftop and treetop alike. And though it was the only sound for miles, she couldn’t hear it over the sound of her own ragged breath.
Quietly, almost too quietly to hear, Tamani spoke. “I would never do something just to hurt you.”
“No?” Laurel asked, much louder than Tamani, her voice rising louder with every word as she finally asked the question that felt like it had torn deeper into her every day. “What about at the dance? You were dancing with Yuki and I looked at you. And you turned away and held her closer. Why did you do that? If you didn’t want to hurt me, then why?”
He looked away, as though slapped, but he didn’t look guilty. He looked pained. “I closed my eyes,” he said, his voice so low and strangled she could hardly hear him.
“What?” she asked, not understanding.
Tamani held up a hand and Laurel realized he hadn’t finished — he was having trouble speaking at all. “I closed my eyes,” he repeated after a few shallow breaths, “and imagined she was you.” He looked at her, his face open, his eyes honest, his voice a song of anguish.
Without thinking, Laurel pulled him to her and her mouth met his with a passion, a hunger, she felt powerless to fight. He braced himself against the door frame with both hands, as though he were afraid to touch her. She tasted the sweetness of his mouth, felt the strength of his body against hers. She still had one hand on the doorknob, so she turned it. Their combined weight sent the door flying open and, stumbling backward, her fist tangled in his hair, Laurel pulled Tamani in after her.
Chapter Twenty-Three
THEY REALLY HAD STAYED TOO LONG — IT WOULD BE nearly dark when they got back — but they’d kept finding reasons to stay. To linger in the empty cabin, holding hands, or laughing at memories of Laurel’s childhood, or stealing just one more kiss — one kiss that turned into two, then ten, then twenty. She knew that once they left the cabin, everything would get complicated again. But for those few hours, in the empty house with no electricity, phone, internet, or television, the world was theirs alone.
But they couldn’t keep night from falling. She had considered just staying — she was safe at the cabin, maybe even safer than at home. But though it was Tamani’s job to keep her safe, it was her job to keep her family safe. And she couldn’t do that from fifty miles away. Besides, her parents were probably worried. By the time she had collected herself enough to remember that Tamani had a cell phone, they were in separate cars, headed back to Crescent City.
The drive went much too quickly and soon she was within a few blocks of her house. She looked in her rearview mirror and waved at Tamani as he peeled off and headed to his apartment, watching his taillights until they disappeared. It was only when someone honked behind her that she realized she’d been sitting at a green light.
Stars were peeking out behind the clouds by the time Laurel pulled into her driveway. She was going to be in so much trouble. Her mom’s car was in the garage, though it didn’t look like her dad was home yet. Pocketing her keys, Laurel attempted to sneak into the house and was immediately foiled by her mother sitting in the front room sipping a cup of tea and reading a gardening magazine.
Laurel shut the door behind her. “Um, hi,” Laurel finally said.
Her mom studied her for a minute. “I got an interesting call from the school’s attendance office today.”
Laurel cringed on the inside. She busied herself with loosening her petals from their silken bonds.
“You were absent from all your afternoon classes.”
The speech she’d planned all the way home evaporated. So she remained silent. A single petal came free with her scarf, and Laurel wondered if she would lose them all tonight, or if this one had been jarred loose by the day’s activities.
“And then you walk in after seven o’clock on a school night — with no word whatsoever — and your eyes are sparkling like I haven’t seen them in weeks,” she finished, her voice soft.
“I’m sorry I worried you,” Laurel said, trying to sound sincere while suppressing a smile. Her apology was sincere, but a guilty smile would undermine that.
“I wasn’t worried for long,” her mom said, swinging her legs over the side of the couch. “I’m a quick learner. I went out to the backyard and talked to your sentry friend, Aaron.”