minute.”
Everything went bright and sharp. Dazzling. Who needed to breathe, she thought, and leaped back into his arms with a force that knocked them both to the ground.
She stopped his heart. He’d have sworn it stopped beating when he’d gone crazy and kissed her. For that instant, it had been like death—and then everything blasted back to life.
Now, somehow, he was rolling with her on the dirt road, over the prickly grass on its edge. He was hard, brutally hard, so when she pressed her hips up, pressed against him, he groaned in pleasure and torment.
“Does it hurt? What does it feel like?” Her words tore on ragged breaths. “Let me feel—”
“Jesus. Don’t.” He gripped her hand and pulled it back from its sudden and fierce exploration. Another minute of that and he knew he’d go off, and embarrass them both.
He pushed back to sit on the old road with his heart knocking between his ears. “What are we doing?”
“You wanted to kiss me.” She sat up with him. Her eyes were huge, deep and dark. “You want more.”
“Look, Lil—”
“So do I. You’re going to be my first.” She smiled as he stared at her. “It’ll be right with you. I’ve been waiting until I knew it’d be right.”
Something, she thought it might be panic, streaked across his face. “That’s not something you can take back once it’s done.”
“You want me. I want you back. We’ll figure it out.” She leaned forward, laid her lips gently, experimentally on his. “I liked the way you kissed me, so we’ll figure it out.”
He shook his head, and the panic turned into a kind of baffled amusement. “I’m supposed to be the one talking you into having sex.”
“You couldn’t talk me into anything if I didn’t want it.”
“That’s for damn sure.”
She smiled again, started to lean her head on his shoulder. And was on her feet in a flash. “Oh, God, look at the sky. Look north.”
It boiled. Coop pushed to his feet to grab her hand. “Let’s get inside.”
“It’s miles off. Miles. It’s going to spawn though. It’s—There!”
The funnel whirled out of the churning mass, twisting its way to the ground like a deadly black finger. “My grandparents.”
“No, it’s miles off, and it’s heading west, heading to Wyoming. We’ve barely even got wind here.”
“They can turn.” As he spoke he saw it simply eat through a line of trees.
“Yeah, but it’s not. It won’t. Look, look, Coop, can you see the rain wall? There’s a rainbow.”
She saw the rainbow, he thought, and he saw the black funnel storming its way across the plains.
He supposed that said something about both of them.
OUTSIDE LIL’S BEDROOM, Jenna took several bracing breaths. The light under the door told her Lil was still up. She’d half hoped that by the time she’d finished stalling, the light would be off.
She knocked, opened the door when Lil called out to come in.
Her daughter sat up in bed, her hair spilling around her shoulders, her face scrubbed for the night, and a thick book in her hands.
“Studying already?”
“It’s on wildlife ecology and management. I want to be ready when I start classes. No, I want to be ahead,” Lil admitted. “A freshman has to be really good to have a chance at any serious fieldwork. So I’m going to be really good. I’m already feeling competitive.”
“Your grandfather was the same. Horseshoes or horse trading, politics or pinochle, he wanted to come in first.” Jenna sat on the side of the bed. So young, she thought, looking at her daughter. Still a baby in so many ways. And yet . . .
“Did you have a good time tonight?”
“Sure. I know a lot of people my age think barn dances are hokey, but they’re fun. It’s nice to see everybody. And I like watching you and Dad dance.”
“The music was good. Gets the feet moving.” She glanced at the open book, saw what looked like some sort of strange algebra. “What in the world is that?”
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