rekindled(英文版)-第7部分

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gargantuan　offerings　of　turkey；　stuffing；　salads　and　vegetables　and
fruit　molds；　pies　and　cakes　and　other　goodies；　not　to　mention　the
pany　of　aunts　and　uncles　and　cousins　galore。　Later　that　night；　she
and　Crystal　had　dropped　in　at　Sandra's　house；　where　a　party　had　been　in
progress。

Sandra　had　been　their　best　friend　through　carefree　high　school　years。
They　hadn't　seen　her　since　September　when　she　had　left　to　go　to　college
in　New　York；　where　her　older　brother　lived。

Ross　was　that　brother's　friend。　From　the　moment　Chloe　set　foot　into　the
Brownings'　living　room　her　eye　was　drawn　to　him。　He　had　seemed　to
represent　all　the　things　she　had　never　knowrmonconformity；　independence；
singularity。　Even　in　a　crowd；　he　stood　out。　Sandra　had　said　he　was　in
the　Peace　Corps；　stationed　in　Africa。　He　was　tall　and　breathtakingly
attractive　in　a　wholly　new　and　exciting　way　for　Chloe。　〃Gorgeous；　isn't
he？〃　Crystal　had　whispered　in　the　ear　of　her　twin。

〃I'll　say。　What　do　you　think　he's　doing　here？〃

〃That's　a　dumb　question。　He's　visiting　the　Brownings　like　we　are。〃

They　stood　with　their　heads　together；　both　pairs　of　eyes　glued　to　Ross。

Chloe　asked；　〃Do　you　think　he　has　a　girl？〃

〃A　guy　like　that？　Girls；　plural。　He's　oozing　virility…or　hadn't　you
noticed？〃

〃I　noticed；〃　Chloe　drawled。　〃Think　he'll　notice　us？〃

〃Why　not？　We're　rich　and　beautiful　and　sexy…〃

〃　…and　young。〃

Crystal　bristled。　〃What's　that　got　to　do　with　anything？〃

〃If　he's　Sammy's　friend；　Crystal；　he's　ten　years　older　than　we　are。　You
don't　really　think　he'd　be　interested；　do　you？〃

〃God；　Chloe；　you　are　a　stick…in…the…mud。　Of　course　he'll　be　interested。
Men　like　freshness。　And　we　are　rich　and　beauti…〃

〃I　know；　I　know；〃　Chloe　interrupted　the　litany；　feeling　a　sudden
surprising　disdain　for　her　sister's　arrogance。　So　often　the　arrogance
was　shared。　As　the　babies　of　the　family…and　twins；　at　that…they'd　been
reared　like　royalty。　For　the　first　time；　however；　Chloe　wondered　whether
men　like　this　stranger　were　attracted　to　royalty。　Was　being　rich　and
beautiful　and　sexy　all　that　mattered？　Something　told　her　that　this
divine…looking　man　would　seek　more；　something　in　his　gaze　as　he　slowly
turned　it　their　way。

〃Wow；〃　Crystal　whispered。　〃I'm　going　after　him。〃

〃Oh；　no。　It's　my　turn；〃　Chloe　whispered　back　with　matching
determination。　〃You　got　Roger。　This　one's　mine。〃

〃He　won't　want　a　stick…in…the…mud。　You　think　we're　too　young　for　him。〃

〃I've　changed　my　mind。　Besides；　he's　looking　at　me；　not　you。〃

Crystal　snorted。　〃Arbitrary　choice。　We　look　exactly　alike。〃

〃All　of　a　sudden　we　look　exactly　alike？〃　Chloe　choked。　〃What　about　that
'added　bit　of　spice'　you　claim　to　have？　What　about　your　last…born　'glow
of　vulnerability'？〃

Crystal　crinkled　her　nose。　〃He　can't　see　all　that　at　this　distance。〃

But　Chloe　was　vehement。　〃I　have　a　feeling　about　him。〃

〃You　always　have　feelings　about　people。　I'm　the　doer。　Remember？〃

〃Not　this　time。〃

〃Chloe　。。。〃　Crystal　warned　in　a　singsong　murmur。

〃Crystal　。。。〃　Chloe　warned　right　back。　〃We'll　toss　a　coin。　Heads；　I
win。〃

Crystal's　eyes　narrowed。　〃I'll　do　the　tossing。　You　always　seem　to　win。〃

It　was　true。　While　Crystal；　with　her　heightened　impishness　and
propensity　for　instigating　trouble；　was　often　at　the　fore　in　their
mischief…making；　Chloe　invariably　won　the　toss　of　the　coin。　And　with
good　reason。　As　the　more　levelheaded　of　the　two；　she　was　expected　to　be
the　one　to　produce　the　coin。　It　came　from　a　secret　fold　in　her　wallet
and　served　no　other　purpose　than　this。　It　would　never　have　passed　for
currency。　It　had　two　heads。　But　Crystal　never　knew　that；　not　even　when
she　did　the　tossing　herself。

