Xan tapped Naomi’s camera bag. “Going to work, too?”
“I am. I’ll take an hour or two before I head to town.”
“Where?” When her eyebrows raised, he kept it casual. “Just wondering.”
“Down below the bluff. We’ll see if the rain washed in anything interesting. It’s a pretty spring morning. Boats should be out.”
“Good luck with that.” He yanked her in for a kiss, gave the dog a quick rub. “See you later.”
She’d be within sight of the house, he thought as he swung onto his bike. And he’d already had a short, private conversation with Kevin about keeping an eye out.
Best he could do, but he wouldn’t be altogether easy until they found out what happened to Marla.
* * *
Naomi considered taking the car. She could drive nearly a half a mile closer, then take a track down through the woods—since she wanted shots there first—and make her way down to the shoreline.
But quiet area or not, she didn’t like the idea of leaving her car on the side of the road with her prints locked inside.
She got the leash, which immediately had Tag racing in the opposite direction. Since she had his number, she only shrugged and started down the curve of road.
He slunk after her.
She stopped, took a dog cookie out of her pocket. “You want this, you wear this until we’re off the road.” She held out the leash.
Dislike for the leash lost to greed.
He strained against the leash, tugged it, did his best to tangle himself in it. Naomi clipped it to her belt with a carabiner, stopped to frame in some white wildflowers the rain had teased open like stars on the side of the road.
He behaved better in the forest, occupying himself by sniffing the air, nosing the ground.
Naomi took carefully angled shots of a nurse log surrounded by ferns and blanketed with lichen and moss—yellows, rusty reds, greens on wood studded with mushrooms that spread like alien creatures. A pair of trees, easily ten feet high, rose from it, the roots wrapped around the decaying log as if in an embrace.
New life, she thought, from the dead and dying.
The long rain had soaked the green so it tinted the light. It seduced wildflowers to dance in sunbeam and shadow. It scented the air with earth and pine and secrets.
After an hour she nearly headed back, left the shoreline for another day. But she wanted the sparkle of sun on the water after the misty damp of the forest. She wanted the deeper, rougher green of those knuckles of land, the strong gray of rock against the blues.
Another hour, she decided, then she’d pack it up, run her errands.
Thrilled to be off the leash, Tag raced ahead. She turned onto the bluff trail, one he knew well now. He barked, danced in place whenever she stopped to take other pictures.
“Don’t rush me.” But she could smell the water now, too, and quickened her pace.
The trail angled down, and proved muddy enough from the rains that she had to slow again. Considering the mud, she realized she’d now have to wash the damn dog before running into town.
“Didn’t think of that, did you?” she muttered, and used handy branches to support herself on the slick dirt.
All worth it. Worth it all in that one moment when the water and pockets of land opened up through the trees.
She balanced herself, risked a spill to get shots of the view through low-hanging branches with their fernlike needles.
Down below it would be bright, sparkling, but here, with the angle, the fan of branches, the inlet looked mysterious. Like a secret revealed through a magic door.
Satisfied, she picked her way down to where the dog barked like a maniac.
“Leave the birds alone! I want the birds.”