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decent shape, considering his age and job-obsessed lifestyle.
“Here.” Lance slapped the bar of soap in the doc’s hand. He pointed at the corner of the porch where rainwater poured from the broken edge of the rainspout. “Enjoy a shower courtesy of Mother Nature.”
Careful not to tear the bandage off his neck, Lance pulled his own shirt off and went to the other corner of the porch. Cass followed him, running her hands through her butchered hair.
They stood under the flow of water, filling their mouths and shooting streams of it at each other. Lance lathered shampoo in her hair, smiling as she tilted her head into his kneading fingers. She did the same for him, letting the cool rain clean them better than the Allegheny River had the week before.
“Let’s get the soap from—”
Lance cut himself off when he saw Eifort and Brown embracing each other by the far end of the house. “Damn. Good for you, Doc.”
Cass gave him a small shove. “Let’s go around the back, give them a little privacy.”
They walked around the side of the house, their toes squishing in the softening yard. Lightning arched across the sky, the ground rumbling as thunder followed.
“This feels right,” Lance said as they found another overflowing gutter.
“Not too bad.”
“If only we weren’t so close to the city.”
“There will be other places. Better places.”
“I hope so.”
They stood in the rain for another twenty minutes before going inside the farmhouse through the back door. They used towels found in a linen closet to dry off as they waited for the storm to ease. Cass’ blonde hair stuck up in random places, giving her a disheveled, yet stylish, appearance that almost looked planned.
An old, dinged piano sat in the corner of the dining room. Cass sat on the bench, blowing dust from the faded keys.
“You play the piano too?”
“It’s been a lot of years.” She placed her fingers on the ivories and took a deep breath.
Für Elise , slightly out of key from the old piano, filled the room.
Lance leaned against the wall and watched as her hands moved along with a grace that surprised him. Her talents continued to rear themselves at random times, making Lance thankful once again that he’d found her.
She played for a minute or so before stopping and cocking an eyebrow in his direction.
“This thing hasn’t been tuned in decades.”
“I think it sounds great. Play something else.”
“Any requests?”
“Something fun.”
She thought about it for a moment before giving him a sly smile.
The Cheers theme song came to life, making him roar with laughter. Eifort and Brown came in the front door as she finished playing.
“Was that Cheers ? Damn, I loved that show.” Brown stood in the kitchen, using one of the towels Lance had put on the table for them.
Eifort’s face was flushed, though Lance couldn’t tell if it was from embarrassment or excitement. He decided not to torment her and acted as if he hadn’t seen them kissing in the rain.
“One of the all-time greats. Apparently, Cassie can play the piano.”
“Lance, I swear to God—”
“There you go again, calling me by my real name.”
They bantered for a while, enjoying the back and forth even though they both pretended to be annoyed with one another. Cass took requests to play on the piano as the storm raged on outside.
At noon, they sat around the kitchen table and ate soup and sardines they found on shelves in the unfinished basement. The intensity of the rain only increased as the day wore on.
“Maybe we should stay here the night,” Eifort said through a mouthful of canned fish. “The roads might be flooding.”
They all agreed that another night in the house wouldn’t be a bad idea.
The rain continued for two more days, keeping them at the farm longer than they’d planned. No one complained however, as they enjoyed the setting. They sat on the porch, eating and resting,
“Here.” Lance slapped the bar of soap in the doc’s hand. He pointed at the corner of the porch where rainwater poured from the broken edge of the rainspout. “Enjoy a shower courtesy of Mother Nature.”
Careful not to tear the bandage off his neck, Lance pulled his own shirt off and went to the other corner of the porch. Cass followed him, running her hands through her butchered hair.
They stood under the flow of water, filling their mouths and shooting streams of it at each other. Lance lathered shampoo in her hair, smiling as she tilted her head into his kneading fingers. She did the same for him, letting the cool rain clean them better than the Allegheny River had the week before.
“Let’s get the soap from—”
Lance cut himself off when he saw Eifort and Brown embracing each other by the far end of the house. “Damn. Good for you, Doc.”
Cass gave him a small shove. “Let’s go around the back, give them a little privacy.”
They walked around the side of the house, their toes squishing in the softening yard. Lightning arched across the sky, the ground rumbling as thunder followed.
“This feels right,” Lance said as they found another overflowing gutter.
“Not too bad.”
“If only we weren’t so close to the city.”
“There will be other places. Better places.”
“I hope so.”
They stood in the rain for another twenty minutes before going inside the farmhouse through the back door. They used towels found in a linen closet to dry off as they waited for the storm to ease. Cass’ blonde hair stuck up in random places, giving her a disheveled, yet stylish, appearance that almost looked planned.
An old, dinged piano sat in the corner of the dining room. Cass sat on the bench, blowing dust from the faded keys.
“You play the piano too?”
“It’s been a lot of years.” She placed her fingers on the ivories and took a deep breath.
Für Elise , slightly out of key from the old piano, filled the room.
Lance leaned against the wall and watched as her hands moved along with a grace that surprised him. Her talents continued to rear themselves at random times, making Lance thankful once again that he’d found her.
She played for a minute or so before stopping and cocking an eyebrow in his direction.
“This thing hasn’t been tuned in decades.”
“I think it sounds great. Play something else.”
“Any requests?”
“Something fun.”
She thought about it for a moment before giving him a sly smile.
The Cheers theme song came to life, making him roar with laughter. Eifort and Brown came in the front door as she finished playing.
“Was that Cheers ? Damn, I loved that show.” Brown stood in the kitchen, using one of the towels Lance had put on the table for them.
Eifort’s face was flushed, though Lance couldn’t tell if it was from embarrassment or excitement. He decided not to torment her and acted as if he hadn’t seen them kissing in the rain.
“One of the all-time greats. Apparently, Cassie can play the piano.”
“Lance, I swear to God—”
“There you go again, calling me by my real name.”
They bantered for a while, enjoying the back and forth even though they both pretended to be annoyed with one another. Cass took requests to play on the piano as the storm raged on outside.
At noon, they sat around the kitchen table and ate soup and sardines they found on shelves in the unfinished basement. The intensity of the rain only increased as the day wore on.
“Maybe we should stay here the night,” Eifort said through a mouthful of canned fish. “The roads might be flooding.”
They all agreed that another night in the house wouldn’t be a bad idea.
The rain continued for two more days, keeping them at the farm longer than they’d planned. No one complained however, as they enjoyed the setting. They sat on the porch, eating and resting,
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