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KIM BALDWIN. she stumbled to the door and threw the bolt
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she stumbled to the door and threw the bolt.
Her brother Stewart stood there holding a cardboard tray with two large Styrofoam cups and a paper bag.
“Morning,” he said, grinning as he pushed by her and headed to the kitchen. “I brought bagels. Baked this morning. I know you can’t get them up here. And you look like shit, by the way.”
“What are you doing here, Stewart?”
“I’ve been trying to call you for a week, and you’re never home.”
He sat at the table and took the bagels and cream cheese out of the bag.
“I thought I might have acted a bit…well, insensitive when you called me.”
Gable got plates and knives and sat opposite him. “I check my machine every day. I haven’t had any messages from you.” Stewart passed her one of the coffees. “And I just got out of bed, how do you expect me to look?”
“Like you got some sleep. Which I seriously doubt from the look of those impressive bags under your eyes. And I never left a message.
I wanted to talk to you.”
“What about? Has something happened?”
“That’s what I want to know. What’s happening with Erin?”
“You drove all the way up here to ask me that?”
“No. Yes. Well, I came up to see how you were doing. I hadn’t heard from you for a few days, and I knew you were having a hard time. Just wanted to see if you needed a shoulder to cry on or wanted to bend my ear for a while. I won’t make fun of your feelings this time, I promise.”
“That’s very sweet. But I can handle this.”
“So you say. Then why aren’t you sleeping?”
“Who said I’m not sleeping?”
He gave her a look she knew well, that told her he didn’t believe a word she was saying.
“All right. So it’s taking me a while to get okay with this. It’s gotten a little more complicated.” Gable sipped her coffee. “Erin is dating a guy at the F re station.”
Stewart gave her a sympathetic frown. “Sorry, honey. I know that must be tough, seeing her with somebody else.”
“Not just tough. Almost impossible.” She leaned back in her chair and ran her hand through her hair. “Tomorrow is the big picnic at the F rehouse. I just know it’s going to be more of the same. Erin and Tim
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will both be there.” She let out a big sigh. “I keep thinking I should put some distance between us for a while. I just can’t seem to get over feeling the way I do when I’m around her so much. It’s only making it harder. Maybe with some time apart we can just be friends and I can handle that.”
“Have you got any time off coming? I can take a few days and we can go camping or kayaking or something.”
Gable shook her head. “I used it up when I went down to see you after the tornadoes. And I probably shouldn’t be doing anything too strenuous. I pulled a muscle in my back yesterday.” She stretched, testing it. Still sore, but better. “Getting away isn’t a bad idea, though.
Maybe we can go somewhere next weekend?”
“Cool. Just let me know,” Stewart said. He leaned across the table and put his hand on her arm. “You just have to give it time, sis. And try to keep your mind occupied. That’s the best remedy I know.”
Stewart did his best to help her do just that until he left for home early that evening. They spent the day together, hanging out and watching TV, and he kept up an endless chatter about family and work in an effort to keep her mind distracted. None of it really helped much.
Erin invaded her thoughts at every turn. Gable felt powerless to stop the constant f urry of images and sensations from the massage the night before: Erin’s F ngers skimming along the edge of her breasts, the top of her ass. The way she looked in the soft amber glow of the candlelight.
Gable knew she had to try to bury her attraction for Erin if she was to ever keep her as a friend. But her mind and body simply refused to obey. Erin made her feel alive. How could she willingly give that up?
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