Date: Mon, 12 Sep 2016 05:37:11 -0500
From: Kody Boye <boyekody@gmail.com>
Subject: His Touch of Ice - Part 18

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We slept at a rest stop on the outskirts of Horseshoe Bay in the back seat
of Guy's Lexus. Draped beneath a single blanket to stave off the cold,
huddled close to conserve warmth, we woke when the sun was just peeking
over the horizon and stabbing light into the vehicle.

"We'll stop at a gas station to get something to eat and use the restrooms
while we're there," Guy said, shrugging out of his torn, bloody dress
shirt, revealing the tanktop beneath it.

"Where are we headed?" I asked.

"Fredericksburg. It's far enough away from the city to not draw immediate
suspicion and enough of a tourist attraction to where if they do manage to
catch wind of where we are, it'll be difficult for them to find us."

"What about the car? It's not like you've mentioned anything about fake
plates."

"We'll be gone by the time anyone ever finds it."

I remained silent as I watched him start the ignition and fumble with a few
dials on the dash. I noted his immediate reaction was to keep the inside
temperature somewhere between hot and cold—likely, now that I realized,
due to his condition and just who he was—but watched as he gave pause
when he caught sight of me in the backseat. His fingers instantaneously
flipped the dial to the far right side—offering comfortable, cool air
that would combat the worst of the Texas heats.

I fumbled over the console and landed in the passenger seat with a
resounding grunt.

"You ok?" Guy asked.

"Yeah," I said, clipping my seatbelt into place.

Over the course of the next several hours, during which time the hill
country became progressively grassier and the flowers were seen only in
spurts along the scenic routes, I looked out the window and dwelled on the
intricacies that ultimately led to my sure position within all this.

Guy had been right when he said I'd be seen as an accomplice. Between the
murder committed in self-defense and my presence within the apartment, it
was only natural that they'd tie us together, especially after they looked
up my records and my landlord confessed to me having unexpectedly moved
out.

I was fucked. No matter what way I looked at it, I was utterly, truly
fucked.

It wasn't all bad though. A quick glance at Guy was enough to show he cared
about me, at least in part. I mean, he'd taken me in, and was now leading
me on a desperate run to safety. He could've left me in that apartment to
take the blame for everything, including the murders of the people along
the Lake Lady Bird trail. The fact that he'd brought me along was merit
enough of his worth as a man. Or whatever he was.

I rolled my head along my shoulders to look at him.

"Guy," I said. "You never mentioned what would happen after we hit
Fredericksburg."

The man's brow furrowed and his lips narrowed into a frown.

"Guy?" I asked.

"My father has a ranch outside town," he said, drumming his fingers along
the wheel in tune to the sound of something on the radio.

"You don't think anyone will recognize you while we're there, do you?"

"I doubt it. I may be European, but that isn't going to be a red flag in a
state like this. Besides—it's you I'm more worried about, what with that
scar and all."

I shrugged my oversized T-shirt to the side. "There's a reason I wear baggy
clothes."

"There shouldn't have to be one. That's what I'm saying, J. You're gorgeous
as hell, and the scar only adds to that."

I lowered my head to hide my blush. "Thanks," I said.

He reached over and pushed my glasses up my nose. "Gonna lose these if
you're not careful," he smiled, patting my cheek. "I ever tell you I have a
thing for guys with glasses?"

"No." I paused. He looked out the corner of his eye at me. "We haven't told
much of anything about ourselves to each other."

"Guess we'll just have to remedy that then, huh?"

I smiled.
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