The Dex-Files Part 4

She replied, "Are you?"

I nodded. She didn't. It then occurred to me that I had no clue what her d.a.m.n name was. She never offered it up. I didn't know anything about her.

This could have all been a trap. They might have known I was coming here. I don't know how, but maybe they saw the Highlander from a distance. Maybe trespa.s.sers were a weekly occurrence. Maybe they lured ghost-hunters here and then robbed them. Or raped them. I'd probably let little miss doe eyes do the honors, but I had no idea how strong her uncle was.

She dropped her eyes from mine and looked at the window. The only easy way of escape.

But if she was thinking of running, that meant she was afraid. It meant she didn't know who, or what, was upstairs.

And if they didn't come with her...they were already here.

I leaned into her and smelled something like a fresh breeze radiating from her neck. It took me a moment to find my tongue, find the words to say, "Are you one hundred percent sure that no one else came with you here?"

I wanted to pull away for her response but that energy, that smell, kept my nose and mouth locked near her neck for just a few more seconds.

EVEN DEEPER.

"Oh come on, just shoot the freaking zombie already!" Matt or Tony yelled at me. I couldn't tell which one. They both looked the same and sounded the same deafening.

I'd been playing video games with Perry's cousins for the last hour while she checked her emails and we waited for night to fall. My zombie-hunting "skills" seemed just as useless as my ghost-hunting skills and the noises and the graphics were f.u.c.king up my equilibrium. I mean, s.h.i.+t. After what went down in the car, running into that psycho, Dame Edna lady again, I was surprised it took me this long to realize everything was doing my head in. I had enough.

"That's it," I said, throwing my controller down on the couch and getting up. "I've died for the last time."

The twins made a noise in unison. It sounded like false disappointment. It was eerie.

Then they continued playing like I had never even been there. Also eerie.

And nerdy.

I made my way over the kitchen and started to pull out my notebook from my overnight bag. It still smelled like apple pie here, the one that Perry managed to bake earlier. What possessed her to try baking was beyond my cloudy brain. Just one more thing to scribble down on my mental notepad headlined PERRY and sorted: things I needed to get to the bottom of.

It was good too. Not the best thing I've tasted in my life, but it was good considering she ran-domly cooked it in her uncle's place. I couldn't even remember the last time I had homemade apple pie. Had I ever? The only time I could think of was the G.o.d awful Christmases with Jenn and her white-a.s.s rich folks, and if I knew them, they probably ordered those pies from some epicurean pie catalogue for old farts.

But the thing is, it wasn't so much what it tasted like but what it smelled like. The d.a.m.n pie smelled like home to me. But apple pie didn't exist in my f.u.c.ked-up youth, and if it had, it wasn't at the hands of my mother. Perhaps a nanny had baked every now and then. I don't know, I didn't care to remember that s.h.i.+t. That whole period was blocked out for very good reasons.

But the smell still stirred up memories that never could have existed. It felt...like, warm. Good. Honest. How the h.e.l.l did those things belong in my life?

I looked at Perry as she came into the kitchen and sat down at the table across from me. Her face was anxious, like she was having another battle inside that head of hers. There was something about her that stirred up the same feelings. Maybe this had nothing to do with apple pie at all. Maybe it's that she made it, and when she handed over that first slice and met my eyes, I could see she made it for me. And no one had ever made me anything.

Naturally, I wasn't about to tell her that. It was r.e.t.a.r.ded, actually, to even think this funny little girl thought of me more than some crazy mustached f.u.c.ker in her uncle's kitchen. She just met me. She didn't know me. And if she thought she did, she was mistaking me for someone else. Some-one who didn't hide medication in a hollowed-out book.

I kept my mouth shut and began to write an overview of the day. I still managed to watch her at the same time, watch her debating whether to tell me something or not. A glint of something gleamed in her blue eyes. It was almost...hot. Was she thinking something naughty? I found myself s.h.i.+fting uncomfortably in the chair.

"So," she said, her voice high and self-conscious. "A local ghost hunter's club in Salem was hoping I could come aboard their team and perhaps show them around the lighthouse.

The...f.u.c.k? I stopped writing, trying to process what she was saying. Compet.i.tion? Already? I knew I should have f.u.c.king got her to sign a contract. I knew I was being a f.u.c.ktard by just trusting that she'd stick with me and not go to someone else with this f.u.c.king access, someone who actually knew what they were doing. All that s.h.i.+t we said to each other in the car, all the things I said that didn't mean s.h.i.+t, did it? f.u.c.k I was a fool.

I cleared my throat and tried to sound casual. "And?"

She shrugged. "I haven't gotten back to them."

How considerate, I wanted to say but I shut my mouth. This was not the time to fly off the handle. I knew I wasn't thinking straight lately, especially today, I knew I was predisposed to say s.h.i.+t I didn't mean, h.e.l.l, s.h.i.+t I didn't even think. I couldn't f.u.c.k everything up now, not when we were so close.

