Denise Swank - The Curse Keepers

The moment I laid eyes on him, I knew he was trouble.

He stood in the doorway of the New Moon restaurant, filling the space with his tall, slightly muscular frame and sucking the air from the room. Literally. As I focused on inflating my chest with the limited air supply, I tried to ignore the warning bells ringing in my head.

Always listen to your instincts.

My instincts had been honed by years of working as a waitress in a tourist town. You learn a lot about people working with the public.

From the beginning of May until the middle of September every year, my town of Manteo on Roanoke Island, North Carolina, was overrun with tourists. They came to see our quaint little town but mostly to see the alleged site of the first English colony to settle in North America, the Lost Colony of Roanoke. Everyone had a theory about what happened to the colony that settled on the Roanoke Island shores over four hundred years ago, from a massacre by neighboring Indian tribes to alien abduction. My family had their own take on what happened. A version Id forgotten fifteen years ago, except for the very basics.

The late lunch crowd was clearing out so it was that rare period in the summer when we got a breather before dinner. Marlena seated the guy in her section, but I could tell she did so grudgingly. She tried to fix me up with any man who walked in the door without a wedding ring.

I nearly groaned when I realized that Id checked.

I hurried out the back door and leaned against the building, gulping deep breaths as the brick pricked my arm. How can I be having an asthma attack? I dont even have asthma. Id never experienced anything like this before. No matter how much air I sucked into my lungs, I still felt short of breath.

After about five minutes, I got control of my panic and made myself go back inside.

Marlena had already taken the guys order, and he sat brooding over a beer, staring out the window onto the tourist-filled street. I only had two tables left and Marlena had rung both of them out while I was hiding out back. With nothing to do for the moment, I picked up a towel and wiped the bar counter in tiny, mindless circles. My chest felt tight, but my breathing was manageable. I must be coming down with a sudden summer cold. Finding a rational explanation settled my frayed nerves. Slightly.

You rub that spot any more and youre liable to wear a hole right through it. Marlena winked. She seemed to be breathing without any problem whatsoever. Someone got you shook up?

I shot her a scowl, then looked around the small restaurant. No one else seemed to be having issues either. Except for the guy Marlena had seated. His chest rose and fell at a slow, even pace, as if he were concentrating on the movement.

A small part of the back of my brain screamed that it knew what was going on, but I shushed it, pissed off the thought had even crossed my mind.

The curse was a fairy tale. It wasnt real.

No, I said to Marlena.

Then good. Im due for a break and the only one left in my station is that one. She shot a thumb in his direction. You wont mind finishing up Mr. Hottie for me.

I knew Id gotten off too easy with her putting him in her own section. Shaking my head, I turned my back to the dining room, just as I saw the man give me a quick glance. Nope. No way. He just sat down, and he hasnt even ordered his food yet. You take his order, then take your break.

He doesnt want any food, just the beer. Raising her eyebrows, she lowered her face to mine. Hes a fine-lookin man close to your age, and hes been eyeing you since he walked in the door.

Thats what worries me. But truth be told, that wasnt all that worried me. My difficulty breathing worried me. The fact that this guy dredged up all kinds of ugly, terrifying memories full of curse nonsense, the kind that drained the life out of my soulthats what worried me. The sooner Mr. Hottie walked out the door, the better.

Marlena nudged me with her shoulder. You should give him your number, Ellie.

My mouth gaped, and I quickly shut it, glaring. Im not giving him my number! I spat. I dont even know him. Besides, Im dating Dwight. And tonight is date number five. Tonights the night. I really needed tonight to be the night.

Dwight the insurance adjuster from Michigan? Youre still dating him? Marlena crossed her arms over her ample breasts and shot me a stern look. Marlena was an intimidating woman, standing nearly six feet tall with the body of a small linebacker. When Marlena put on that stern look, most people cowered in fear. Unfortunately for her, Id learned she was mostly bark. But she still scared me a bit. I just tried not to let her know it.

I put a hand on my hip and tilted my head in defiance. Of course Im still dating him. Why wouldnt I?

To my surprise, Marlena refrained from commenting on my tumultuous dating history, despite the fact that shed been forced to endure four years of listening to me complain. Sometimes in excruciating detail. Maybe she was worried if she pushed too far, I wouldnt give Mr. Hottie a chance. Releasing a sigh, she put her palm on the counter and leaned forward. Look, sweetie

I groaned, rolling my eyes. Every time she uttered Look, sweetie, I knew a lecture was coming.

Her mouth puckered in disapproval as she pointed a finger in my face. Dont you be rolling your eyes at me, Miss Elinor Dare Lancaster. You respect your elders.

Elders, my eye. Marlena was barely fifteen years older than me.

I know good and well that Dwights here on a temporary assignment. Which means hell be leaving soon, and youll be all alone.

So?

So, give that warm-blooded American man over there a chance, Ellie.

I pursed my lips, shooting a glance at the customer at table five. He took a sip of his beer and continued watching the crowd outside the window. His short-sleeved T-shirt showed off his muscular armsnot solid enough to make him look like a bodybuilder, but just enough to show that he was a man accustomed to working with his hands. Suddenly, my mind took a detour to forbidden territory, thinking what he might do with those hands. I shook my head to snap out of my stupor. It had been too long since Id had sex, and I wasnt entirely immune to an attractive guy. My defenses were weakening.

Sighing, I shook my head. For all you know, hes a tourist, so what makes him any different than Dwight?

Something about my demeanor signaled Marlenas victory, and she grinned. Hes ten times better looking, for starters. She thrust his bill into my hands. Youll thank me for it later. Now go. Turning with a laugh, she walked out the back door, calling into the kitchen, Ill be back in fifteen, Fred.

I studied the dining room after she left. People often lingered at their tables, seeking refuge in the air conditioning from the humid heat outside. Only two of the twenty tables were occupied: the table where the man Id tried to avoid for the last fifteen minutes sat, and a table with an older couple in my station. The couple, obviously tourists based on their camera sitting on the table and their Outer Banks T-shirts, had rung out with Marlena. They studied pamphlets while discussing where to go next and ignoring their half-full glasses. I took a pitcher of sweet tea and Marlenas bill folder and stopped at the couples table first. Would you like a refill?

The woman smiled, pulling her reading glasses off her nose. Oh, no, honey. We were about to leave.