The Complete Eagle Cove

Chapter 3 -4

“Where have you been?” Natalya’s sleepy mumble greeted Jessica as she tried to slip into the room without waking anyone.

“Hell,” she whispered. “Just go back to sleep, Natya.”

And for a blessed moment it appeared that’s what she did. But after Jessica had washed her face, brushed her teeth, and found a nightshirt, she could see Natalya sitting up in her bed.

“Care to explain that one?”

“It’s two a.m. my time,” the hall clock had softly chimed midnight as she’d snuck in, again making her feel like a teen past curfew. “I had to catch an early flight. We can talk about it tomorrow.”

“I thought you were maybe necking with Greg Slater.”

“So not,” Jessica shifted her bag and the rest of her clothes onto the floor and crawled into the other bed. Even though it was the high season, Aunt Gina had saved them one of the largest rooms which just fit a double and a single bed with a tiny nightstand between them. Natya, arriving first, had grabbed the double, of course, just as Jessica would have done.

“Then I’m guessing that you weren’t having your way with his body either.”

Jessica didn’t bother to answer, just hugged her knees to her chest and was momentarily glad that she could see so little of the room. Aunt Gina had decorated by genre and she and Natalya were in the Sci-Fi room. The lone shaft of moonlight just now reaching in through the west facing windows lit a small side table with a foot-tall Princess Leia doll facing a pair of Lieutenant Uhuras: one classic and one reboot. The three miniature women and one life-size one watched her with shadowed gazes. Thankfully only the life-size one was expecting an answer.

“Tell me that isn’t why you stayed behind after dinner.”

“That isn’t why I stayed behind after dinner.”

“s**t!” Natalya didn’t curse often, but she put some heat behind it when she did.

“Stop that. You’ll shock Anne.” Even though it was invisible in the darkness, Jessica knew that a poster of Anne Francis and Robby the Robot from f*******n Planet hung above Natalya’s bed. Linda Hamilton from Terminator II hung above Jessica’s bed brandishing her massive machine g*n and wrapped in crossed bandoliers of bullets implying a deep cleavage despite the military vest. Linda wouldn’t give a rat’s a*s what Jessica said, so she was glad she’d ended up with this bed.

Natalya sighed, “Please tell me that you didn’t yell at him.”

“No. But he yelled at me.”

“Did you deserve it?”

“I dunno,” Jessica dragged the covers over her head. “Maybe,” she told the darkness.

“Heard that!”

Crap! She could feel Linda glaring down at her as well.