"Well, you can do whatever you want to do," I lied through my teeth. "You're a free agent. We haven't signed anything."

Cuz I'm a d.i.c.k-grabbing monkey, that's why.

My cell phone rang, preventing me from saying anything else ridiculous. It was Jenn but I was grateful for any distraction.

"Hey babe," I said.

"Dex?" Jenn's voice sounded tinny through the poor reception. "Sorry to bug you on your little adventure but Cynthia and Reece wanted to have a girl's night out and..."

She droned on but I had quit listening and was watching Perry again. Her nose twitched (how cute was that?) and a faint flush of red crept up her neck and onto the side of her face. She straight-ened up in her seat as soon as she noticed me looking but it didn't stop the girl from looking like she'd rather be in a million other places than sitting here in front of me. I hoped she wasn't seriously thinking about that p.u.s.s.y ghost hunting club. Who the f.u.c.k decides to form one of those?

"....and I know you won't be home till late, but I won't be there until probably much later. Is that OK?"

"Yeah, that's fine."

"You sure?" Jenn asked and from her tone I knew she didn't give a f.u.c.k if I said it wasn't. She'd still go out, as she always did. I didn't even know why she was calling to ask. Maybe she wanted to check up on me.

"Seriously, I don't mind. Go do whatever it is you girls do."

After I told her I'd be home in the morning now, I hung up the phone and decided to jump right back into it.

"OK, where were we?" I said out loud. What did we need to know for tonight?

"She doesn't mind you staying another night?" Perry asked.

I raised my brow. Odd question. Why did she care?

"No," I said, not wanting to talk about how pathetic our relations.h.i.+p truly was. I let my gaze fall to the window where the wind was shaking the trees loose. I breathed in and let that smell of home bring my heart rate down a notch.

"Do you have anymore pie?"

"There's a slice or two I put back in the fridge..." she said, as if she wasn't sure.

"Would you mind getting me a piece of pie?" I asked. I wanted to see if she'd do it. And if she'd hand it to me again with that look in her eyes. I needed that look right now. I sensed some changes inside, the wiring coming loose and needing a good cauterizing. My thoughts were get-ting lost.

She tried to look annoyed but she failed at it big time. Cuz she still got out of her chair and walked over to the fridge. She opened the door and had to bend over in front of me to get a bottle of milk. My G.o.d she had one h.e.l.l of an a.s.s. Not too big that your d.i.c.k would get lost but just big enough to get a good, meaty hold of and squeeze and smack and come until the cows came home.

I must have been pretty obvious in my leering. Wasn't I trying to impress her, not creep her out?

"Were you staring at my a.s.s?" she said. She sounded surprised but she was glaring at me, so I had no idea what the f.u.c.k she was thinking. Did she like the idea? Was she going to tell her mafia uncle to pour cement in my shoes and chuck me out in the Pacific?

"Yes," I told her. Why lie? I'd put on the cement shoes if I had to. I've done worse for a woman.

She made some exasperated sound and shook her head. But she still came back with a piece of pie. She was beet red now and avoiding my eyes. Maybe she liked my attention after all.

"Obviously, I'll need a napkin too," I told her. Pus.h.i.+ng b.u.t.tons, pus.h.i.+ng b.u.t.tons.

"Obviously," she muttered and she tossed one to me. I took it with all the grace of a dandy and folded it in my s.h.i.+rt pocket. I was a gentleman over everything. An a.s.s-appreciating gentleman. We are the finest kind of man. I should open my own a.s.s-appreciating gentleman's club one day.

I shoved the pie in my face (pie-appreciating gentleman that I am) and noticed she wasn't having any. To think of it, she hadn't had any earlier either. That's probably why I thought she baked it for me...she certainly didn't bake the desert for herself.

Oh no, don't tell me she's one of those self-conscious girls who have absolutely no reason to be self-conscious. I eyed her full b.r.e.a.s.t.s and couldn't fathom why she'd want to diet.

"You're not having anything?" I asked, pointing my fork at her in an accusatory fas.h.i.+on, hoping she'd prove me wrong.

"I don't like pie," was her stupid answer.

I laughed and a piece of pie shot out. "You don't like pie? What kind of person doesn't like pie?"

I poked her with the fork to make sure she was still real. "You can't be trusted."

She took a swipe at the fork, looking annoyed. "You're the one with the fork."

Without thinking, I reached over for her hand and opened it, soft and warm. I placed the fork in it and gently closed her fingers over it.

"Now you have the fork," I said softly and sat back in my chair. She stared down at the fork, thinking. I stared down at the paper. Thinking. Sometimes you came across women who had every-thing going for them...looks, personality, smarts, and they had NO f.u.c.king idea what they were worth. How amazing and beautiful, they were, how they oozed s.e.x and secrets. Then you had those women who knew they had what you wanted and used it. Repeatedly. Just to get what they wanted. It was an unbalanced universe.