And　so；　with　the　keenest　of　amber　eyes　pulling　her　forward；　Chloe　had
approached　the　mysterious　man　of　the　love　generation。　Initial　silence
had　given　way　to　the　exchange　of　smiles；　then　names。　There　was　brief
small　talk；　amid　a　riot　of　steamy　looks。　The　party　had　paled。　Forgetting
their　friends；　they　had　wandered　onto　the　patio；　then　taken　refuge　by
the　pool。　Later　they　had　moved　on　to　the　sloping　lawn　of　Sandra's
parents'　estate。

Chloe　shifted　slowly　in　the　tub。　The　heat　of　the　water　had　dissipated；
but　was　replaced　by　the　heat　of　her　body　as　she　remembered。　It　had　been
warm　that　night。　The　crescent　moon　had　been　brilliant；　repeated　in　the
white　smile　that　split　Ross's　dark　beard　when　he　looked　down　at　her。

〃You're　a　vision；　Chloe；〃　he　whispered；　sharing　her　fascination。　〃Are
you　real？〃

〃I'm　real；〃　she　whispered　back　and　was　suddenly；　uncharacteristically
tongue…tied。

But　further　words　were　unnecessary。　The　guest　house　where　Ross　was
staying　was　on　a　far　corner　of　the　estate。　He　took　her　there；　pausing
along　the　way　to　kiss　her；　to　assure　her　with　a　protective　embrace　that
he　wouldn't　hurt　her；　and　he　hadn't。　He　had　been　a　masterful　lover；　so
very　gentle　undressing　her；　so　very　subtle　baring　his　potentially
frightening　body；　so　very　patient　as　he　coaxed　her　to　heights　of　desire；
then　tender　when　he　took　her　virginity。　When　tenderness　gave　way　to
driving　passion；　she　rose　with　him；　reveling　in　an　ecstasy　she　had　never
known　before。

Ross's　lovemaking　had　been　a　magical　experience。　She　would　always
cherish　it。

She　stirred　in　the　tub；　suspended　between　the　world　of　memories　and　the
present。　In　a　final　indulgence；　she　submerged　her　hand　and　touched　the
skin　Ross　had　touched；　traced　the　curves　he　had　traced。　Thoughts　of　him
were　fresh　and　near。　She　sighed　in　delight。

Then　her　back　slipped　on　the　porcelain。　With　a　jerk；　she　sat　up；　but　not
before　her　hair　got　wet。　Hissing　her　annoyance；　she　reached　for　a　towel
to　wrap　around　her　head；　then　soaped　herself　quickly　and　climbed　out。　A
lovely　trip　into　the　past　had　ended　in　frustration。　Satisfaction　would
not　be　forthing。　Nor　would　there　be　a　respite　from　the　guilt　she
still　felt。

For　the　guilt　was　only　in　part　related　to　the　act　of　loving　Ross。　Its
other　part　was　Crystal。　Crystal…her　twin。　Crystal…her　alter　ego。
Crystal…who　had　never　known　that　same　joy；　but　should　have；　should　have
at　least　once　before　her　death　such　a　short　time　later。

The　long　ponytail　bobbed　against　her　neck　as　Chloe　jogged　on　the　beach。
Indian　summer　had　e　to　Rhode　Island；　bringing　bright　sun　and　a　heat
that　was　unusual　for　mid…October。　She　wasn't　about　to　plain；　though。
All　too　soon　her　daily　run　would　require　a　sweat　suit；　hat；　and　gloves。
Now　she　delighted　in　the　freedom　of　shorts　and　tank　top；　which　allowed
her　arms　and　legs　to　breathe。　The　sweat　that　dotted　her　brow　trickled
across　her　temple　and　down　along　her　hairline。　It　glistened　on　her　skin；
adding　glow。

