Chasing Shade. Sommer Marsden
Chapter 3
‘What if I’m an axe murderer?’ he asked, finishing off his first egg in a big bite.
‘You don’t look like one,’ Betsey said.
He was teasing her. It did strange things to her insides. It had been a long time since a man had flirted with her or teased her. Well, that wasn’t entirely true. It had been a long time since a man whom she welcomed advances from had done any of those things. Mostly it was guys she considered like a brother or an uncle or a dad. But this man…she’d noticed him before he’d even come in and she couldn’t quite help noticing him over and over again. Every time she turned away and then looked back, her stomach did that strange dropping thing that was both exhilarating and terrifying.
‘Maybe I’m one too. One axe murderer would have nothing to fear from another, now would she? Clearly if I can wield an axe I can take you.’
‘I like the sound of you taking me,’ he said softly.
When her face coloured, she put her hands to her cheeks. ‘Wow –’
‘Sorry, sorry,’ he said. ‘But touché. What time do you get off your shift, Bets–’
‘Betsey, Jesus Christ, order up! Flirt on your own time.’
She turned even hotter and brighter red, she could tell. ‘I get off in an hour. Sorry. I have to –’
He waved her off and she fled, grateful that he couldn’t see her face any more. She was fairly certain it was somewhere around the colour of Santa’s suit.
When she got close to the order window, Tony leaned in and growled, ‘Knock it off.’
She gulped and grabbed her plate from the steel shelf. At the last second Tony’s hand shot out and he held her in place. ‘But you could do worse, kid. I think we’d all like to see you go out on a date.’
That was worse than him barking at her. His encouragement tinged with a touch of pity. This pseudo-family she’d managed to create for herself was wonderful and full of life and…nosy as hell.
‘OK. I mean yes. I –’
‘You haven’t had a date in ages…’ He was about to go on, she could tell.
‘I haven’t found a nice guy, Tony,’ she sighed. ‘Now let me get my order out before it comes back to you for being cold.’
He released her immediately because nothing stuck in Tony’s craw worse than food being returned.
She hustled to the man who’d ordered the fried chicken plate and delivered his food. Her eyes, traitorous things that they were, kept wanting to dart over and check out Archie. When she did let them wander in his general direction he was still polishing off his number one breakfast. And watching her, of course.
A sharp burst of electric attraction rattled her bones and she hoped no one could see how shamelessly interested she was. It had been ages since her last date, because either men seemed to not fit into her life or they saw her – once they realised who she was – as a sideshow freak. An attraction to be shown to the world. She didn’t need that. She’d rather be alone.
She found herself watching him again, not even realising it, as she wiped down the deserted end of the counter. Everyone was taken care of and she just needed to clean up and pray for no new diners before her shift ended.
He waved her over and Betsey went, half afraid he’d just tell her to stop staring, it’s creepy.
‘Do you need a takeout box?’ she asked.
He waved a hand at his now empty plate – but for fruit – and laughed. ‘Not really.’
‘You were supposed to save some of that, weren’t you?’ She couldn’t help but smile.
‘I was. But I didn’t.’
‘Did you need more coffee?’
‘Sure. And water? And just to say hi.’
The last bit set her body buzzing. Betsey trapped her tongue between her teeth and tried to keep a sharp focus. ‘Hi.’
‘Did you know there’s a dead woodchuck out there on Main Street?’
‘Woodchuck?’ She glanced at Tony. He sighed, waved his spatula and made a placating motion with his hands. All intricate pantomime for ‘sit down, for God’s sake’.
She sat.
Archie smiled at her. It did strange things to her insides all over again.
‘It was actually, I’m fairly certain, a hairpiece. A weave.’
Betsey put her head in her hands and started laughing. ‘Oh, my God. There are way more of those things around here than you’d believe. Bus stop, roads, lawns! I find them all the time at the trailer park.’
‘So this place – what’s it called?’ He pointed outside and actually ate one of the wrinkled grapes off his plate.
‘Turner’s Corner.’
‘Turner’s Corner.’ He nodded. ‘Which is Deep Creek Adjacent. It’s just a place for old weaves to die?’
‘Seems to be.’ She spun a spoon on the table. Round and round and round again just to distract herself from thinking about how nice it was to be sitting here. How good it felt to joke with someone.
‘Is the trailer park far from here?’
‘Not really. About a mile. I usually walk unless someone –’ She cut herself off, realising what she was about to say would sound like a hint. ‘I usually walk.’
‘It’s cold today,’ he said. Then he peeked under the table and she felt her body grow unbearably hot, as if she were being baked from the inside. Yet Betsey didn’t move a muscle because if she did it could be construed as…what? Entrapment? Wooing? Something!
His handsome head came back up and she swallowed hard. It was torture, this flirting stuff. She’d forgotten just how much. ‘You’re wearing stockings.’
‘I have to,’ she said.
‘That’s gotta be cold.’
‘It can be.’ The spoon went round and round and round.
‘I can give you a ride. Since you’re taking me to your place and I’m going to try and become gainfully employed. Is that OK with you?’
‘Yeah. It is.’
Tony banged that bell. She started. There wasn’t an order that Betsey knew of. ‘Be right back,’ she said. She snagged his plate by the edge. ‘All done?’
Archie grabbed the fruit from the edge. Three small orange smiles and the rest of his sad green grapes. ‘Now I am.’
‘You really must be hungry,’ she said and laughed.
Tony had called her up to tell her to beat it early. She hadn’t even bothered giving him perfunctory arguments. She’d simply said her goodbyes, clocked out and grabbed her bag. Tony had then stopped her for one more small thing before she hurried back to Archie’s table. The hurrying part worried her. It meant she was way more interested in this guy than she wanted to admit. And just in a matter of less than an hour.
She didn’t believe in instant attraction. She didn’t believe in much, she realised.
‘Ready?’
Archie looked at his watch. ‘Early.’
‘They took pity. Let me go early since it’s dead. The breakfast–lunch rush was more of a breakfast–lunch trickle today.’
‘What’s that?’ He stood and grabbed his jacket. When he swung it on his Henley rose up just a hair. Just enough for Betsey to catch sight of a small slice of nice flat stomach. Just a touch of dark hair. The treasure