Now I could see that Perry was the former. She did look self-conscious and unsure of herself at every turn. She was always pulling down her s.h.i.+rt or tugging up her jeans, or keeping her chin as far away from her neck as possible. She'd cover up her b.r.e.a.s.t.s with heavy jackets and boxy s.h.i.+rts, like they were something to be hidden. The girl was f.u.c.king nuts and for all the wrong reasons. It made me feel strangely helpless.

"I just want you to enjoy all the pies in life, Perry," I said, gazing at her, trying to get her shy eyes to meet mine. "That's all."

I wondered if she'd let me try.

BIG DUMB s.e.x.

It was nearly five in the morning when I finally pulled the car into the garage. I had been so close to taking out a few trees and road signs on the drive up from Portland that I started blaring s.h.i.+tty pop music with the windows down, just so the disgust and cold would keep me awake.

It worked. I didn't crash the car though as I staggered over to the elevator with my duffel bag in tow, I kinda wished I had. I had Rebecca Black in my head, a fate worse than death.

My plan was to enter the apartment as quietly as possible. If luck was on my side I'd be able to sneak inside without waking up Jenn and I could put off facing her until a reasonable hour, until I had ten cups of black coffee and a few sneaked cigarettes.

Lady Luck, that saucy b.i.t.c.h, was not on my side. As soon as my keys started to jangle in the hole, the door flung open and there she was. And, as I thought, she was ready to kill me.

Yeah, the thing is even though I spoke to her earlier in the day when I was at Perry's uncle's and told her I'd be coming home in the morning, even though she said she didn't care and that she was going out with her bimbo posse anyway, I knew she'd be mad. I just knew it. And I was right. I was always f.u.c.king right.

"Hey babe," I said quietly, trying to flash her a smile she once thought was charming.

She narrowed her eyes and didn't let me in.

"It's the middle of the night," she hissed.

"I can see that," I said and blinked at her hair. It was in a wild fro on top of her head, her face was without a lick of makeup. She did look gorgeous but she also looked evil. It was the heat seething from her eyes. "Are you going to let me in or shall I sleep out in the hall? There's a cozy spot in the stairwell, I discovered that the last time you "

"Last time I what?" she asked carefully. She raised her chin and eyed me down.

Last time you got totally jealous because I was hanging around some girl. Even though it was Rebecca. Even though she's a lesbian.

"Las time we had disagreements," I said. I put my hand up on the door and pushed it in a few inches. "Please. Babe. I've had a rough day."

"Where the h.e.l.l have you been?" she asked though she stepped away and let me in.

I walked in and tossed my bag on the couch.

"I told you earlier. You called me, remember?"

She folded her arms across her chest and tried to stifle a yawn. "I thought you'd wait until morning. Maybe have some respect for my beauty sleep. It's Wine Babes, not Wine Hags, you know."

Boy, did I ever.

"Perry had to get home, she works in the morning," I explained, my voice hesitating only slightly. I watched her reaction and wondered what ground I was treading on tonight.

Her eyes flashed like lightening, almost too quick to see. Then the mask of indifference slid on her features and she looked at me with a perfectly blank expression.

"Who is Perry?"

She wasn't fooling anyone but I let her play her game.

"You know, the girl with the lighthouse." As if Perry wasn't the sole reason Jenn had called me earlier.

"Girl?"

I shrugged. "Yeah, girl. She's like twenty or something."

White heat erupted from her gaze. I'd forgotten that the younger another woman was, the worse things got.

For me.

I sighed and turned away from my glowering girlfriend, ready for bed, ready to turn off my brain. I had bigger things to worry about than Jenn. I mean, f.u.c.k, the lighthouse actually f.u.c.king exploded. It exploded! I had nearly died tonight. We both nearly did and it would have been on my conscious if anything had happened to Perry. I spent the whole drive home trying not to think about it, trying not to think about what I thought I saw. What I couldn't have seen.

"Dex?" Jenn asked, her voice breaking into my thoughts before they foundered. I felt her hand on my shoulder, her grip firm and warm. "Are you OK?"

I turned my head slightly and spied her out of the corner of my eye.

"I'm just tired. It's nothing. I'm hitting the sack."

I started to step forward when her grip tightened on my shoulder and held me back.

"Dex," she said again, using my name in a deliberate way. There was warmth to it, enough to make me realize she was...what was this? Concern about me? My heart lurched around in my chest. Tricky little b.a.s.t.a.r.d.

I turned to face her and her hands immediately went to my waist. With hooded eyes she took her delicate, long fingers and started stroking back and forth along the waistband, teasing my skin.

I knew those moves all too well. Did she care or did she just want to get laid?

f.u.c.k, why did I even bother thinking? I didn't care either.