you know how to get to the highway?”
“I’ve got a GPS,” Jules said. “It’s 2015, you know.”
Seth laughed.
“Not in Obsidian, it isn’t,” he said. “75020 Copper Mesa Road.”
“Got it,” said Jules. “See you soon.”
She hung up, then spent a moment staring at her phone, just grinning like an idiot before tossing her phone onto the table.
As she walked to the bedroom, she did a little shimmying dance, shaking her hips back and forth and rolling her shoulders.
“Who’s got a hot date?” She asked the empty interior of the RV, pointing both her thumbs at herself. “I’ve got a hot date!”
I’m pretty sure that’s Copper Mesa, Jules thought, driving up Seth’s long driveway, glancing at the dark, hulking mass that blocked the stars.
Maybe it’s another one, though. This part of Utah’s lousy with the things, after all.
In the dark she couldn’t tell how far away it was, a mile or fifty miles.
The house wasn’t what she’d been expecting at all. It was big and old, most of the windows glowing with light inside. It needed some work — a paint job for sure — but it wasn’t shabby or falling apart.
Someone built this place a long time ago, she thought. Probably before there was electricity. Someone worked really, really hard to build this house, and they really loved it.
Seth waited on the porch, leaning against one of the columns, and when Jules pulled up he hopped down the stairs and crossed the driveway. Jules swallowed hard, just watching him walk. A tiny part of her thought that it had to be some kind of trick, or Seth would turn out to have a clown fetish or a collection of toenails, or something , because he was really too hot to be true.
“Thanks for the ride,” he said, getting in and buckling up. Even in the dark, she could practically see his near-gold eyes flash.
“Where to?” Jules asked, shifting the truck into reverse, making a three-point turn, and then heading back down the long driveway. To their right, the mesa still hulked, silent and a little menacing.
Jules decided to not bring up the mine, not yet anyway. She could at least wait until she was sure about where it would be.
“You like burgers and fries?” Seth asked.
“Sure,” said Jules.
“Good. After we hung up, it occurred to me that you might be vegetarian, and then I’d really be screwed.”
Jules laughed.
“Nope,” she said.
“Then we’re going to Big Mary’s, Obsidian’s best and only restaurant with table service.”
“I’m really getting the VIP service,” Jules teased. “And then, bowling?”
“If we can get a lane,” Seth confessed. “The High Desert Fun Factory only has three, so sometimes they’re full.”
“I’m kind of surprised that you’ve got a bowling alley at all,” she said, turning onto the highway and picking up speed. “I mean, you’ve only got dialup internet.”
“We’re getting cable!” said Seth. “They’re extending it down Lake Powell, and they’re putting a spur out to Obsidian and a couple other towns out here.”
“You’ll come screaming into the twenty-first century,” Jules said. “Okay, where am I going?”
“I thought you had a GPS and didn’t need directions,” Seth teased. “Two more blocks, and then it’s on the corner on your right. Just park wherever.”
When they walked inside, Jules realized that something was off . The sign at the front simply said, “Please Seat Yourself,” but when she walked to a table by the windows, Seth made a face.
“How about that booth?” he said, pointing.
“It’s right by the kitchen,” she protested.
“Humor me?” he said. Then he smiled and flashed his dimples.
Jules gave in instantly. As they walked away, she glanced at the table behind Seth. The people sitting there were a perfectly normal family, but the two adults had stopped eating for a moment and gone still, their eyes watching Seth.
As they walked across the room, she realized that as Seth walked past,
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