Once when they went twisting down into a dry dusty valley in a series of
tight curves and David snaked the Mustang down into it with his hands
darting from wheel to gear leaver, and his feet dancing heel and toe on
the foot pedals, she laughed aloud with the thrill of it.
They bought cheese and bread and a bottle of white wine at a village
cantina and ate lunch sitting on the parapet of a stone bridge while the
water swirled below them, milky with snow melt from the mountains.
David's thigh touched Debra's, as they sat side by side. He could feel
the warmth and resilience of her flesh through the stuff of their
clothing and she made no move to pull away. Her cheeks were flushed a
little brighter than seemed natural, even in the chill little wind that
nagged at them.
David was puzzled by Joe's attitude. He seemed to be completely
oblivious of David's bird dogging his girl, and he was deriving a
childlike pleasure out of tossing pebbles at the trout in the waters
below them. Suddenly David wished he would put up a better resistance,
it would make his conquest a lot more enjoyable, for conquest was what
David had decided on.
He leaned across Debra for another chunk of the white, tangy cheese and
he let his arm brush lightly against the tantalizing double bulge of her
bosom. Joe seemed not to notice.
Come on, you big ape, David thought scornfully. Fight for it. Don't
just sit there. He wanted to test himself against this buck. He was
big, and strong, and David could tell from the way he moved and held
himself that he was well coordinated and self-assured. His face was
chunky and half ugly, but he knew that some women liked them that way,
and he was not fooled by Joe's slow and lazy grin, the eyes were quick
and sharp.
You want to drive, Joe? he asked suddenly, and the slow grin spread
like a puddle of spilled oil on Joe's face - but the eyes glittered with
anticipation.
Don't mind if I do, said Joe, and David regretted the gesture as he
found himself hunched in the narrow back seat. For the first five
minutes Joe drove sedately, touching the brakes to test for grab and
pull, flicking through the gears to feel the travel and bite of the
stick, taking a burst of power through a bend to establish stability and
detect any tendency for the tail to break out.
Don't be scared of her, David told him, and Joe grunted with a little
frown of concentration creasing his broad forehead. Then he nodded to
himself and his hands settled firmly, taking a fresh grip, and Debra
whooped as he changed down to get the revs peaking.
He slid the car through the first bend and David's right foot stabbed
instinctively at a non-existent brake pedal and he felt his breathing
jam in his throat.
When Joe parked them in the lot outside the airport at Barcelona and
switched off the engine, all of them were silent for a few seconds and
then David said softly, Son of a gun!
Then they were all laughing. David felt a tinge of regret that he was
going to have to take the girl away from him, for he was beginning to
