rekindled(英文版)-第37部分

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nightgown。

〃You　still　sound　lousy；〃　he　informed　her；　as　though　that　settled　that；
but　she　was　impatient。

〃If　you　don't　want　to　hear　my　noise；〃　she　croaked；　〃don't　good　me　into
conversation。　Isn't　it　about　time　I　went　upstairs　to　the　other　bedroom？〃

He　grinned。　〃You　don't　like　sleeping　with　me？〃

〃I'm　not　'sleeping'　with　you；　as　the　expression　goes。　It's　more　like
sleeping　in　spite　of　you。　You　may　think　that　I'm　out　of　it；　but　I　feel
you　beside　me。　I　know　you're　there　。。。　all　night！　You　touch　me　just
enough　to　make　sure　I'm　all　right；　but　that's　all。　What　fun　is　that？〃

She　broke　into　a　fit　of　coughing　from　which　only　Mitch's　firm　slap　on
the　back　saved　her。　He　stayed　to　gently　rub　her　neck　and　shoulders；　his
touch　growing　more　seductive　by　the　minute。　She　hadn't　been　aware　of　his
other　hand　on　her　midriff　until　it　moved　upward。　Her　breast　tingled　at
its　touch。　She　gasped；　but　couldn't　pull　away。　His　palm　passed　around
and　over　her　nipple；　teasing　it　through　the　soft　flannel。　She　gripped
his　arm；　as　much　to　hold　it　there　as　for　support。

〃It　isn't　much　tin；　is　it？〃　he　said；　〃but　you'll　stay　down　here　for　now；
where　I　can　keep　an　eye　on　you。　In　a　few　days　you　can　go　back　upstairs。〃

〃In　a　few　days　I'll　be　going　home。〃　A　sad　thought；　indeed。　At　his　urging
she　lay　back　on　the　pillow。　Her　eyes　held　his。　She　waited。　〃Something
has　to　give；〃　he　said。　〃You　know　that；　don't　you；　Annie？〃

She　nodded。　They　were　nearing　the　point　where　a　kiss　alone　wasn't
enough。　Same　with　the　occasional　week　together。

〃Are　you　ready　for　more？〃　he　asked。

〃Are　you？〃

〃I　asked　first。〃

〃I　can't　answer　until　I　know　more。　Tell　me　about　your　family。〃

His　eyes　held　hers。　〃There　isn't　much　to　tell。　My　parents　are　alive　and
well　in　Manhattan。　My　father　is　retired。　He　has　been　for　several　years
now。　It's　nice。　Gives　him　time　to　spend　doing　other　things。〃

〃What　did　he　do？〃

Mitch　grinned。　〃He　was　a　concert　pianist。　I'm　sure　you'd　recognize　the
name　if　I　told　you。〃　He　didn't　offer　it；　nor　did　she　ask。　That　part　of
the　bargain　held。

Anne　was　intrigued。　〃That's　quite　a　switch…from　concert　pianist　to
business　tycoon　in　one　generation。　Was　the　musical　ability　passed　on　at
all？〃

He　smiled。　〃Can　I　carry　a　tune？　Fairly。　Can　I　play　the　piano？　No。　My
sister　does；　though。〃

Her　eyes　widened。　〃You　have　a　sister？　Is　she　older　or　younger　than　you？〃

He　gave　the　ceiling　a　one…eyed　squint。　〃Older　by　。。。　let's　see　。。。
three；　no　four；　minutes。〃

〃Years；〃　she　corrected　quietly。

〃Minutes；〃　he　reasserted；　laughing。

〃TWINS？〃

He　nodded。

〃Oh；　Mitch！〃　She　was　delighted。　〃That's　marvelous！　You　must　have　had　fun
growing　up！〃

〃Not　really。　She　was　always　taller；　smarter；　and　faster　than　I　was。〃

〃And　now？〃

He　grinned。　〃I've　caught　up。〃

〃There　must　have　been　some　advantage　to　being　the　runt　of　the　litter；〃
she　teased。

〃Oh；　there　was。　My　mother　pampered　me　more。　She　felt　sorry　for　me。〃

A　mischievous　gleam　danced　in　his　eyes。　〃I　suppose　that's　why　I　still
have　the　need　to　touch　and　be　touched。〃　He　took　her　hand　between　his
two。　Anne　refused　to　be　distracted。　〃Are　there　other　twins　in　the
family？〃

He　shook　his　head。　〃Just　Liz　and　me。〃

〃Liz？〃　A　bell　rang。　She　smiled　when　Mitch　realized　his　slip。　〃Hmmmm　。。。
Liz；〃　she　repeated　with　an　accusing　lilt。

