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As we idled through Salome , Orion pointed out landmarks. We ate a pleasant lunch at the café and Orion told me colorful stories about Salome’s most famous resident.
“Dick Wick Hall?” I laughed. “Was that his real name?”
Orion swallowed a piece of hamburger. “Maybe, maybe not.”
“Orion isn’t your real first name, is it? Crest’s was Adam. He told me once.”
He shrugged. “It’s the only name I have that fucking matters.”
“So what is your name?”
Orion Jackson took another big bite from his greasy hamburger and winked at me good naturedly.
“Fine,” I laughed. “Keep your secrets.” I started digging into my own food. “So what of this guy, Mr. Hall?”
“Ah, Mr. Hall. College Girl, you would appreciate Mr. Hall. Operated a lonely gas station out here in the 1920s when the road to California was nothing but wooden board planks snaking through the desert. He would pepper the road with these crazy billboards so that by the time people made it out here they couldn’t wait to visit the Laughing Gas Station. He was also a writer who advertised his town by publishing a newspaper full of colorful local crap. Aging gunslingers, confused tourists and a pet frog who couldn’t swim on account of living in a place with no water. It’s pretty funny shit, actually. Before we leave we can hunt down a copy for you to add to your library.”
I watched Orion as he spoke with an almost boyish enthusiasm. It was the most I’d heard him say at once since I’d arrived on his doorstep. He was engaging and spoke intelligently, all the while with a mischievous glint in his blue eyes so that you never knew exactly what was going on in there. It was how I remembered him from a long time ago.
When I leaned across the table and kissed him quickly on the lips he blinked and stared at me in sudden silence.
“What?” I raised my eyebrows. “I can’t kiss my, ah…wait, what do I call you, anyway?”
He teased me. “Call me Orion like you always do. And I’ll call you Kira like I always do.”
I got it . There was no use for labels. I remembered Rachel warning me not to throw words like ‘love’ around.
Was I in love with Orion Jackson? Was I just grateful to him? Or did I only lust after him so much I had to fight the urge to jump on him in the middle of a sun-filled restaurant?
Perhaps, I mused to myself, the answer to all three questions was yes.
Orion watched me as I played with my food. He waited for me to speak again but I only smiled at him and slid my leg between his underneath the table.
If he could keep secrets, then so could I.
Chapter Nine
Casper was waiting with a grim expression which caused Orion to curb the bike to a short stop. Casper looked him in the eye and nodded, not acknowledging me at all.
Orion removed his sunglasses .
“ All right,” he said in a tone which could only be described as lethal.
I climbed off the bike, nursing the lonely feeling that an entire conversation was occurring between the two men as they quietly regarded one another. I clutched the book of Dick Wick Hall’s collected writings to my chest and d ecided I didn’t need to be there.
“I’ll be in the house,” I said.
Orion didn’t even look at me. As I glanced back I saw how he leaned in to talk to Casper in a low voice which didn’t carry at all.
“Club shit,” I muttered and retreated inside.
It was hours before I saw Orion again. I took advantage of the time to give the kitchen a thorough scrubbing. As I was tending to the grimed grout between the counter tiles, one of the other men wandered in and began rooting around in the freezer. Underneath the wooly growth of his beard he gave me a shy look. I tried to remember his name.
Brandon.
“Sorry,” I mumbled. “I don’t mean to be in your way.”
“You’re not ,” he said mildly, cracking open a can and
As we idled through Salome , Orion pointed out landmarks. We ate a pleasant lunch at the café and Orion told me colorful stories about Salome’s most famous resident.
“Dick Wick Hall?” I laughed. “Was that his real name?”
Orion swallowed a piece of hamburger. “Maybe, maybe not.”
“Orion isn’t your real first name, is it? Crest’s was Adam. He told me once.”
He shrugged. “It’s the only name I have that fucking matters.”
“So what is your name?”
Orion Jackson took another big bite from his greasy hamburger and winked at me good naturedly.
“Fine,” I laughed. “Keep your secrets.” I started digging into my own food. “So what of this guy, Mr. Hall?”
“Ah, Mr. Hall. College Girl, you would appreciate Mr. Hall. Operated a lonely gas station out here in the 1920s when the road to California was nothing but wooden board planks snaking through the desert. He would pepper the road with these crazy billboards so that by the time people made it out here they couldn’t wait to visit the Laughing Gas Station. He was also a writer who advertised his town by publishing a newspaper full of colorful local crap. Aging gunslingers, confused tourists and a pet frog who couldn’t swim on account of living in a place with no water. It’s pretty funny shit, actually. Before we leave we can hunt down a copy for you to add to your library.”
I watched Orion as he spoke with an almost boyish enthusiasm. It was the most I’d heard him say at once since I’d arrived on his doorstep. He was engaging and spoke intelligently, all the while with a mischievous glint in his blue eyes so that you never knew exactly what was going on in there. It was how I remembered him from a long time ago.
When I leaned across the table and kissed him quickly on the lips he blinked and stared at me in sudden silence.
“What?” I raised my eyebrows. “I can’t kiss my, ah…wait, what do I call you, anyway?”
He teased me. “Call me Orion like you always do. And I’ll call you Kira like I always do.”
I got it . There was no use for labels. I remembered Rachel warning me not to throw words like ‘love’ around.
Was I in love with Orion Jackson? Was I just grateful to him? Or did I only lust after him so much I had to fight the urge to jump on him in the middle of a sun-filled restaurant?
Perhaps, I mused to myself, the answer to all three questions was yes.
Orion watched me as I played with my food. He waited for me to speak again but I only smiled at him and slid my leg between his underneath the table.
If he could keep secrets, then so could I.
Chapter Nine
Casper was waiting with a grim expression which caused Orion to curb the bike to a short stop. Casper looked him in the eye and nodded, not acknowledging me at all.
Orion removed his sunglasses .
“ All right,” he said in a tone which could only be described as lethal.
I climbed off the bike, nursing the lonely feeling that an entire conversation was occurring between the two men as they quietly regarded one another. I clutched the book of Dick Wick Hall’s collected writings to my chest and d ecided I didn’t need to be there.
“I’ll be in the house,” I said.
Orion didn’t even look at me. As I glanced back I saw how he leaned in to talk to Casper in a low voice which didn’t carry at all.
“Club shit,” I muttered and retreated inside.
It was hours before I saw Orion again. I took advantage of the time to give the kitchen a thorough scrubbing. As I was tending to the grimed grout between the counter tiles, one of the other men wandered in and began rooting around in the freezer. Underneath the wooly growth of his beard he gave me a shy look. I tried to remember his name.
Brandon.
“Sorry,” I mumbled. “I don’t mean to be in your way.”
“You’re not ,” he said mildly, cracking open a can and
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