“Did you ever notice,” he asked, “how perfect the geometry is on an ear of corn?”
“Can’t say that I have.” She didn’t like that word.
“Yeah, guess not.” Picking up his fork, he again examined his plate, studying its contents carefully.
From the look on his face, Ellie supposed whatever food Daniel decided to plunge the fork into first would determine world peace.
He chose her potato salad.
Around them the party noise faded to a low murmur. Ellie held her breath.
The fork entered the small hill of potatoes and came up with a good-size sample. In the creamy heap, she saw touches of the pale-green celery she’d added, the darker green of dill pickles, the red of pimento, flecks of brown peeling, golden egg yolk.
When at last Daniel brought the forkful of salad to his mouth, Ellie’s lips parted in automatic accompaniment.
He closed his eyes. Chewed. Swallowed.
And his face melted into lines of rapt appreciation.
Ellie exhaled a small satisfied sigh.
“Do you always do that?” she asked, after his second bite.
“What?” He forked into the baked beans, but she hadn’t made the beans so his reaction to them wasn’t of much interest.
“Treat everything as if it were created for your sensual pleasure.”
The fork stilled as he gazed back at her. “It’s just been a long time,” he said at last, with a touch of self-consciousness.
As an answer, the words made no sense at all.
But little about Daniel made any sense, Ellie thought. For one thing, nothing about him seemed to match.
On the beach she’d thought him a handsome footloose beach bum, but tonight he’d been a quiet, unassuming, slightly embarrassed guest, who treated everyone as if they were uniquely special and everything as if it were a gift from the gods.
“A long time since what?”
This time his grin was wide and mischievous, unmarred by any kind of melancholy. “Since I’ve had such delicious potato salad. You Texans know how to cook.”
Ellie grunted. Enough, already.
Leaning forward, she pinned him with her steeliest nurse’s look, the one that said, “Don’t mess with me, buster!”
“So tell me what you’re really doing here, Daniel Morgan, and don’t crank out any more fairy tales about robberies, either.”
But when Daniel lowered his fork without even tasting the beans, she felt as if she’d just told a kid his cookie was full of broccoli bits.
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” he said quietly.
“Try me.”
Daniel eyed the woman across from him and knew by her steady gaze that Ellie wasn’t going to let this go. Yet what could he say that she would believe? Certainly not the truth.
But he gave it to her, anyway.
“The truth is, I can’t leave.”
And God knew he’d tried.
At first he hadn’t known where he was when he found himself again released from Tom and Janie’s back garden. He only knew he wasn’t back at the cove.
Tonight, though, he appeared to be in someone else’s yard, on a lawn surrounding a huge rambling house. Still, the nearby fence looked familiar, and he gazed at it for a long moment in puzzlement, wondering where he’d seen it before.
Then he knew. He’d been looking at it for years, but from the other side.
Hell, he’d gone no further than the house next door!
But he was free! Free!
Remembering what his hesitation cost him last time, he immediately sprinted toward the street that he could see through the trees, as cars passed by with their lights on…and slammed into something that sent him sprawling.
Seeing nothing in his way, he figured he’d tripped, so he gathered himself up and set off again.
This time he took no more than a couple of steps before smashing into something—something he still couldn’t see but was solid enough to send him crashing to the ground.
Lying in the grass, he studied the empty yard in front of him, watched a car speed by on the street, its headlights arcing through the overhead branches of the trees.
Next time he took the precaution of keeping his arms outstretched.
One step. Two. Three. Fou—Whap! Something stopped him in his tracks.
No matter how much he sidestepped or backed up, as soon as he started forward an invisible wall appeared, though not always in exactly the same place. It seemed to fluctuate a few feet on some whim of its own, but nevertheless prevented him from getting to the street.
But if the whatever wouldn’t let him move in that direction, then he’d leave by the back alley.
A plan that worked like a charm until he neared the Dumpsters. Whap! There it was again.
It took a while and a few ignominious falls for him to finally realize that no matter what direction he took, he could go so far and no farther.
The one direction he refused to try, however, was through Janie and Tom’s fence. Better this yard, with its limited freedom, than theirs where he had no freedom at all.
Defeated, he’d finally sat down at the picnic table to look over the house he must belong to now. Country-western music filtered from it out into the night, and through the double patio doors he saw a party of some sort going on.
A barbecue barrel near the patio filled the night air with the smell of charcoal and good times.
As Daniel watched, the door slid open and a woman with hair the color of moonlight stepped out.
Ellie!
She didn’t see him sitting there, and he didn’t call out. For one thing, he wasn’t sure she could see him. Not knowing what the rules were in his new situation—not that he ever had—he didn’t take anything for granted.
Then Ellie spotted him, had even been angry with him for some reason, but her brother invited him in and Daniel found himself—for the first time in years—actually under a roof. That was when he realized the whatever had now bound him to an apartment house.
Moreover, it actually allowed him to be the normal man he’d once been.
But it wouldn’t release him completely.
When the party followed its collective nose to the cooking meat outdoors, Daniel unobtrusively walked toward the street again.
The wall, now several feet farther out, was still there. But it affected only him.
One of the couples at the party had left early, calling good-nights as they walked over the lawn to their car parked on the street. They had no trouble at all passing through the invisible barrier keeping Daniel in.
And now Ellie wanted to know what Daniel was doing here.
Hell if he knew.
But thankfully one of the marines sitting at the picnic table with them asked her a question, giving Daniel a break from the third-degree he knew was coming.
When Chad joined them moments later, the talk became general, full of jokes and references he didn’t always catch, but he laughed as heartily as the rest of them.
It was a pleasure just to laugh, and he thought he faked normalcy