“You kidding?”
“I’m telling you to let go. Stay on your side of the bed.”
“Are you talking to me?” Her tone was incredulous. “What’s wrong with you? Why do you have your clothes on?”
He frowned. Either her voice had changed or his drunkenness caused him to think it was someone else’s voice.
Or maybe it really was someone else’s voice.
His head moved on the pillow, and very slowly he turned over so that he could look at her face. While he turned, his eyes were wide open, and he saw the dark wall, the moonlit ceiling, then the window that showed the moon far out there. The moon was like a big spotlight that seemed to be focused on himself and his companion.
He was staring at her.
It was his stepmother.
Their eyes were only inches apart and they were gaping at each other as though they couldn’t believe what they saw. Lola had her mouth opened as wide as she could get it. Her lungs made a dragging sound as she gasped for air.
Kerrigan groaned without sound. He seriously pondered the problem of how to become invisible.