Swamp Ghosts Excerpt #5
Swamp Ghosts Excerpt
GUNN PULLED UP in front of Maggie’s house just in time to see her garage door going up. He turned off his headlights, cut the ignition, and sat watching her for a moment, not sure if she had seen him yet. She was standing on tiptoe, pulling down the canoe cushions from one of the shelves along the wall of her garage. Her arms were raised over her head, and her body was defined by the glow of the garage lights. She was wearing khaki shorts and a tank top, showing off her lithe figure to perfection—tall and slim, with curves that stretched the knit top in just the right ways.
Okay, Gunn…enough staring at the lovely Captain Devlin. She probably has some kind of built-in radar device that pings every time a guy ogles her, and you’re already skating on thin ice in that regard. Get out and go help her load the canoe.
He admired Maggie’s beautiful, long legs one more time, then hopped out of the SUV, and walked up to the garage.
She turned, surprised, and glanced at her watch. “You’re ten minutes early. Most people don’t think I really mean it when I say be here at 5:30.”
“I’m not most people. I don’t like to keep anyone waiting, and I know we need an early start, if we want to see anything good. So, what can I do to help?”
In ten minutes, they had the canoe on Maggie’s truck, the bed loaded, and they were ready to go. Less than ninety minutes later, as the sun was rising to bathe the day in a warm, pink and gold radiance, they were paddling up a small, dark stream, at least twice removed from the St. Johns River. The water was a sheet of smooth, black glass, reflecting every puff of cloud in the morning sky. Ancient cypress trees with moss-green needles stood sentinel along each bank, with the huge, snowy blooms of swamp lilies keeping bright company beneath them. Gunn was transported.