He　grew　sheepish。　〃Now　you　know　my　secrets。〃

〃That　was　Liz　with　you　at　the　restaurant　before　Christmas。〃

〃Uh…huh。〃

〃Is　she　married？〃

〃It　didn't　work　out。　But　lately　she's　been　seeing　a　nice　guy。〃

〃What　does　she　do　with　her　music？〃

〃Actually；　she's　more　a　harpist　than　a　pianist。〃

〃Beautiful！〃　Anne　exclaimed。

〃Not　while　she　was　first　learning；〃　he　muttered。

Anne　gave　him　a　nudge。　〃You're　jealous　of　her　talent。〃

〃Maybe。〃　He　raised　her　hand　and　kissed　her　fingers　in　true　continental
style；　then　left　her　alone　to　rest。

That　night　Anne　had　a　nightmare。　It　was　more　frightening　than　any　she'd
had　since　she'd　been　a　child。　Bolting　upright　in　bed；　drenched　in　a　cold
sweat；　she　struggled　to　catch　her　breath　until　Mitch's　arms　came　around
her。

〃What　is　it；　honey？〃　he　asked　in　alarm。　The　room　was　dim；　bathed　eerily
in　the　blue　light　of　the　moon　as　it　spilled　over　the　snow　in　the　yard。

〃A　nightmare。　Oh；　God；　it　was　awful。〃　She　trembled　in　spite　of　his
steadying　hold。

〃Want　to　tell　me　about　it？〃

〃It's　that　court　case　hanging　over　my　head。〃

〃What　court　case？〃

〃The　accident。　My　husband's　family　has　been　pushing　me　to　sue　for
negligence。　I　agreed　at　first　because　I　was　as　angry　as　they　were　and　we
were　all　so　helpless。　Now　I'd　rather　put　the　whole　thing　behind　me。〃

Mitch　was　silent　for　a　time。　〃And　the　nightmare？〃　he　asked　quietly。　His
arms　were　exquisitely　tender　as　they　held　her　to　his　chest。

She　took　a　shuddering　breath。　〃I　dreamed　I　was　on　that　plane　with　Jeff
when　it　crashed；　but　that　I　wasn't　injured　and　had　to　stand　by　and　watch
while　he　burned　to　death。　There　were　no　doctors；　no　medics；　nothing　but
flames　and　smoke　and　debris　and　people's　screams。〃　She　buried　her　face
in　his　chest。　〃It　was　awful。〃

He　spoke　softly　against　her　hair。　〃I　know；　honey；　I　know。　But　it　was
only　a　dream。〃　His　nearness　forted　her。　〃Only　a　dream；〃　he　repeated
and　said　it　on　and　off；　between　gentle　rocking；　until　she　fell　back　to
sleep。

Mitch　seemed　preoccupied。　She　sensed　it　from　time　to　time　and　guessed
that　he　had　work　on　his　mind。　On　the　last　night　before　she　was　to　leave；
though；　she　looked　up　to　find　him　brooding　at　the　flames　in　the　hearth。
He　was　sitting　on　the　floor　by　her　chair；　with　his　legs　stretched　toward
the　warmth。

She　touched　his　shoulder。　〃Is　something　wrong？〃

Snatched　from　some　distant　place；　he　jerked　his　head　around。　〃Hmm？〃

〃You　look　bothered　by　something。　I'm　back　to　normal；　and　you　haven't
begun　to　fight　with　me。〃　She　gave　him　a　teasing　smile。　His　smile　was
oddly　sad。　〃I　seem　to　have　lost　my　taste　for　the　fight。〃

〃This　must　have　been　a　boring　week　for　you。〃

〃I　haven't　minded。　It's　been　restful。〃

〃Too　restful。　Tomorrow　is　my　last　morning　here。　Will　you　go　walking　with
me；　or　do　I　sneak　out　alone？〃

He　looked　back　at　the　fire。　〃I'll　go　with　you。〃

She　had　expected　an　argument；　something　to　the　tune　of　You're　not　well
enough　for　a　walk。　When　he　said　nothing；　she　knew　something　was
definitely　wrong。

