Well, now she knew. She took in a deep breath, filled with heated air and Dar’s scent. It had been as bad, or worse than she’d expected, but knowing, she discovered, was far better than wondering. Knowing, you could deal with, plan for, and defend against. Wondering just kept you unbalanced.

Now she knew the worst, both with her family, and the fall-out from Dar’s actions with the Navy. Looking at the sun, she realized that life did just go on, despite all its problems. Life would go on now. They would go on together.

“Mmph.” Kerry exhaled and wriggled a little in contentment as Dar’s arm tightened around her. Dar had been her anchor through it all, she acknowledged quietly. Like a rock she’d stood there, being a windbreak, something to lean against, and a shelter when it all had gotten to be too much. Kerry opened her eyes again and looked up at her lover in deep affection, almost jump-ing when her eyes met amused blue ones looking back at her.

“Yeah?”

Dar’s eyebrows lifted.

“Didn’t think you were awake,” Kerry said with a sheepish grin. “I was just lying here thinking about how wonderful you are.”

The dark brows lifted even further, giving Dar an almost comical look. She laughed softly and stretched in Kerry’s embrace, arching her back and tensing her muscles before relaxing back onto the bed’s surface.

“Mm…that was like a carnival ride. Can we go again?” Kerry asked.

Dar eyed her with a faint smile. “You’re in a good mood. Feeling better today?”

Kerry nodded. “Yeah. How about you?” She carefully touched Dar’s shoulder, feeling it move under her fingers as Dar experimentally flexed it.

“Eh. Stiff, but not as bad as yesterday.” Dar sounded mildly surprised. “It’s not throbbing anymore.” Another experimental movement yielded the same results. “Cool.”

Kerry smiled and gave her a hug. “Glad to hear that.” She regarded the window. “Looks like the weather got better, too.

Hey, wanna get dressed and go for a walk? I could show you my 166 Melissa Good favorite sledding hill before we take off.”

Dar remembered her last walk in the cold. “All right.” She eyed Kerry. “But you better keep me warm. It looks like the arctic tundra out there. And how about we find some breakfast first? I noticed you didn’t get much off that table last night.”

“I don’t like pate,” Kerry said. “And neither do you. There’re just so many crackers topped with bits of roast beef and horserad-ish I can handle.” Her nose crinkled in distaste. “Besides, I wasn’t really hungry.” A low rumble made her chuckle a little. “I am now.”

“So I hear,” Dar remarked mildly. “C’mon. I may need some help in the shower.”

Kerry grinned. “Now that’s an offer I’ll never refuse.” She paused and laid a hand on Dar’s stomach. “Dar, about work—”

“Shhh.” Dar ruffled her hair. “Don’t think about it. Let’s just get through today and get home.”

Kerry sighed. Well, there wasn’t much she could do about it anyway, was there? Her eyes drifted off a bit. Or was there?

“WHAT DO YOU think?” Kerry spread her arms and indicated her body. She watched the expressions on Dar’s face cascade from quizzical to thoughtful to outright lecherous. “I meant the clothes, honey.” She sighed, blushing at the compliment nevertheless.

“Oh.” Dar laughed. “Hm.” She reviewed her lover’s choices thoughtfully. Kerry wore a long sleeved flannel shirt tucked into her nicely worn jeans, to which she’d added the cute touch of suspenders. She also had on her hiking boots. Dar thought she looked adorable. “Are you deliberately going for the non-WASP look?”

“Well, yeah.” Kerry put her hands on her hips. “Did it work?”

“I think so,” Dar said gravely. “Should I put on my fringed leather vest?”

Kerry’s eyebrows jerked up in pleased surprise. “Did you bring that?”

Dar chuckled. “No. I was joking. Would you settle for leather pants?”

Kerry looked at her suspiciously, then went to her bag and rummaged in it. “Oh.” She lifted the pants out. “You really have some? I never saw these before, Dar. Where did you get them?”

She shook out the soft, burnt caramel colored hide. “Oo…I like.”

“Thank you,” Dar replied. “And you’ve never seen them before because I won’t wear them at home.”

Kerry eyed her. “Too trendy for Miami?”

“No.” Dar took the hide trousers from her. “Too hot. I figured Thicker Than Water 167

I might get a chance to actually put them on up here, so I brought them along. Give me a hand getting into them?”

