to express approval and lust, its blatant phoniness made it seem like mockery.
She probably thinks it’s a cute thing to do, he told himself. Maybe she even thinks it’s sexy.
“A penny for your thoughts,” Monica said.
“Huh?”
“What’re you daydreaming about?”
“I’m not daydreaming.”
“You’re always off in your own little world.”
“I’m here,” he told her, and tried to smile.
“Now you are.”
“Sorry.”
“You’re such a silly.” She gave his thigh a squeeze. “What am I going to do with you?”
“Whatever you please,” he said. Then he leaned forward and looked past Monica to see out her window. Just a few feet beyond the edge of the road, there seemed to be a drop-off. He could see nothing down there except the ocean. “Yikes,” he said.
“A thrill, isn’t it?” She didn’t sound thrilled, but she was smiling as if she were the only person in on a joke. “If we die, guess whose fault it will be?”
“The bus driver’s?”
“Think again.”
“Mine.”
“Ding! You win. You insisted on coming.”
“I didn’t exactly insist. It was more like a suggestion.”
“We could be riding on a cable car right now.”
“We can ride on cable cars tomorrow.”
“If we’re still alive.”
Chapter Three
TUCK AND DANA
Lynn Tucker, sitting at the kitchen table, set down her cup of coffee and smiled when Dana came in. “Hey, hey, look at you.”
Dana grinned and raised her arms. “Just call me Ranger Rick.”
“You look great.”
“Thanks, Tuck. You, too.” Frowning, she said, “I wish my uniform looked like that.” While Dana’s tan shirt and shorts were stiff and creased and dark, Tuck’s looked soft and faded. “Want to trade?”
“Think mine’d fit you?” Tuck asked.
“Probably not.”
“Probably.” She laughed. “What are you, now, about six-nine, seven feet?”
“Just six. But I’m dainty.”
Tuck pushed back her chair and said, “Sit down, Miss Dainty. I’ll get you a cup of coffee.”
“I can get it.”
“You’re my guest.” Tuck stood up and headed for a cupboard. “Besides, it’s your first day. Tomorrow, I’ll let you get your own coffee.”
“Okay,” Dana said. “Thanks.” She pulled out a chair and sat at the table.
“As for your uniform,” Tuck said, “it’ll be a lot better after a few washings. What you need to do is wash both your uniforms every night whether they need it or not. That’ll get the stiffness out. Before you know it, you’ll look like an old hand.” She took down a cup and turned around. “So, how did you sleep last night?”
“I zonked. I tell you, Tuck... I still can’t believe I’m here. This is such a great place!”
“I thought you might like it.” She picked up the coffee pot and brought the clean cup over to the table. As she filled the cup for Dana, she said, “One thing, okay? Try not to call me Tuck when we’re over at the house. You know, in front of the others.”
“I’ll try. Might be tough, though. I’ve been calling you Tuck since we were kids.”
“For which I’ve never properly repaid you.”
‟Think nothing of it,” Dana said.
“Anyway, try to avoid it, okay? The thing is, I’m the boss of things over there. It’s bad enough that I look like I’m only about fifteen years old.”
“A mature fifteen.”
“I’m also only twenty damn years old and have to go around giving orders to all these older people. All I’d need is to have them hear you calling me Tuck.”
‟Don’t they know your name’s Tucker?”
“Maybe, maybe not. Nobody uses my last name over there, but they all know Janice is my stepmother. Maybe they think my name’s Crogan.”
“She should’ve changed her name when she married your dad.”
“Would you change your name to Tucker?”
“If I married a guy named Tucker.”
“Anyway, she didn’t. Just don’t call me Tuck in front of the employees, okay?”
“You don’t call me Moose, I won’t call you