A nice quick short story about new love, this one kind of snuck up on me. I hope you enjoy reading about Carter and Kat as much as I enjoyed writing it.
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Dirk Tanner was a sleazy private eye who drank too much scotch, had a sometimes-reformed hooker as a receptionist, and a running love hate relationship with Detective Rios of the San Francisco police department; he was also who was keeping me up at four o'clock in the morning. Of course, the raging thunderstorm outside my forty-foot motor coach might have had something to do with it as well. Normally the rain would put me out like a light, but the intense flashes of lightening and the roar of the thunder dancing about outside were too much, and so I gave Dirk my full attention.
I had met him about six years ago while doing rehab for a blown-out knee, a gift from a defensive end known for his rough tactics. He had gotten a fifteen-yard penalty and I had had my career in the NFL ended in the second game of my rookie season by a cheap shot; in a fricking preseason game no less.
I had grown up on Agatha Christie, Dashiell Hammett, and especially Lee Child's Jack Reacher series, so when I needed a distraction from the sharp left turn my life had just taken, I created Dirk. The first novel was just over two-hundred pages; a few good fight scenes, a couple of plot twists, and a steamy sex scene later, he had solved the case and I had sold five hundred thousand copies. That was ten books ago and Dirk was still going strong, I had even been on a writer's panel with Lee Child; we concluded that Jack and Dirk would not have gotten along.
There is something cathartic about that last period at the end of what you hope is a good story, as was my habit, I leaned back in my chair and made an exaggerated motion to the keyboard, striking the key with my index finger as I let out a gratifying sigh only to have the moment interrupted by a loud crash outside; shit, somebody was messing with my stuff.
I pulled on a pair of shorts, grabbed my baseball bat and opened the door; she was about 5' 5" if I was being generous, might have weighed a hundred pounds soaking wet a, which she was, and was completely naked, shivering in the cold wet air and doing her best to cover herself with her hands.
Grabbing an old college jersey from the pile of laundry I had needed to put away for the past three days, I tossed it to her," Well, if you're coming in, come on then," I smiled and stepped back making room for her to get out of the rain.
Kat pulled the jersey over her head and slipped past me into the warmth of the RV. I made her a cup of tea and just left her alone while I sent 'The Case of the Runaway Heiress' to my editor; I had told my editor to expect it and was heading to San Francisco to meet her editorial wrath, enough edits and suggestions to keep me busy for at least a month, I was sure.
"I'm Carter," I offered as she sipped her tea.
"Um, Catherine, my friends call me Kat," I had noticed the delicate tattoo of a cat's nose and whiskers just above her right breast.
"So, I'm guessing there's a story here, or do you just wander around state parks naked in the middle of thunderstorms?"
She set her tea down and pulled her knees up to her chest under the jersey, wrapping her arms around them tight, her eyes went to the floor and she started to cry.
"Shit," I thought to myself as I moved to the couch where she has nestled next to my massive pile of laundry, squeezed in next to her and wrapped her in a big hug," It's going to be ok, whatever it is, I'll help you, just take your time."
I held her for a long time, waiting for the sobs to subside, noticing they had turned into slow deep breathing, she had fallen asleep. I carried her to the bedroom, slipped her under the covers and went and tried to curl up on the couch.
The thunderstorms passed, leaving in their wake a soft rain that finally lulled me to sleep. I woke up to the sound of the soft rain on the roof of my RV and someone humming to themselves. I rolled over on the couch to find the pile of laundry I had delegated to the floor when I claimed the couch gone, Kat was in the kitchen doing the dishes I had let accumulate humming softly to herself, still wearing my old college jersey. I just lay there and watched her for a few minutes, marveling at how cute she was in my huge jersey.
"Oh, hi," she smiled at me, "I hope you don't mind, I cleaned up a bit while you were asleep. I hope I got everything in the right place."
A quick scan of my small space told me she had been up a while; I couldn't remember it looking this neat since I had moved in.
"I kind of clean when I get nervous," she smiled again.
"Well, you're either extremely nervous or you've been up a while," I let out a small laugh.
"Both, I got up to go to the bathroom and then couldn't get back to sleep, so I just started folding your clothes, and I guess I got carried away."
