Love On Call

“I hope not this very one,” Mari muttered. “They can’t have a life span of more than six months.” When she watched the canvas lift from the ground as the coiled tube pumped air into it, she didn’t actually think it could have a life span of more than a day or two. She prayed for at least another twenty-four hours. “I’m surprised they all don’t catch on fire.”

Glenn chuckled. “It’s a delicate balance.”

Mari didn’t doubt Frank’s lifetime of experience, but she would much rather have been watching the spectacle from the safety of one of the picnic tables. On the other hand, Glenn offered her a taste of adventure, and this one at least was relatively safe. The only thing that might get broken would be her head, not her heart.

That thought brought her up short. Was her heart really at risk where Glenn was concerned? Her body and her sanity were definitely on the losing end of things—being anywhere in Glenn’s vicinity sent her heart rate into the stratosphere, and other parts of her body jolted awake with a mixture of pleasure and nagging need. Her mind blanked and basic instincts took charge. She was no stranger to the concept of sex or sexual desire, and even if she didn’t have the experience, she knew what she was feeling. Just thinking about Glenn aroused her. The sight of her, the sound of her voice, the merest brush of her hand ignited a flood of desire. She certainly wasn’t going to lie to herself about that. The reaction was natural, Glenn was gorgeous, and she rejoiced that her body had finally recovered from the assaults of the last year. But her heart? No, she hadn’t let things get that far out of hand. For now she’d let herself enjoy the attraction, within reason.

“It’s not too late to change your mind,” Glenn said gently. “I want you to enjoy it.”

Usually Glenn could read her mind, but thankfully not this time. She didn’t need to know Mari had just been debating whether it was wise to lust after her. As if she could stop it. I want you to enjoy it. Mari smiled. “I know you do, and I will. I want to go up.”

Glenn glanced at Frank. “Good enough. We’re good to go.”

Mari moved closer to Glenn as Frank released the last ropes holding them down. The bucket immediately shot up, swaying rapidly back and forth.

“Oh!” Mari grabbed the rim of the basket that came about to her waist. She had no trouble at all imagining tipping forward and falling out. For an instant, her head spun.

“Got you.” Glenn’s arms came around her from behind, her firm body pressed up against Mari’s back.

“Thanks. Just caught me by surprise.” Mari laughed a little shakily. Maybe heights weren’t her thing after all.

“There’s no way you’re going to fall,” Glenn murmured close to her ear.

Mari had never been held so protectively by a stranger in her life. Glenn wasn’t really a stranger, far from it, but she wasn’t family and Mari wasn’t a little girl anymore. She hadn’t been cradled in anyone’s arms since one of the first nights in the hospital when her mother thought she was going to die. This was something completely beyond her experience, and she would’ve been happy if Frank the balloon man flew them across the entire country and beyond, as long as Glenn stayed behind her with her arms around her, holding her as if she always had and always would.

“Better?”

When Glenn moved as if to release her, Mari folded her arms over Glenn’s to keep her in place. She leaned back just a little until she was in complete contact with Glenn, her back fit into the curves of Glenn’s lean form. “Yes, but don’t move.”

Glenn’s cheek brushed hers. “Fabulous view, isn’t it?”

They weren’t so very high, but Mari felt as if she was floating in the clouds. To the east, the Vermont mountains rose purple and densely forested, the green unbroken by any sign of civilization, their peaks buried in snowy white, clouds or snow, she couldn’t be sure. Could there be snow in the mountains in July here like there was at home?

“Not enough to ski on, but it gets pretty cold up there,” Glenn murmured, reading her mind again.

“They’re beautiful.”

“Yes.” Glenn’s voice sounded low and husky and Mari wondered, hoped, she wasn’t talking about the mountains.

To the west, the village quickly gave way to rolling hills and pastures. The nearest city wasn’t even visible on the horizon, creating an otherworldly sense of passing back in time. Birds swooped below them, soaring from tree to ground and up again. People on the ground, small colorful patches of them, waved as they passed overhead.

“Oh my God.” Mari laughed, pointing when they passed above a large, elaborate out-of-place mansion in the midst of acres of green, clearly meant to mimic some kind of Italian palazzo. Several people sunning by the pool made a quick grab for towels to cover their nakedness.

Behind her Glenn chuckled, the sound reverberating between their bodies, low and exciting. “Happens at least once every year.”

Mari tilted her head back to look at Glenn behind her. “You always go up?”