unwelcome, through the window.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t long before Jade abandoned Aaron’s lap to pace. She’d shown little interest in talk of food, and his explanation of Earth revolving only made her wish night would return. They needed a better way to communicate. Music? A universal language? He turned to David.
“The TV would be a bombardment of color. How about playing a CD? Not something of yours, a good one.”
David frowned. “Your music’s boring. Rap would—”
“She needs structure, pattern, and the beauty of composition, instead of repetitive noise.”
“Numbers put to sound?”
“Exactly.”
David turned from the CD player, taut with excitement, yet ready to slap the off button. Smart kid knew rock and roll could trigger irrational phobias in anyone.
Seconds of the strum of guitar, beat of drum, whoosh of instruments, and green energy ignited. Jade danced—in a tight, sweet circle—soft, seductive spins. Her feet flowed in step, and the curves of her body slammed the air from Aaron’s lungs.
He put his arm around David. Time should freeze, if only physics allowed. Aaron wanted to delight in this moment forever. An explosion of athletic grace, in poetic harmony like no human had ever achieved, lit his bedroom. As the last note faded, Jade’s long hair stopped swirling in sync with the music.
To their amazement, she whispered soft notes in perfect tune. “Can’t start a fire without a spark? I don’t like fire. Dancing in the dark? Dark is safe. Born in the USA? I don’t think so. Please explain later, Aaron. I need more music now.”
When David threw in another disc, her dance dipped, swayed, a dreamy ballet of eroticism—headed toward the kid?
Aaron stiffened. Had she forgotten his request about touching David? Her childlike vulnerability and delight were contagious, yet her unconscious sexuality could stimulate a gay eunuch. David looked ecstatic, as foolish as the father who should protect, or at least cut in on the brat. Jade slowed to let the excited boy keep up. His wide brown eyes sparkled with glee.
When Jade guided David safely into the rhythm of the next song, Aaron gave up trying to control his dopey grin, and he grasped the hand she held out to him.
His heart plummeted to his tapping toes when music faded, and she abandoned them for the CD player. As haunting opera tones filled the room, Jade paused, absorbed.
“I’m getting my iPod from the car. Maybe she’ll dance again.” David raced out the door.
Jade smiled and Aaron fought the need to buckle to his knees. Any desire for the weapon by his bed had vanished, along with concern over his decision to keep her from the authorities, or rational thought in general. His heart began to dance before his clumsy feet moved when she reached for him.
Lighter than air, yet gorgeously solid, she allowed him to hold her close. Her touch, a butterfly whisper, on his arms made his skin prickle with joy. Cloud nine, yet feet grounded, how surreal could this fantasy get? Every surface in his bedroom reflected sparks of light, concentrated into a bright whirl around her. Her very breath flooded him with energy. Supple and sweet, he could lift her in one arm.
Vibrant eyes, silhouetted by long, black-green lashes rose. Why should he care he had a son somewhere? A dependent who’d be frightened by his father kissing a goddess, capable of who knew what? She stared up at Aaron with innocent trust…turning into apprehension? Oh no, no, please. Not again.
Jade halted in mid-twirl, her voice a tremble. “David?”
Heart yammering, he drew back. She really could read his mind?
“Aaron—can’t you hear? Mean voice yells little baby needs his daddy. I thought you were a mama’s boy. Pay up and I’ll let you go. David said…the mean one should screw himself?”
“What? You can hear David?”
“Yes. David’s angry. The other knows nothing about his mother. David’s afraid! He hurt David. Aaron—you’re too slow.” In a
Unfortunately, it wasn’t long before Jade abandoned Aaron’s lap to pace. She’d shown little interest in talk of food, and his explanation of Earth revolving only made her wish night would return. They needed a better way to communicate. Music? A universal language? He turned to David.
“The TV would be a bombardment of color. How about playing a CD? Not something of yours, a good one.”
David frowned. “Your music’s boring. Rap would—”
“She needs structure, pattern, and the beauty of composition, instead of repetitive noise.”
“Numbers put to sound?”
“Exactly.”
David turned from the CD player, taut with excitement, yet ready to slap the off button. Smart kid knew rock and roll could trigger irrational phobias in anyone.
Seconds of the strum of guitar, beat of drum, whoosh of instruments, and green energy ignited. Jade danced—in a tight, sweet circle—soft, seductive spins. Her feet flowed in step, and the curves of her body slammed the air from Aaron’s lungs.
He put his arm around David. Time should freeze, if only physics allowed. Aaron wanted to delight in this moment forever. An explosion of athletic grace, in poetic harmony like no human had ever achieved, lit his bedroom. As the last note faded, Jade’s long hair stopped swirling in sync with the music.
To their amazement, she whispered soft notes in perfect tune. “Can’t start a fire without a spark? I don’t like fire. Dancing in the dark? Dark is safe. Born in the USA? I don’t think so. Please explain later, Aaron. I need more music now.”
When David threw in another disc, her dance dipped, swayed, a dreamy ballet of eroticism—headed toward the kid?
Aaron stiffened. Had she forgotten his request about touching David? Her childlike vulnerability and delight were contagious, yet her unconscious sexuality could stimulate a gay eunuch. David looked ecstatic, as foolish as the father who should protect, or at least cut in on the brat. Jade slowed to let the excited boy keep up. His wide brown eyes sparkled with glee.
When Jade guided David safely into the rhythm of the next song, Aaron gave up trying to control his dopey grin, and he grasped the hand she held out to him.
His heart plummeted to his tapping toes when music faded, and she abandoned them for the CD player. As haunting opera tones filled the room, Jade paused, absorbed.
“I’m getting my iPod from the car. Maybe she’ll dance again.” David raced out the door.
Jade smiled and Aaron fought the need to buckle to his knees. Any desire for the weapon by his bed had vanished, along with concern over his decision to keep her from the authorities, or rational thought in general. His heart began to dance before his clumsy feet moved when she reached for him.
Lighter than air, yet gorgeously solid, she allowed him to hold her close. Her touch, a butterfly whisper, on his arms made his skin prickle with joy. Cloud nine, yet feet grounded, how surreal could this fantasy get? Every surface in his bedroom reflected sparks of light, concentrated into a bright whirl around her. Her very breath flooded him with energy. Supple and sweet, he could lift her in one arm.
Vibrant eyes, silhouetted by long, black-green lashes rose. Why should he care he had a son somewhere? A dependent who’d be frightened by his father kissing a goddess, capable of who knew what? She stared up at Aaron with innocent trust…turning into apprehension? Oh no, no, please. Not again.
Jade halted in mid-twirl, her voice a tremble. “David?”
Heart yammering, he drew back. She really could read his mind?
“Aaron—can’t you hear? Mean voice yells little baby needs his daddy. I thought you were a mama’s boy. Pay up and I’ll let you go. David said…the mean one should screw himself?”
“What? You can hear David?”
“Yes. David’s angry. The other knows nothing about his mother. David’s afraid! He hurt David. Aaron—you’re too slow.” In a
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