Kerry happily obliged, tugging the leather up and over Dar’s hips. They fit comfortably, not too snug, and she neatly fastened the buttons and buckled the two criss-crossing leather beltlets that lent a somewhat offbeat touch to them. The leather was broken and butter soft, and she knelt to fasten the straps near Dar’s ankles. “Meant for boots, I see.”

“Mmhm,” Dar said. “I used to have some that went with them.” She buttoned the sleeve on a tightly woven wool shirt in a creamy butter color. “Back in my wilder days.”

Kerry ran her fingers over the smooth leather, then sniffed it.

“I like them. You’re a natural for this stuff.”

Dar’s lips twitched. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“You should.” Kerry placed a kiss on the inside of her leg, just above the knee, then she got to her feet and offered Dar a hand. “Breakfast?”

Dar curled her fingers around Kerry’s and accompanied her to the door. “Listen, Ker, about last night—”

“Doesn’t that sound like a bad romance novel?” Kerry’s lips quirked into a smile. “It’s not over, Dar.” She looked up at her partner. “I’m going to have a look myself. Maybe I have a little insight into where he might have put that stuff. He was my father.”

Dar placed a kiss on the top of her head and just smiled.

MICHAEL HID A smile behind an English muffin as they entered the breakfast room, still holding hands. “Morning, sis.”

“Hi,” Kerry replied, releasing Dar to walk to a seat. “Morning.”

“Oh, Kerrison…” Cynthia looked up from her plate and stopped in mid speech, blinking at her eldest daughter. “Goodness.” She hesitated. “That’s very colorful, dear.”

“Thanks.” Kerry snapped a suspender at her and sat down.

Dar continued around the table and approached the serving board with pointed determination. She evaded the uniformed server and captured two plates, then proceeded to dump what she considered proper amounts of edible items on them appropriate to both her taste and Kerry’s.

“Ma’am,” the server murmured at her anxiously, “I’ll do that for you. In this household, the family prefers service.”

“In my family’s household,” Dar answered in a normal voice,

“they tossed the food down on the floor in bins, and we had to fight for it. Old habits die hard. Excuse me.” She ducked around 168 Melissa Good the woman and headed back towards the table.

Kerry covered her face with one hand, her shoulders shaking.

Cynthia rose to the challenge. “Why, Dar, I didn’t know you had siblings.”

“I don’t.” Dar set Kerry’s plate down, then took the chair next to her. “But we had a dog.”

“Ah.” Cynthia’s brow wrinkled, then she gave a little shake of her head. “At any rate, I’m very glad you chose to join us for breakfast. Did you have additional plans for today, Kerrison?”

“I was going to treat Dar to a walk in the snow.” Kerry finished buttering her muffin and took a bite. “And show her around the property. Then we figured we’d head back to the hotel and pick up M…Dar’s folks.” There was really no sense, she conceded, in stinging her mother with her usual form of address for Andy and Ceci. Not now that things seemed to be improving as far as familial acceptance went, though Kerry admitted that she was probably pushing things a little today. Just to make sure she wasn’t backsliding, she picked up a piece of bacon and bit it in half, then offered the other half to Dar.

“Ah, saved the crispy part for me.” Dar accepted the treat with a snap of white teeth. She crunched the bacon with a slight wink in Kerry’s direction. “Thanks.”

Kerry grinned back, then turned her head and met the bemused looks of her family. Take it or leave it, guys, she projected at them. This is who I am.

“You guys must be fun to watch in restaurants,” Mike commented with a snort. “Do you slurp spaghetti together, too?”

“No,” Dar said blandly. “It gets too messy. We save that for home.”

Angie nearly snorted a piece of melon out of her nose.

“Hey, I bet Richard never did that with you, did he?” Mike asked his younger sister pointedly.

Angie cleared her throat and swallowed. “Definitely not. It took me three dates just to get him to loosen his tie.” She took a sip of juice. “He’s not a romantic like Dar is.”

Round blue eyes pinned her from across the table in outraged shock.

”Yeah, she gets that from her father,” Kerry said blithely.

Cynthia had assumed a noble, serene air, apparently content to let the conversation flow over her unimpeded. “Commander Roberts is a terribly nice man. He has quite a lovely sense of humor.” She had finished her breakfast and she stood, folded her napkin, and left it neatly in place. “I must attend to some business matters. If you wish, Kerrison, after your plans are completed, perhaps you might stay for lunch.”


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Kerry considered the somewhat late time of the morning and nodded. “Sure. Our flight’s not until three.” The funeral service was scheduled for four that afternoon, and the focal point would be at the cemetery, not there at the house. They would be left in peace, at least for a little while.