But　he　wasn't　the　only　one　who　had　lost　his　taste　for　the　fight。　She
didn't　want　anything　to　mar　their　last　night。　So　she　let　it　go。　With　the
snowfall　still　fresh　on　the　deserted　mountain；　the　sight　greeting　them
the　following　morning　was　one　of　blinding　splendor。　The　sky　was　a　deep
blue；　the　air　cold　and　still。　Days　of　warm　sun　and　freezing　temperatures
had　created　a　crust　of　ice。　The　crunch　underfoot　echoed　as　they　made
their　way　across　the　hillside。　Bits　of　the　brook　that　weren't　frozen　ran
through　crystalline　palaces　of　branches　and　weeds。　The　only　other　signs
of　life　were　those　frozen　in　the　snow；　the　tracks　of　the　snowshoe　rabbit
or　the　packed　path　of　the　deer。

It　was　a　scene　of　rare　beauty；　all　the　more　beautiful　for　the　week…long
wait　to　see　it。　But　time　was　short。　Too　soon；　afternoon　arrived　and　the
moment　of　parting。

〃Are　you　sure　you　won't　stay　the　weekend？〃　Mitch　asked。　〃You　shouldn't
be　driving　so　far　yet。〃　Her　car　was　packed。　They　stood　beside　it。

His　wistfulness　added　to　Anne's　regret。　〃I　wish　I　could。　But　I　promised
my　folks　I'd　attend　a　hospital　benefit　with　them　tomorrow　night。　I　can't
let　them　down。〃

He　wrapped　an　arm　around　her。　〃Even　if　you're　letting　me　down？〃　His　eyes
dropped　to　her　lips。　Seconds　later　he　kissed　them。　It　was　a　gentle
caress；　sweet　torture　to　Anne's　reawakening　body。　She　wound　her　arms
around　his　neck　and　felt　him　tighten　in　response。　She　was　well　now。　Her
departure　was　imminent。　If　ever　there　was　a　time　for　ardor；　this　was　it。

The　kiss　deepened　and　the　fire　grew　hotter。　With　a　wildness　borne　of
desperation；　he　thrust　his　tongue　deeper　into　her　mouth；　and　Anne　reeled
at　the　sensation。　She　would　have　happily　returned　to　the　house；　to　that
same　bedroom；　that　same　large　bed　if　he'd　asked　just　then。　But　he
didn't。

With　a　shaky　breath；　he　drew　back。　He　took　her　hand；　pressed　something
in　it；　and　closed　her　fingers。　〃I　want　you　to　take　this。　It's　a　key　to
the　place。　I　have　a　few　hectic　weeks　ahead；　but　I'll　be　up　again　at　the
end　of　March。　If　you　want　to　e　at　any　time；　I　want　you　to。〃

Anne　was　deeply　touched；　but　that　wasn't　the　only　reason　her　eyes　filled
with　tears。　Frightened　that　she　would　make　a　fool　of　herself；　she
whispered　a　soft　thanks　against　his　cheek　in　a　final　hug；　pulled　away；
and　got　into　her　car。　She　headed　down　the　sanded　road　without　a　look
behind。　Parting　was　getting　harder　and　harder。

March　in　Vermont　was　the　time　of　unlocking；　that　period　during　which　the
frozen　ground　gradually　yielded　one　frigid　layer　after　another　to　the
power　of　an　ever…stronger　sun；　when　the　brooks　and　ponds；　rivers　and
lakes　lost　their　ice　to　the　rush　of　the　downstream　current。　It　was　a
time　of　the　loud　thrashing　of　formidably　cold　waters　against　their
banks。　It　was　a　time　of　mud。

Anne　hadn't　expected　that　when　she　left　New　York。　Taking　Mitch　up　on　his
offer　and　using　his　key；　she　arrived　several　days　in　advance　of　him。　The
excitement　was　in　being　there；　in　these　hills；　in　Mitch's　house。　Nothing
could　have　kept　her　away　longer。

〃You're　going　again？〃　her　mother　had　asked　in　surprise。

Anne　was　prepared　for　the　question。　She　had　done　her　homework。　〃It's
maple…sugaring　time。　I　wouldn't　miss　it　for　the　world。〃

Her　father　had　remarked；　〃I　wouldn't　be　surprised　if　you　turned　around
and　bought　that　place。　Pretty　soon　you'll　be　spending　more　time　there
than　you　do　here。〃

It　was　an　exaggeration；　of　course。　Still；　Ann　blushed。　The　cottage
already　had　an　owner；　a　hale　and　hearty　one；　who　appeared　to　be　in　no
way　interested　in　selling。　Fortunately　her　parents　had　never　learned　of
the　stranded　car　or　the　pneumonia　fiasco；　and　they　still　knew　absolutely
nothing　about　Mitch。

Anne　was　starting　to　feel　guilty　about　that。　She　had　always　been　close
to　her　parents。　They　had　been　understanding　and　solicitous　during　her
grief　It　occurred　to　her　that　they　would　want　to　know　when　she