her out.
It was funny, really. The only one who shouldn’t have paid her
any attention was the one who did. The Killer had been the complete opposite of
his boxing nickname.
He had been gentle, thoughtful, and caring. He had been the only
one in this unfeeling town to give her aid and comfort. He had been worried
about her, ready to take her to the hospital. Fed her and driven her back to
her hotel. It was more than her family would do for her.
He was good looking as well as gentle. And yet a fighter. A man
among men.
She decided she liked the Killer very much. She wanted to go
back to him rather than to her smelly hotel. She stopped, realizing that her
wandering feet had taken her right up to his hotel.
This was ridiculous. She looked around for a bus stop, saw one
down the street and walked over to the crosswalk. The light changed and she
walked across, then over to the bus stop. There were two men already there who
looked like they hadn’t bathed for a week and Stormy walked past the stop and
waited a few feet further on.
It looked like she was going to be lucky. A bus was coming, so
she wasn’t going to have to stand there for an hour. The two men climbed on and
she stepped toward the door, pulling out her fare as she did so.
A car drove around the parked bus, cut in sharply, and honked.
It was blaring enough to cut through her concentration. Someone didn’t want to
miss the bus.
The car’s door swung open and Kyle slid out.
“Stormy,” he called, waving with his hand for her to come with
him.
She could have kissed him. Her spirits soared as she stepped
past the bus and hurried to join him.
“How did you see me?” she asked, as she slid into the passenger
seat. “I was standing behind the bus shelter.”
He pulled the car away so the bus could move, then glanced over
at her. “I was coming up the other side. You crossed the street in front of me.
Actually two cars in front, but I saw you, had to find a place to turn around,
which is why I didn’t get to you sooner.”
“Thanks for the lift. I’m headed back to my hotel.”
“Have you had supper?”
“No.” And she wouldn’t have, unless...
“Join me?”
“Of course. Except...”
“Yes?”
“I only have enough money for my hotel room tomorrow night. I
can’t pay—”
“I didn’t expect you to.” He smiled at her and she smiled back,
so very happy to see him.
“So how are things going?”
“Terrible until you came along. You are like a lifebuoy to a
drowning sailor. I was so discouraged, I was beginning to doubt myself.”
“Why?”
“No one will listen. Except you.”
“Have you asked Jerry why he insists on the fight?”
“Yes. But he won’t answer. He just tells me to leave it alone. I
don’t know why he won’t talk to me. He’s never shut me out this way before. He
keeps telling me to go home.”
“Which is interesting in itself. I’d tell you to take a week’s
vacation and enjoy Las Vegas. To stay for the match and go home afterwards.”
She shook her head, not understanding this change in her
brother.
“How long had you been with him before the phone call from the
doctor?”
“Six days. When I finished getting my M.A., I took two weeks and
visited my girl friends in Seattle. Ellen, Angie, and Jennel. They’re all
married now. Jennel just had her second baby, a darling boy, so I went to the
baby shower and stayed in town so I could visit. Angie’s expecting. She just
found out. And Ellen has a one year old boy.”
“So you had a good visit.”
“Yes. It was fun to have most of our original group back
together.” She sighed. “I got back to Idaho during Jerry’s last week of
training there. Everything looked like it was on schedule. Jerry might not have
known until I found out. I might have overheard the doctor telling him for the
first time. I don’t know.”
Kyle pulled the car up to a very posh-looking restaurant.
“Oh, Kyle, I’m not dressed for a place like this.” She looked
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