Spencerville

asked, “Who was that?”
    “Car salesman.”
    She looked at him and was about to say something when the phone rang again. Keith picked it up. “Yes?”
    A female voice with an old-fashioned midwestern twang said, “Mr. Landry?”
    “Speaking.”
    “This is Mrs. Sinclair, Annie Baxter’s aunt.”
    “Yes, ma’am.”
    “Annie said she might stop by your place for a minute on her way home.”
    Keith smiled at the strain in Aunt Louise’s voice. He said, “She stopped by for less than a minute, Mrs. Sinclair. Never got out of the car. We chatted about farm prices through the screen door for about fifteen seconds—”
    Keith felt a punch on his arm and heard Annie laugh and whisper, “Stop that.”
    Keith continued, “Then she left for home, licketysplit.”
    “I figured she’d be on her way home, and that’s just what I told Mr. Baxter when he called here looking for her. She should be home shortly, I said.”
    “I’m sure she will be, Mrs. Sinclair.”
    “It was real nice talking to you, Mr. Landry. You take care.”
    “Thank you, Mrs. Sinclair. I appreciate the call.” He hung up.
    Annie rolled on top of him and pressed her nose against his. “You’re funny.”
    “So’s your aunt. Is she up to this?”
    “Barely. I had to bring a bottle of dandelion wine when I stopped by.” She laughed and kissed him, then rolled off and onto the floor. “Have to go.” She walked naked out of the room, and Keith heard the water in the bathroom running.
    He got out of bed and began to dress, sticking the Glock under his shirt.
    She came back and said, “I can see myself out.” She gathered her clothes and threw them on the bed. “I don’t want to get dressed. I want to be naked for you all night, all week.”
    “Sounds good to me.”
    She put her bra on, then pulled her sweater over, sat on the bed, and slid her panties and socks on.
    He observed, “You still dress from the top down.”
    “Doesn’t everyone?” She pulled her jeans on, then her shoes. She stood. “Okay. You’re walking me down?”
    “That’s what a gentleman does.”
    They walked down the stairs together, hand in hand, and she kept glancing at him, then said, “Can you believe this?”
    “Hardly.”
    “I feel like a kid again. I haven’t had a rush like this since… well, since you.”
    “That’s very nice of you.”
    “I mean it. My heart is still pounding, and my legs are rubbery.”
    “And your face is flushed, and your eyes are on fire. Be careful when you get home.”
    “Oh…” She put her hand to her face. “Yes, I will. God, do you think—?”
    “Just re-create in your mind a night with Aunt Louise. By the time you get home, you’ll be fine.”
    “Okay…” She laughed and said, “But what if I still have semen running down my leg?”
    Keith smiled. He remembered that one of the things he liked about her was the totally unexpected raunchiness that sometimes came out of that prim and proper mouth.
    They walked to the kitchen door, and she opened it. “Keith, what are we going to do?”
    “You name it, I’ll do it.”
    “You love me?”
    “You know it.”
    She smiled. “Was I a good lay? I can’t believe I said that. Bye. I’ll call you.”
    He held her arm. “No.”
    “I have to go.”
    “I know. But… your husband’s men sometimes watch this house.”
    “Oh…”
    “They didn’t see you come in because they weren’t watching earlier, or if they were, they saw me leave and followed. I’m going to leave first, and if they’re watching, they’ll follow me. You wait ten minutes, then leave.”
    She stayed quiet a moment, then said, “This is awful…” She looked at him. “Keith, I’m sorry. I can’t put you through this—”
    “This is
not
your fault. It’s his fault. I can handle this. But can
you
handle this?”
    She nodded. “For you, yes.”
    “All right. Now, remember—you were at Aunt Louise’s all night. Stick to that story no matter what.”
    She nodded.
    He asked, “What are you driving?”
    “A Lincoln Continental. White.”
    “Ten minutes.”
    “Be careful, Keith.”
    He went out the door, got into his Blazer, waved to her, and went down the long drive to the road. He turned toward town and continued on a few miles until he got to an intersection and stopped.
    There were no headlights behind him, and he continued on. He spotted a half-collapsed barn, shut off his headlights, and turned off the road onto the dirt track that led to the barn and nudged the