It　had　been　two　weeks　since　she　had　seen　Ross　Stephenson；　two　weeks
since　his　presence　had　stunned　her。　He　had　a　way　of　doing　that；　she
mused；　as　she　dodged　a　piece　of　driftwood　that　had　washed　up　on　the
beach。　The　slap　of　her　sneakers　on　the　wet　sand　evened　out。

Eleven　years　before；　Ross　had　scored　a　coup；　conquering　her　mind　and
body　within　hours。　Their　encounter　two　weeks　ago　had　been　under　vastly
different　circumstances；　but　it　was　nearly　as　devastating。

The　physical　attraction　between　them　hadn't　diminished。　If　anything；　it
was　more　awesome　than　before；　if　her　recollection　of　that　kiss　in　the
Wayward　Sailor's　kitchen　was　correct。　He　had　to　have　known　how　he　would
affect　her；　which　made　his　disappearance　the　next　morning　all　the　more
unforgivable。

Chloe　hadn't　known　what　to　expect…whether　Ross　would　wake　her　or　meet
her　downstairs　for　breakfast。　She　had　assumed　that；　at　the　very　least；
he　would　drive　her　back　to　her　car。　But　a　maid　had　awakened　her　at
seven；　putting　a　pot　of　fresh　coffee　and　a　plate　of　sweet　rolls　on　the
small　stand　by　her　bed　before　scurrying　back　out；　and　when　Chloe　reached
the　front　desk；　she　learned　that　Ross　had　already　checked　out。

She　was　immediately　disappointed；　then　annoyed　with　herself　It　was
better　this　way。　She　was　too　vulnerable；　if　the　previous　night's　kiss
meant　anything。　Ross　made　her　feel　beautiful　things；　things　she　didn't
deserve。

She　was　alive。　That　was　enough。　She　reasoned　that　it　was　far　better　that
he　should　be　gone　from　her　life。

When　the　day　manager　had　handed　her　Ross's　note；　though；　she　was　livid。
〃Chloe；〃　he　had　scrawled　in　a　bold　hand；　〃Had　to　leave　to　catch　the
early　plane。　Your　car　is　taken　care　of　Someone　from　the　inn　will　take
you　there。〃　It　was　signed；　〃Love；　Ross。〃　and　was　punctuated　with　a
period　as　a　statement　of　fact。

He　had　no　business　doing　that；　had　no　business　using　the　word　love　so
blithely。　But　that　was　the　least　of　it。　It　seemed　that　he　had　paid　her
tab　at　the　inn　and　the　cost　of　a　new　battery　and　its　installation。

She　ran　on　down　the　beach；　struggling　to　forget　about　Ross；　to　push　him
from　mind；　to　focus　on　work。　But　he　remained；　along　with　her　wounded
pride。　She　had　stewed　all　the　way　from　Rye　to　Little　pton　that
morning。　On　arriving　home；　she　had　gotten　the　address　of　the　Hansen
Corporation　and　sent　a　check　out　in　the　mail　that　same　day；　with　a　note
that　was　much　less　personal　than　his。

〃Enclosed　is　a　check　to　cover　the　expenses　I　incurred　last　night　and
this　morning。　Chloe　Macdaniel。〃　She　hadn't　asked　him　to　take　care　of
her。　She　didn't　need　him　to　take　care　of　her。　She　didn't　want　to　feel
beholden　to　him　in　any　way；　shape；　or　form；　because　one　thing　was　clear。
She　had　picked　herself　up　after　Crystal's　death　and　built　a　new　life。
She　wasn't　letting　anything　threaten　it。

With　firm　resolve　she　made　a　gentle　semicircle　and　jogged　more　slowly
back　toward　where　she　had　left　her　towel　on　the　rocks　at　the　sea　side　of
her　home。

As　she　approached；　though；　it　wasn't　the　house　that　caught　her　eye　but
the　tall　figure　that　moved　away　from　it　and　began　to　walk　to　the　beach。
She　stopped　short。

He　was　dressed　in　casual　navy　slacks　and　a　plaid　shirt　that　was
unbuttoned　at　the　neck　and　rolled　to　the　elbows。　His　dark　hair　tumbled
in　disarray　across　his　brow。　Even　from　a　distance　he　looked　threatening
in　a　divine　kind　of　way。

He　must　have　been　watching　for　her；　must　have　stood　by　the　living　room
window　until　she　had　e　into　sight。　If　Lee　hadn't　been　there　to　answer
the　door；　he　might　have　left。　Now　she　was　caught…and　annoyed。

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