High Energy by Joy, Dara (easy to read books for adults list .TXT) 📕

concern, taking her hand. "They didn't hurt you, did

they, Curls?"

"Well, they snuffled me a little, but generally they're pretty harmless."

"Snuffled you?"

"Yeah, but they moved on quickly because they were really after my grandfather's

corn."

"You're talking about real hogs, aren't you?"

"Of course. What else would I be talking about?"

Tyber leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingers against the side of his cup.

"One can only surmise and hope for the best."

"Huh?"

"Never mind. Blooey wanted me to ask you if you like"— he pulled a heavily

scrawled piece of notepaper from his pocket—"fritata."

"What is it?"

"It's a…" He paused. "It's got—it's sorta flat… I'll tell him you like it."

"Okay." Tyber didn't see the corners of Zanita's mouth lift in fond amusement as

he absentmindedly returned the note to his pocket. He was such a sweet man.

"Here." He pulled a little black box out of the same pocket, sliding it across

the table to her.

"What is it? A light sabre?"

He didn't even blink. "It's for the front gate, so you don't have to call Blooey

every time you come in. It's keyed with a discrete frequency which I change on a

regular basis for security."

"What if I get locked out?" She took the box, placing it in her purse.

He gave her a wickedly charming smile. "Not you, baby."

Throughout the following week, Tyber diligently "explained" to Zanita the Law of

Gravity, the Law of Symmetry, and Murphy's Law—the latter when he was

interrupted by a phone call during a vigorous explanation of Ohm's Law. Zanita

knew that for the rest of her life, should anyone innocently mention Sir Isaac

Newton in passing, she would blush to the roots of her hair.

She fell into a routine of sorts at My Father's Mansion.

Zanita left for work every morning at nine-thirty, after being sent on her way

with a hearty breakfast from Blooey and a lingering kiss from Tyber.

Lately, Blooey had taken to giving her a brown bag for lunch when he discovered

she usually skipped the noon meal. When she told him it wasn't necessary, he

firmly closed the subject by saying, "To keep the scoundrels out there from

devourin' ye whole." Zanita took the bag.

When Zanita returned in the late afternoon, Tyber was always on the veranda

swing, sitting sideways with his back against the arm rest, his long legs bent

at the knee, booted feet resting on the other arm rest, sipping a cup of

something warm. Hambone was usually relaxing close by him, perched on the porch

banister, obviously hanging out until the next meal.

After the first day, when Tyber drew her down to sit between his legs, resting

her back against his chest as he shared his hot drink with her and giving her

little nibble kisses on the back of her neck, it became something of a habit.

Zanita never knew if it was Tyber's regular routine to sit on the porch swing at

that hour, or if he stopped his work just to wait for her to come home so they

could sit and unwind together after the day.

All she knew for sure was that she began looking forward to their quiet hour

before dinner. Once she jokingly asked him what they were going to do when it

got too cold to sit outside. He immediately replied, "We move to the hammock in

the conservatory—it's heated for the plants."

Zanita was discovering that there wasn't anything about this man's life that she

didn't like.

After a particularly trying day, she trudged tiredly up the veranda stairs. The

porch had become her beacon that day. She just could not wait to sink onto that

swing. Lie back between his legs. Let his warm strength surround her. Today,

especially, she was immeasurably grateful for Tyberius Augustus Evans.

It had been raining on and off all day. She had been caught mostly in the "on"

stage, chasing down a ridiculous story thirty miles outside of town involving a

woman who claimed she had been abducted by aliens. All of these beings from

outerspace, she said, looked exactly like Norm from Cheers.

Of course, Zanita didn't find out that last part until she had accompanied the

bizarre woman across four miles of bog-infested fields in the pouring rain while

she searched for the evidence the woman claimed she had hidden there.

The "evidence" turned out to be an empty six-pack of Bud.

Her head throbbed, her joints were aching, and she suspected the little scratchy

feeling at the back of her throat was not going to just go away. She settled

against Tyber with a heartfelt sigh.

He smiled against her hair as he handed her the hot drink. "Hard day?"

She held the warm mug up to her forehead. "I don't even want to talk about it."

"All right." He counted to three and waited.

"Can you believe the paper sent me out on this ridiculous lead about a woman

abducted by aliens?"

Tyber grinned, gasping theatrically. "No! Not here in Stockboro!"

"I know—it's unbelievable! They had me trudging after this poor, misguided woman

through four miles of bogs, looking for empty beer cartons."

"Empty beer cartons?"

"The aliens all looked like Norm."

"From Cheers," he supplied, wryly.

"Yes."

He nodded his head wisely. "Ah, yes, the transmissions."

She peered at him over her shoulder. "What transmissions?"

"The ones we've been sending into space for the past forty or fifty years. You

lay people call it TV."

"I never thought of that! Maybe I shouldn't have dismissed her story so

quickly."

"Zanita, I am sure you gave her credibility a more than generous hearing," he

said dryly.

"Oh, but it was awful—look at my shoes!" She held up one small mud-encrusted

foot.

"Poor baby."

"Why would she come up with such a—a stupid story?"

Tyber shrugged. "Too much joy juice in the sixties? We are an interesting

community, aren't we? I know if I were an alien, I'd hightail here. Where else

could I live undetected amongst the local flora and fauna?" He nipped her neck.

"Very funny."

"I missed you today." He kissed the top of her head.

"You say that every day." She sipped the mulled cider.

"I miss you every day."

"Don't be silly," were her words, but she scooted further back against him,

letting his warmth enfold her.

He nuzzled her curls with his nose. "Don't you ever miss me?"

"Um… I guess."

His arms encircled her. "You know, it's okay; you can admit to missing me. I

promise I