Natalie Damschroder - Heavy Metal

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the authors imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

Copyright 2013 by Natalie J. Damschroder. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce, distribute, or transmit in any form or by any means. For information regarding subsidiary rights, please contact the Publisher.

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Ebook ISBN 978-1-62266-889-2

Print ISBN 978-1-62266-890-8

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First Edition August 2013

The author acknowledges the copyrighted or trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction: Bluetooth, Camaro, Cocoa Puffs, Coke, Cool Whip, Cross, Dodge Charger, Dumpster, Exxon Mobil, Facebook, Formica, Harley Davidson, Mercedes, Navy SEALS, Oldsmobile, Pepsi, Rolls Royce, Saturn, WiFi, Volkswagen Beetle, Walmart, Yellow Pages.

This book is dedicated to my kids and all their cousins, in alphabetical order:

Alex, Austin, Ayden, Caleb, Cole, Dakota, Ella, Ezri, Gracie, Hailey, Hannah, Harley, Haylee, Isis, Jack, Jacob, Jake, Logan, McKenna, Michael, Miller, Ryan, and Tyler

You are all gods and goddesses. Use your power wisely.

Rileys sneakers crunched on gravel as she crossed the pitted lot in front of the squat, rundown bar just off a quiet road in Bridgeport, Connecticut. There was no sign over the door to tell her she was in the right place. Even if she was, her information wasnt necessarily reliable. But shed reached her limit even before her car had been stolen, and now all she wanted was a moment to sit down and decide her next move. What it was would depend on who stood behind the bar when she went inside.

The door creaked when she pushed it open and thudded solidly behind her after she stepped through. She shoved her hands in the pockets of her denim jacket and glanced around. The room was dim, hazy even though smoking had been banned in bars and restaurants years ago. The tables and chairs were mismatched, some wood, some metal frames and vinyl seats, even a few molded plastic. Most were empty at this late hour. Riley had wanted to be here earlier, when it would be more crowded and she could linger unobserved, but the car thing had made that impossible.

She made her way past a couple leaning close over a two-top, ignoring their beers in favor of making kissy-faces. She settled with her back to a corner and studied the other people in the place. Stalling. Postponing the moment when she found Sam Remington, or didnt.

Three guys at the bar shouted at a replay of a European soccer match on the TV over their heads, groaning loudly when the goalkeeper made a diving save. At the other end of the battered expanse of oak, a grizzled old man held up two fingers at the bartender. He added some whiskey to the old guys glass, and when he spoke, his deep, slightly rough voice reached Riley easily.

Thats your limit, Tedley.

I can count, the old man groused, but he winked at the bartender and pulled a few crumpled bills from his pocket. A dimple flashed in the bartenders cheek before he turned to deposit the money in the till.

Riley sagged into her chair, her eyelids stinging. Shed found him. Maybe he could help her, maybe not. But for the first time in monthshell, in yearsshe had a move to make. Half an ounce of control, or at least the illusion of it.

Sam looked a little different from the video shed watched, oh, fifty-five times on the website for the Society for Goddess Education and Defense. His dark hair was longer, for one. Shaggier. It looked just as silky, though, when he shoved one side behind an ear. And his T-shirt hugged his chest and biceps much more lovingly than the tidy button-down hed worn in the video. She wouldnt have guessed he was so tall, either. At least six foot four. Her head would probably hit the center of his chest.

She swallowed and glanced away. The image that had flashed through her mind was definitely ill timed. No reason her head would ever have occasion to meet his chest. But if it did

What can I get you?

Riley jerked her head up. In the few seconds shed been fighting her thoughts, Sam had crossed the bar to her table. Why wasnt there a waitress working so he didnt have to leave the bar? Damn the assholes whod taken her car and made her get here so late.

The soccer guys called goodbyes over their shoulders, and the couple followed them out. Sam waved and then rested his hands on his hips, waiting for her order. She cleared her throat, the sound loud in the now-quiet bar. The TV was off. Maybe shed been lost in visualization longer than shed thought. And there was that chest again, the hollow between his collarbones set off perfectly by the slight V-neck of his gray shirt.

Uh, Coke, please.

Pepsi okay?

Yes, she said even though she hated Pepsi, just so hed walk away sooner. She needed time to think, to figure out how to approach him. She hadnt practiced anything before now, afraid to hope a vague Facebook reference could lead her to the right place. Traveling to Connecticut wasnt a big deal, since shed been on the move for what seemed like forever, but she didnt want to expect too much and be flattened when she wound up in limbo once again.

So while Sam drew her soda from the tap, she tried to come up with an opening gambit. It wasnt easy with her brain so fogged from fatigue. Shed been sleeping in her car as she traveled, not having enough money for a motel anymore. Shed walked a few miles to get to the bar, too, and while she wasnt out of shape, it added to the toll of a stressful day after a very long string of stressful days. And it was well after one in the morning.

She took a deep breath and shook off the haze. She shouldnt lose this opportunity. What if she didnt get it again? So maybe just keep it simple. Hi. What do you know about goddesses?

No, that was stupid. She knew what he knewit was all over the Society website. Brief mentions in news items and meeting agendas and press releases, plus that video about a new educational program, all added up to this guy is connected. But he wasnt one of them. He couldnt behe was male. That was the only reason she was here.

Maybe it would be best to blurt it all out. I need your help. Im all alone and crazy things are happening all around me, and everything Ive been raised to believe has been flipped on its head. Goddesses dont exist, but if thats the truth, then I must be crazy.

She snorted softly as Sam came around the bar with her soda in his hand. Hed shove her out the door and lock it behind her if that babble came out of her mouth.

He might do that anyway. The clock behind the bar said it was one-thirty, and Tedley shuffled across the uneven floorboards toward the exit. Surely Sam would want to lock up and go home.

Night, Ted, he called. See you tomorrow.

The old man waved a hand without looking up from his feet.