around in the makeshift campground, so he was easy to spot. And he wasn’t alone. Someone else stood just out of sight, hidden behind a light post, and Gregg was not happy with whoever it was. He was throwing his arms around, and pointing, and doing the whole hunched over thing he’d done when he’d threatened me that afternoon.
I stepped into the shadow of another trailer, and pulled Nick into hiding, too, up against a camper. I peered around the corner. “Who is that with him? That’s not his wife. At least, I don’t think it is. It’s hard to tell with that pole in the way.”
“Not really any of our business, is it?”
“That’s got to be the Greggs’ trailer. If you want to call it that.” It was more like a full-fledged RV, you know, the kind for old folks who travel to Florida every winter.
“Not really any of our—”
“—business. I know. You said that before.”
“But sneaking around behind trailers does have its advantages.” He pressed closer to my back, and ran his hands up my sides.
“Nick…”
“What? You weren’t complaining earlier.” He kissed my neck.
I laughed. “Yeah, when we weren’t surrounded by trailers that might or might not contain teenagers. And their parents.”
“Oh. Right.” He gave me one more kiss, then leaned over my shoulder to look toward Mr. Gregg. “Hey, it’s a woman. She moved, so I can see her.”
“And it’s our business now?”
“If I can’t make out with you, I might as well do something interesting.”
Nick was right. About the person, I mean. The woman was standing directly in our sight lines now, and she definitely wasn’t Mrs. Gregg. This woman was taller, curvier, and just a little…classier. Now, Mrs. Gregg, as you remember, was clean as a dairy cow on show day. Neat and tidy and all done up to appear like a gentlewoman farmer. But this lady, I don’t know, she was simply gorgeous.
“Wow,” Nick said.
“Yeah, I know. What is it about her?”
“She’s perfect.”
“Excuse me?”
“I don’t mean for me. You know you’re the only one who’s perfect for me.”
“Not according to Miranda.”
“Were we talking about Miranda? I don’t think so. Anyway, this woman’s just…look at her. Everything’s how it should be, and it doesn’t seem fake.”
Yeah. Made me want to go over and kick some dirt on her. Or mess up her hair. Just like I’d felt earlier that day about Mrs. Gregg. Except if I did that, I’d have to talk with Mr. Gregg, and we all know he would have a cow about that.
“Who do you think she is?” For not wanting to poke his nose in other people’s business, Nick was sounding awfully…nosy.
“Have no idea. I’ve never seen her before.” But something about her looked familiar. I couldn’t tell what it was. Her hair was reddish, but I couldn’t tell if that was from the light, or because of its actual color. Her skin was ivory, and that smile . It was a surprise when it came out, since its brightness was almost blinding, but also because it was aimed at Mr. Gregg. Not somebody I would imagine received a lot of those smiles.
Nick cleared his throat. “Um, what they’re doing right now reminds me of us about a minute ago.”
Yeah. Not exactly how a married man and another woman should be standing. Except it wasn’t really her. It was him. She was backing up, her hands out. Pushing him away. She wasn’t smiling anymore. I could see even from this distance that she was pissed off now, backing away. But he wasn’t giving up. He grabbed her upper arms and pulled her closer, bending his face toward hers.
Nick moved, like he was going to run around me and go after Gregg, but I held him back. “Wait. She’s going to—”
She kneed Gregg in the crotch, and he bent over double, letting out a grunt we heard all the way at our spot. The woman said something else I was sure he deserved, then spun around and marched off.
Awesome.
Nick looked down at me. “You knew she was going to do that?”
“I could see it in her
I stepped into the shadow of another trailer, and pulled Nick into hiding, too, up against a camper. I peered around the corner. “Who is that with him? That’s not his wife. At least, I don’t think it is. It’s hard to tell with that pole in the way.”
“Not really any of our business, is it?”
“That’s got to be the Greggs’ trailer. If you want to call it that.” It was more like a full-fledged RV, you know, the kind for old folks who travel to Florida every winter.
“Not really any of our—”
“—business. I know. You said that before.”
“But sneaking around behind trailers does have its advantages.” He pressed closer to my back, and ran his hands up my sides.
“Nick…”
“What? You weren’t complaining earlier.” He kissed my neck.
I laughed. “Yeah, when we weren’t surrounded by trailers that might or might not contain teenagers. And their parents.”
“Oh. Right.” He gave me one more kiss, then leaned over my shoulder to look toward Mr. Gregg. “Hey, it’s a woman. She moved, so I can see her.”
“And it’s our business now?”
“If I can’t make out with you, I might as well do something interesting.”
Nick was right. About the person, I mean. The woman was standing directly in our sight lines now, and she definitely wasn’t Mrs. Gregg. This woman was taller, curvier, and just a little…classier. Now, Mrs. Gregg, as you remember, was clean as a dairy cow on show day. Neat and tidy and all done up to appear like a gentlewoman farmer. But this lady, I don’t know, she was simply gorgeous.
“Wow,” Nick said.
“Yeah, I know. What is it about her?”
“She’s perfect.”
“Excuse me?”
“I don’t mean for me. You know you’re the only one who’s perfect for me.”
“Not according to Miranda.”
“Were we talking about Miranda? I don’t think so. Anyway, this woman’s just…look at her. Everything’s how it should be, and it doesn’t seem fake.”
Yeah. Made me want to go over and kick some dirt on her. Or mess up her hair. Just like I’d felt earlier that day about Mrs. Gregg. Except if I did that, I’d have to talk with Mr. Gregg, and we all know he would have a cow about that.
“Who do you think she is?” For not wanting to poke his nose in other people’s business, Nick was sounding awfully…nosy.
“Have no idea. I’ve never seen her before.” But something about her looked familiar. I couldn’t tell what it was. Her hair was reddish, but I couldn’t tell if that was from the light, or because of its actual color. Her skin was ivory, and that smile . It was a surprise when it came out, since its brightness was almost blinding, but also because it was aimed at Mr. Gregg. Not somebody I would imagine received a lot of those smiles.
Nick cleared his throat. “Um, what they’re doing right now reminds me of us about a minute ago.”
Yeah. Not exactly how a married man and another woman should be standing. Except it wasn’t really her. It was him. She was backing up, her hands out. Pushing him away. She wasn’t smiling anymore. I could see even from this distance that she was pissed off now, backing away. But he wasn’t giving up. He grabbed her upper arms and pulled her closer, bending his face toward hers.
Nick moved, like he was going to run around me and go after Gregg, but I held him back. “Wait. She’s going to—”
She kneed Gregg in the crotch, and he bent over double, letting out a grunt we heard all the way at our spot. The woman said something else I was sure he deserved, then spun around and marched off.
Awesome.
Nick looked down at me. “You knew she was going to do that?”
“I could see it in her
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