"I'm not complaining, it looks really nice in here," I sat up and sighed," so, you feel like telling me what you were doing outside naked, in the middle of a thunderstorm, or do you want to do the windows first," damn, she had the cutest smile?
The short version was she had met a guy at Burger King; it was the only thing open when she got off her bus at two A.M., he was nice and cute and funny, they shared a table while they ate, he even offered to refill her drink for her, a real gentleman; that was the last thing she remembered until she woke up in his truck with him on top of her trying to get inside her, she hit him as hard as she could, clambered out of the truck and ran off into the storm. Mine was the only light on, she was trying to take a small tarp off my firewood to cover herself when I caught her.
"You feel up to a drive," I was pissed," there's a chance he's still here and we could get your stuff back and I could have a little chat with him about how not to treat ladies."
I got dressed and we unhooked my Jeep, driving around the circle of campsites; I was the only one in the park. I did see evidence of a spot someone had been in recently and on a whim, checked the trashcan finding Kat's duffle, clothes, purse, and phone in the bottom of the can along with an unused condom and the torn wrapper; at least the asshole had been using protection.
We went back to my RV, she changed into some clean underwear, jeans, and a t-shirt from her pack while I threw her dirty clothes in the wash, as cute as she was in my old jersey, she was downright hot in her jeans. She checked her purse and the money she had yesterday was gone. Not wanting to mess up what she had just cleaned, we headed into town for some breakfast, or maybe lunch since I had slept until almost noon. I pulled into the pizza place thinking Burger King probably wasn't a good idea.
We decided on the Supreme with no green peppers, extra-large; not only was she totally adorable with dirty blonde hair and big brown eyes, she had great taste I pizza, I ordered a beer and asked if she'd like one.
"Can't, she replied," be twenty in a couple months, but I'll take the largest Root Beer they have," her smile was starting to get under my skin.
The booth in the back corner seemed to suit our mood the best, so we left the counter with our drinks and claimed it. Evidently, she was feeling a little more comfortable around me and I got the long version as we ate our pizza.
Her mom had had her out of wedlock and had been kicked out by her parents, did her best to raise her without help and finally married her step-father. He was a good man and idolized her mom, treating Kat like she was his own. That all changed when her mom got sick, Kat was left to her own devices while Jim looked after her mom, her grades started to slip, and she got in trouble which created more friction. Three years later, when her mom died, Jim just shut down, Kat came home one day to find the apartment empty; she had no idea where Jim had gone. Her bags were packed and there was an envelope on the refrigerator with a note saying, 'I'm sorry,' and a thousand dollars. She bought a bus ticket east and landed here, losing her big suitcase somewhere along the way.
We were both eyeing the past piece of pizza, I had eaten three and Kat four," Go ahead," I laughed as she grabbed the slice and took a hg bite, it always amazed me how some girls can eat more than some of the lineman I played with; at 6'3" and 235#, I was no slouch.
Kat stopped chewing, her face turning white when the door opened, and three guys in football jerseys walked in. She slid against the wall and tried to get as small as she could. I picked up on what had happened and slid around the table sliding into the booth next to her," which one," I whispered.
"Blonde," was all she could say.
"You stay right here, blondie and I are going to have little chat," I waited a few minutes until the three of them found a booth, sizing them up as they crossed the small restaurant, the blonde that had tried to rape Kat was the leader, probably a quarterback, the short guy with the trees for legs, he was a running back, and the big fat guy was probably
the
offensive line; in high school, big and fat was enough.
"So guys, how's the season going," I smiled as I grabbed a chair from a table next to their booth, I spun it around and sat at the end of their booth, effectively blocking them from getting out?
"Undefeated, again," the quarterback smiled back at me.
"Wow, that's impressive, so you guys got plans for college and stuff after you graduate, and no worries, I'm not a scout or anything, juts played some ball in college and stuff."
"Yeah, the lineman chimed in, "Deron has a scholarship to USC," he pointed at the running back, "and me and Rick are still weighing our options," the running back smiled.
"USC, huh, great school, hate to tell you though, we kicked the crap out of them when I was at Texas," I flashed a Hook'em and showed them my 'T' ring.