I TOOK A long ice-cold shower that night back in my room, mindful that I had crossed enough lines for the evening to not repeat my shower fantasies of her. Then I crashed, glad for the oblivion.
I woke sometime later, the sun bright outside my window and my phone ringing. Bleary-eyed, I answered, “Hello.”
“Mr. Hunt. I see Kelsey is still spending a small fortune.”
I sat up in bed, suddenly alert.
“Uh . . . yes, sir.” How else was I supposed to answer that?
“Well, get me up to speed.”
I swallowed. “Not that much to tell, sir. We’re in Budapest, Hungary. She’s safe.”
“Yes, but what’s she doing? Where is all that money going?”
I hesitated. “Uh, lots of things.”
“Spit it out, Hunt.”
“Dinners,” I answered. “She meets people, and they go out to dinner. Touristy stuff. Museums. Plays. Lots of souvenirs.”
“Really?” He didn’t sound like he believed me.
“Clothes, too.” I added for good measure. “Expensive ones.”
“Of course.” That he believed me about. “Right, well, I have a meeting. You’ll let me know if anything changes.”
It wasn’t a question.
“Yes, sir.”
I hung up and immediately powered up my Kelsey app. I cursed when I saw she was already out and about for the day.
Did that girl never sleep?
After a quick shower, I grabbed my bag and set off in search of her. I expected to find her carbo-loading to fight a hangover (or maybe that’s just what I would have been doing).
Instead, she was having another one of her quiet moments. Large coffee in hand, she was seated on a park bench in a busy neighborhood square. She wore a light sundress, and her hair was as styled and perfect as ever.
She didn’t look tired, not in the slightest.
I parked myself under the shade of a tree off to her left, far enough away that the busy sidewalks should hide me.
She sipped her caffeine in quiet contemplation, studying a fountain in the middle of the square. I didn’t remember it from the guidebook, but told myself I would look it up later. For now, I pulled out my sketchbook.
On the walk over, I’d started thinking about all the drawings I’d done during our trip so far. A few were from landmarks I’d seen in passing, but most were of Kelsey. I still hadn’t been able to get her face just right, so I’d stuck to sketching her in profile when I could.
Most of my drawings I did after the fact, when I couldn’t sleep or while sitting around in a bar. I wasn’t about to pass up the chance to draw her in real time. Maybe that combined with getting to meet her last night would finally help me get the face right.
I zoned out, sketching first the fountain and then Kelsey.
I’d never been trained in art. I mean, I’d taken a class or two in high school, but I hadn’t exactly paid attention. I’d been preoccupied with other things then and drawing still lifes of fruit hadn’t been all that appealing.
I was observant, though, and I taught myself. I’d had a lot of time for trial and error, too. I’d seen plenty of action in Afghanistan, but there’d also been a lot of sitting around waiting, doing nothing.
When I got to Kelsey’s face, I contemplated everything I knew about her: that familiar empty sadness that shone through on occasion, her admission from last night that she was tired, “bone-deep” as she’d put it. When I drew her with that in mind, overlaid with a smile, the drawing came to life.
She was frailer in the drawing than she appeared at first glance, but it worked. Her hair and dress blew in the wind, and she clutched that cup of coffee like a lifeline.
I was probably reading too much into this, projecting my memories of myself onto her, but Kelsey was more than just tired. She was sad. And I was desperate to know why.
When I looked back at her to put some finishing touches on her dress, she was gone. My eyes darted around and found her closer to the fountain, amidst a group of preteen boys.
A bigger boy was holding a book over the water, taunting a younger kid, and I watched Kelsey play him. She pretended to need directions, and then when she had the opportunity, she took the book.
She gave it to a scrawny boy in the group who looked at her like she was descended from heaven. She kissed his cheek, and the kid’s face split open in a smile. Whatever she’d done, she’d just made that kid’s world.
I was a little jealous.
And my fascination with her was raging like a wildfire.
Her good deed done, she headed for the crosswalk at the corner of the street. I went to the opposite corner and crossed to the other side of the street, thinking I might have better luck following her undetected from there.
I couldn’t help but notice that her shoulders were a little straighter and the smile on her face didn’t disappear once she’d left that boy behind. I found myself smiling in response.
I was right about her being even more brilliant when the darkness wasn’t hanging over her. It was like the sun had appeared from behind the clouds, and I couldn’t have looked away if I tried.
11
MAYBE MY MIND had always been made up, but when I followed Kelsey to some kind of rave at one of Budapest’s famed thermal baths the following night, I knew I wouldn’t be able to stay away from her.
She wore this intricate black swimsuit that wrapped around her body, accentuating the slim circle of her waist before it tied onto her bikini bottoms at the hip.