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In his hand was a buck knife in a leather case. I shook my head and held out
my hand.
Holy shit, Ben said.
I opened the knife, handed it back to Ben, and rolled my lip over the top of
my thumb.
Cut it, I said.
I can t.
In about two minutes this fucker is going to hurt a hundred times worse than
it already does. Cut down through my fucking lip and hurry up.
All that I said speaking from the back of my throat and without the use of my
lips, but Ben got the idea anyway. He eased the blade toward my mouth. I
gripped his wrist to help steady him. His forehead glowed with sweat. I could
feel the edge of the blade along my lip. When he slit it open, I saw stars and
lost my breath. I dropped his wrist. The lure clattered on the bottom of the
boat and I roared in pain, clutching my face.
Jesus. I am so sorry.
Fuck! I screamed, sitting down hard. My howl echoed off the far hill and
back out across the water. Fuck you, Ben, and fuck them.
I wiped my eyes on my sleeve and my blood pattered into the bottom of the
boat. I grabbed the tackle box and ripped some gauze pads out of the little
first aid kit, clamping them on my lip.
Nasty, right?
Well, that was nothing.
When we got back to the lodge, I went straight to the bar and wrapped a bundle
of ice in a paper towel for my lip. I knocked off two quick glasses of scotch,
and one of the serving girls walked by and told me Jessica was here. I checked
the room list and went upstairs. The rooms had names like Railroad, Hunting,
and Iroquois. They were decorated that way. We were in the Fishing Room.
Jessica s Louis Vuitton overnight bag was on the bed, but she was nowhere in
sight. Back downstairs, Steven, the chef, told me he saw her go past in a
bathing suit and a robe so he figured she was on her way to the hot tub room.
I jogged down the spiral stairs to the lower level. One of the monastery doors
to the hot tub room was open and steam curled up toward the thick log beams in
the ceiling. I could smell the chemicals over the musky scent of wood,
leather, and animal fur from the mounted moose. My lip throbbed. When I opened
the door, I heard Jessica s laugh above the bubbling tub, but couldn t see
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anything through the hot wet cloud. There were some dim yellow wall sconces
and a couple of lights glowing under the roiling water, but otherwise it had
the dark close feel of an animal den.
When I stepped to the edge of the enormous cobblestone tub, that s when I saw
her, sitting in the back corner. Yes, she had a robe wrapped around her
bathing suit and just her feet were in the water. But on the other side of the
tub, with his hairy arms up on the sides, a cup of beer in one hand, head
back, and laughing along with her so hard I could see the fillings, was Scott.
And I ll tell you the truth. Then, at that moment, it was no fleeting dark
thing. It was like a glob of concrete in my gut and everything was red.
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WHAT S SO FUNNY? I asked.
Oh, Thaney, she said, getting up and holding the front of the robe together.
Hi, honey.
Scott s mouth closed, but the grin stayed.
Jessica waded across and touched my collarbone. We were laughing about when
Scott took you down that black diamond in Vermont.
I touched my lip and stared.
Oh. What happened? she said.
I dodged her touch and backed away. Scott shrugged and shook his head.
Ben hooked my lip, I said, growling. I m ready to kill him.
Scott laughed again. Short this time, and over the rumbling water he said,
He s a menace. Is that ice? You should ice it.
Yeah, I said. That s what this is.
You want to change for dinner? Jessica said.
Unless you want to go in a towel.
Come on, grumpy, she said, smiling happily, taking my arm, and leading me
out of the room into the breathable air.
I shook free from her grip and headed past the movie theater for the back
stairs.
Where are you going? she said, following me and still talking in that
singsong voice like nothing was wrong.
You can t go up through the main room like that, I said. You think this is
a fucking spa?
Honey, stop it, she said, her voice getting small.
Stop it, I said, mimicking. What the fuck? You re in the hot tub with some
other guy?
I stomped up, through the kitchen quick, avoiding the stares of the staff in
their whites as they darted around the stainless steel. No one was in the top
hall and I took a quick left into the Fishing Room, slamming the door and
throwing the old iron bolt behind Jessica. I threw my package of ice down,
smashing it on the floor, and turned on her.
It was Scott, she said. I wasn t in there with him. I was leaving. He came
in. We were talking. You always do this.
You make me do this, I said.
You make yourself, she said. I m good with people. You know that. I m
friendly.
Right.
Come here, you, she said. Let s forget it. Here.
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