He
paused on the landing while he tried to decide which of the many
closed doors to kick open first. She must have put her foot through
a rotten floor board and fallen, he thought, his heart racing.
Or had the ceiling fallen in on her?
"Crystal,
for God's sake answer me!"
"Up
here." Weak and shaky, her voice came from the attic.
Cody
charged up the steps. What the devil was claustrophobic Crystal
doing up there? Something must be really wrong.
"Are
you okay?" He glanced around the dimly lit space. His flashlight
lay beside the freezer, two floors below. He blinked in an effort
to adjust his vision.
"I-I'm
okay, I guess."
She
sounded close to tears. Cody cursed under his breath. He couldn't
handle Crystal if she was crying. He'd lose his detachment and
make a complete fool of himself.
"Where
are you?"
"Over
here. In the corner."
He
found her crouching beside a large object on the floor. Relief
flooded him, along with anger. She should never have gone up there
alone. She could have endangered herself and him, too.
"What
are you doin'?" He grabbed her arm and hauled her to her feet.
"You screamed so loud, I thought you were hurt."
For
once, she didn't try to shake him off. In fact, she collapsed
against him, her shoulders quivering under the thin cotton blouse.
"I-I
opened the closet and something fell on top of me. I don't know
what it was, but it...it felt...hideous."
Against
his better judgment, Cody held her. He didn't care about unidentified
objects falling out of closets. In fact, he was absurdly grateful
to whatever had frightened Crystal. She'd kept her distance until
now, suddenly and miraculously, she was in his arms.
He
was treading on very dangerous ground, but he couldn't help himself.
The clean, fresh scent of her dazzled his senses. The warmth of
her body next to his stirred a familiar ache. He buried his face
in her hair and allowed his memories to seep out of their hiding
place deep inside him. He'd held her in just such a way all those
years before. He remembered the sweetness and closed his eyes,
resting his cheek against the top of her head.
"It'll
be okay." His hands soothed her, stilling her tremors with their
touch.
Crystal
burrowed against his chest and sighed. "I was so scared," she
whispered. "I heard a crash and came up here looking for Jackson."
"You
should have called me."
"I
know. I thought he'd gone into one of the guest's rooms and broken
something. Then I heard him barking up here." She pulled away,
sniffling. "Pretty stupid, huh?"
"We
all make mistakes. I'm just glad you're okay."
He
hated the way she'd broken contact. His arms felt empty. The old
gnawing filled his gut. He thought he'd conquered that feeling,
only to find it resurrected the moment he touched her again.
"Thanks
for coming to save me." She patted his arm awkwardly.
Cody
felt a glimmer of hope at her touch, but he forced himself not
to push his advantage. Step by small step, he reminded himself.
Win back her trust first.
"I
think we'd better find out what fell on me," Crystal said.
"Then
we need some more light. There's a flashlight in my tool kit."
"You'd
better get it, then."
Did
he imagine it, or was her voice husky? He thought again of her
claustrophobia. "You want to come with me?"
"No
thanks. I'm okay now."
Still
he hesitated, unwilling to leave her alone in the darkness, the
dust and the cobwebs.
"Really,"
she said. "I'll wait here."
Cody
used the time he was gone to compose himself, and figured Crystal
stayed in the attic to do the same thing. When he returned, they
discovered the object was a rolled up maroon blanket.
"Is
that all?" He breathed a sigh of relief.
"There's
something in it." Crystal grabbed the flashlight from him. She
sounded indignant. "It felt really heavy, and it knocked me over."
"A
good gust of wind would knock you down," Cody said. "You're just
as skinny now as you used to be."
"Don't
be ridiculous. And don't be so rude, either, calling me skinny."
"It's
easy to let your imagination run away with you when you're frightened,"
he reasoned.
"I'm
not going to get thrown to the floor by a rolled up blanket,"
she snapped, their moment of shared intimacy suddenly no more
than a memory. "Open it up." She kicked the blanket with her foot,
but then stepped back. "Go ahead." She waved the flashlight at
him. "You do it. You're the man around here, as you keep reminding
me. Just be careful there aren't any scorpions or snakes in there."
Cody
felt like shaking her until her teeth rattled. There she went
again--ordering him around like he was the hired help instead
of her partner. "Fine." He squatted down. "Leave all the dirty
jobs for me." He shook his head at her. "You're startin' to believe
all those ghost stories and tall tales, Miss Crystal. What do
you think's in there...a body?