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Qui
Audie realized with a start that she was weeping, that a steady flow of silent tears now ran down her face. She swiped at them with the balled-up panty hose and scolded herself for the ridiculous outburst. It had been a long day.
With a deep breath she turned to go, but her heart was having none of it. She looked back and stared. There was joy on that wall. There was life and death and a reason for everything in between. She felt the jealousy stick in her chest like a knife, sending the pain of longing through her.
Damn it, how did her heart become such an empty, awful place? It wasn't right that she felt so disco
She'd always known she was different somehow, but standing here in front of these faces made the truth so obvious it was laughable.
Audie was alone. She always had been.
The tears came in earnest, and she bent her face to the panty hose and let her shoulders shake.
She caught a slight movement out of the corner of her eye and saw Qui
She shook her head and started down the steps, waving her hand dismissively. "I'm fine. I'm sorry for crying."
He pulled out a crisp white handkerchief from his pants pocket and waited for her to reach him. With great gentleness, he dabbed at her tears and then handed her the folded cloth. Qui
"I know we're not the prettiest bunch on earth," he whispered musically, "but I believe you're the first that's been driven to tears at the sight of us."
She laughed a bit and leaned against him, feeling his arm come around her. Qui
"Let's eat, OK, Homey?"
She nodded, still wiping at the tears, as he led her into the kitchen.
It was perhaps the most delicious omelet she'd ever eaten-light but rich with cream cheese, onions, green peppers, and mushrooms. He'd made rye toast, too, and orange juice. The meal raised her blood sugar, and her mood, dramatically.
When they were done, Qui
He enjoyed seeing her turn and spin and pivot on those smooth, uncovered legs. He smiled appreciatively when she bent over to fill the dishwasher. When she stood up, he could see the slight swell of her belly against the snug dress, and he wanted to run his hands across her there. He noticed the bone and muscle move in her ankles and soft-looking feet, and he wanted to put his hands on her there, too.
She turned to him suddenly, holding a small box in her hand. Her dark eyes were huge. "Qui
He winced, then shrugged in defeat. "I'm busted."
Audie let out a delighted laugh as she flipped through the categories. "'Auto,' 'Home Maintenance,' 'Household Organization,' 'Laundry,' 'Stains,' 'Thrifty Tips'…?" Her mouth fell open.
Qui
"It was my mother's." He pulled back just a bit, his eyes moving from her gaze to her fabulously full lips. "She was your biggest fan."
"You mean my mother's biggest fan, don't you?" Audie struggled to raise her wineglass in the narrow space between them and took a sip.
"I've always liked the column, too."
Audie gri
"Damp mopped with two tea bags per quart of water, Qui
He nodded.
"Wow."
"Yeah, my brothers think I'm a freak."
"Well, you are!" She laughed at him, suddenly spi
He shrugged.
"The CDs, too?"
"Yes."
"Could I please look in your freezer?"
"Be my guest."
So what if she was giggling at the sight of his labeled and dated Tupperware containers and freezer bags? He got to stare at her sweet, round butt as she did so.
"Oh, my God!" Audie slammed the freezer door and spun around with her arms flung wide, the laughter pouring out of her. "You're me! I mean, the me I'm supposed to be! Hey, you wa
"Nope." Qui
He put his palm against the small of her back and guided her to the door. She twirled away from him.
"You're always doing that, pushing me somewhere, steering me. Why do you do that?"
He dropped his hand and his eyes flashed at her. "I was being polite and escorting you to the goddamn deck."
She snorted and reached for the door before he could. "After you, Detective," Audie said. As he walked past, she placed her hand on the curve of his back and it was warm and hard-and Audie decided right then that she probably shouldn't have any more wine.
They made themselves comfortable in cushioned patio chairs at an oval cedar table. Audie looked out over a narrow manicured yard glowing under tastefully placed outdoor lights. The weed-free grass was cut short and looked like green velvet, and the entire space was set off with boxwoods and mulch along the fence line.
She sighed in appreciation.
"This is a very cute house, Qui
"About five years now."
"Have you ever been married?"
"Nope. Unless you count Sta
Audie giggled and poured herself some more wine. One more glass wouldn't make her lose her head over Stacey Qui
"I'm living with someone now," he said casually. "Why do you ask?"
Audie put down the wine bottle rather forcefully and blinked at him. "Is she at Ace Hardware stocking up on mulch while you entertain me tonight?"
Qui
"Oh."
"Can I ask you something, Audie?"
"Mmm… " She was taking a nice long draw from her wineglass.
"Why were you crying upstairs?"
She put down her drink and began to remove the bobby pins from her hair, then tossed them in a pile on the table. She raked her fingers through her waves and massaged her scalp, waiting for her emotions to subside.
"I get a little sentimental when I'm hungry and my feet hurt," she finally said.
"I give a mean foot massage." Qui
Qui
He pulled Audie by the hands and guided her to the edge of the table, where she hopped up, letting her feet dangle. Qui
"There. That's better." He placed her feet squarely in his lap.
Audie giggled until she grew accustomed to his touch, then let her eyelids drift down in heavy pleasure. In silence, Qui