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Blue Moon :: Гамильтон Лорел
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9
By the time I got back to the cabins, it was after seven. It was August, so it was still daylight, but you could tell it was late. There was a softness to the light, a tiredness to the heat as if the day itself was eager for night. Or maybe it was just me that was tired.
My face hurt. At least I hadn't had to have stitches in my mouth. The EMS guy on the ambulance had said I'd need a couple of stitches. When I got to the hospital, the doctor said I didn't. A very bright spot for me. I'm sort of phobic about needles. But I've taken stitches with no painkiller and that ain't fun, either.
Jamil was standing in front of the cabins. He'd changed into black jeans and a T-shirt with a smiley face on it. The T-shirt was cut across the middle so his abs showed. Though my dance card was full of attractive men, Jamil did have one of the nicest stomachs I'd ever seen. The muscles stood out under the tight smoothness of his skin like shingles on a roof. It didn't even look real. Somehow, I didn't think you needed cobblestone abs to be a good bodyguard. But hey, everyone needs a hobby.
"I'm sorry I missed the fun," he said. He touched my bruised lip gently. It still made me wince. "I'm surprised you let anyone mark you."
"She did it on purpose," Shang-Da said.
Jamil looked at him.
"Anita pretended to faint," Jason said. "She looked really pitiful."
Jamil looked back at me.
I shrugged. "I didn't let someone kick me in the face on purpose. But once I was down, I did play up how hurt I was. This way, we could press our own assault charges."
"I didn't think you lied that well," Jamil said.
"Live and learn," I said. "Where's Richard? I need to talk to him."
Jamil glanced behind him at one of the cabins, then back to me. There was a look on his face that I couldn't read. "He's cleaning up. He's been in the same clothes for two days."
I stared at his so-careful face, trying to figure out what he wasn't telling me. "What's going on, Jamil?"
He shook his head. "Nothing."
"Don't give me grief, Jamil. I need to talk to Richard — now."
"He's in the shower."
I shook my head, and it made my head hurt. "Screw this. What cabin is he in?"
Jamil shook his head. "Give him a few minutes."
"Longer," Shang-Da said, his voice very bland.
Jason looked from one to the other of them, eyes just a touch wide.
"What is going on?" I asked.
The cabin door behind Jamil opened. A woman appeared in the doorway.
9
By the time I got back to the cabins, it was after seven. It was August, so it was still daylight, but you could tell it was late. There was a softness to the light, a tiredness to the heat as if the day itself was eager for night. Or maybe it was just me that was tired.
My face hurt. At least I hadn't had to have stitches in my mouth. The EMS guy on the ambulance had said I'd need a couple of stitches. When I got to the hospital, the doctor said I didn't. A very bright spot for me. I'm sort of phobic about needles. But I've taken stitches with no painkiller and that ain't fun, either.
Jamil was standing in front of the cabins. He'd changed into black jeans and a T-shirt with a smiley face on it. The T-shirt was cut across the middle so his abs showed. Though my dance card was full of attractive men, Jamil did have one of the nicest stomachs I'd ever seen. The muscles stood out under the tight smoothness of his skin like shingles on a roof. It didn't even look real. Somehow, I didn't think you needed cobblestone abs to be a good bodyguard. But hey, everyone needs a hobby.
"I'm sorry I missed the fun," he said. He touched my bruised lip gently. It still made me wince. "I'm surprised you let anyone mark you."
"She did it on purpose," Shang-Da said.
Jamil looked at him.
"Anita pretended to faint," Jason said. "She looked really pitiful."
Jamil looked back at me.
I shrugged. "I didn't let someone kick me in the face on purpose. But once I was down, I did play up how hurt I was. This way, we could press our own assault charges."
"I didn't think you lied that well," Jamil said.
"Live and learn," I said. "Where's Richard? I need to talk to him."
Jamil glanced behind him at one of the cabins, then back to me. There was a look on his face that I couldn't read. "He's cleaning up. He's been in the same clothes for two days."
I stared at his so-careful face, trying to figure out what he wasn't telling me. "What's going on, Jamil?"
He shook his head. "Nothing."
"Don't give me grief, Jamil. I need to talk to Richard — now."
"He's in the shower."
I shook my head, and it made my head hurt. "Screw this. What cabin is he in?"
Jamil shook his head. "Give him a few minutes."
"Longer," Shang-Da said, his voice very bland.
Jason looked from one to the other of them, eyes just a touch wide.
"What is going on?" I asked.
The cabin door behind Jamil opened. A woman appeared in the doorway.