rekindled(英文版)-第30部分

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The　worst　of　it　was　that　that　she　didn't　see　him；　and　that　deep　inside；
in　a　place　she　didn't　want　to　know　about；　she　was　disappointed　because
of　that。　The　pain　went　on。

Relief　came　from　her　parents　in　the　form　of　an　invitation　to　spend　time
with　them　at　the　shore。　Yes；　they　tended　to　smother　her；　but　she　could
use　a　little　smothering　now。　She　wanted　to　be　pampered　and　loved。　She
wanted　to　be　protected　from　Mitch。　The　change　of　scenery　would　be　good。
She　planned　to　make　the　most　of　it。

The　first　of　May　found　her　dressed　in　a　bright　yellow　sundress；　waiting
beside　her　bags　at　the　front　entrance　of　her　apartment　building。　She
checked　the　street；　then　her　watch。　Her　parents　had　promised　to　be　there
at　one。　It　was　one…fifteen　now。　They　weren't　usually　late。

With　a　brief　word　to　the　doorman；　she　returned　to　her　apartment；　dialed
her　parents'　home　phone；　waited　through　ring　after　ring。　Assuming　they
were　on　their　way；　she　went　back　downstairs。　What　she　found　there
stopped　her　cold。

With　the　doorman's　ready　assistance；　her　bags　were　being　loaded　into　the
trunk　of　a　shiny　brown　Audi　that　she　didn't　recognize。　But　she　did
recognize　the　man　who　stepped　from　its　far　side。　He　was　sun…bronzed　and
gorgeous　in　a　pullover　and　white　ducks；　looking　as　handsome　and
masculine　as　could　be；　and　very；　very　smug。　Before　she　could　find　her
tongue；　he　opened　the　rear　door　of　the　car　and　leaned　in。　When　he
straightened；　he　was　carrying　the　most　beautiful　child　Anne　had　ever
seen。

Her　breath　faltered。　How　could　he？　He　wasn't　playing　fair；　wasn't
playing　fair　at　all…and　he　knew　it；　if　the　mischief　in　his　grin　meant
anything。

〃Hi；　Annie！〃　He　greeted　her　as　though　nothing　was　wrong。　〃Hope　we　didn't
keep　you　waiting　too　long。　Traffic　was　a　bitch。　I　think　we　have　all　your
bags。　Is　there　anything　else　inside？〃

Anne　may　have　been　thick　in　the　past；　but　she　wasn't　thick　now。　He　had
known　she　would　be　waiting。　He　had　known　what　time　to　e。　He　would
never　have　brought　the　child；　if　he　hadn't　been　sure　of　the　oute。
That　meant　her　parents　were　in　cahoots　with　him。

Had　it　been　Mitch；　alone；　she　would　have　turned　and　run。　But　when　she
looked　at　the　child；　she　was　lost。　The　six…year…old　wore　pink　bib…topped
shorts；　a　white　jersey；　and　clean　white　sneakers。　Her　limbs　were　tanned；
long　legs　dangling　around　Mitch's　thighs。　Golden　cascades　of　curly　hair
fell　half％way　down　her　back；　held　off　from　her　face　by　gaily　painted
barrettes　above　either　ear。　But　the　barrettes　were　small　and　couldn't
quite　hold　all　her　hair。　Short　wisps　escaped　into　tendrils　that　framed
her　face。　And　that　face？　If　Anne　hadn't　been　in　love　with　the　rest；　that
face　would　have　done　it。　It　was　softly　rounded　and　rosy　checked；　with　a
swarm　of　bright　freckles　over　the　bridge　of　a　button　nose；　and　eyes　that
were　chocolate…colored　and　soulful…and　staring　at　her。

〃Oh；　my；〃　Mitch　said。　〃I've　almost　forgotten　introductions　in　my　rush　to
get　going。　Anne；　this　is　my　daughter；　Rachel　Anderson。　Rachel；　this　is
Anne　Boulton。〃

With　more　poise　than　Anne　could　seem　to　muster；　the　child　extended　a
small　hand。　〃Hello；　Anne。　I'm　pleased　to　meet　you。　Daddy's　told　me　all
about　you。〃

Anne　held　her　hand；　loving　its　fragility　and　its　warmth。　〃Only　the　good
things；　I　hope？〃

Rachel's　eyes　rounded　quickly。　〃Oh；　my　daddy　would　never　say　anything
bad　about　you。　He…〃

〃That's　enough；　pumpkin；〃　Mitch　cut　her　off　with　a　squeeze。　〃You　can't
give　away　all　our　secrets；　now；　can　you？〃

The　child　broke　into　a　wide　grin；　displaying　a　mouthful　of　small　white
teeth　with　a　wide　gap　smack　in　the　middle　of　the　top。

Anne　was　enchanted。　〃That's　quite　some　hole　you've　got　there。　Did　the
good　fairy　bring　you　something　nice　for　those　teeth？〃

Again　the　grin；　along　with　owl　eyes。　〃I　got　a　whole　dollar　for　each　of
them。　Daddy　says　he　only　got　a　quarter　when　he　was　a　little　boy；　but
that　the　good　fairy　was　afraid　I　might　swallow　a　coin；　so　she　gave　me
paper。　I'm　really　glad；〃　she　bubbled　and　lowered　her　voice　in
confidence；　〃'cause　you　can't　buy　much　for　a　quarter。〃

Anne　laughed。　〃You're　a　perceptive　little　girl。〃

Mitch　appeared　to　agree。　Pride　was　written　all　over　his　face；　and　he　had
a　right　to　that　pride　where　the　child　was　concerned。　Not　where　his　own
behavior　was　concerned；　though。　For　starters；　he　should　be　ashamed　of
himself　for　using　her　as　a　shield。

〃Uh；　perhaps　you　ladies　are　ready　to　go。　The　sooner　we　leave　the　city；
the　sooner　we'll　reach　the　cabin。〃

The　cabin？　Her　heart　stopped。　She　couldn't　go　to　the　cabin。

But　Rachel's　eyes　were　glued　to　hers　and　Mitch's　held　clear　warning。

〃Rachel；〃　she　began　softly；　checking　back　over　her　shoulder；　〃do　you
think　you　might　wait　here　while　your　father　helps　me　out　with　one　last
thing　upstairs？　Maurice；　the　doorman；　will　keep　you　pany。〃

The　child　looked　to　her　father　for　permission。　He　kissed　her　and　set　her
back　in　the　car。　〃We'll　be　down　in　a　jiffy。〃　He　spoke　gently；　repeating
the　same　for　the　doorman。　Taking　Anne's　elbow；　he　escorted　her　inside。
As　soon　as　they　rounded　the　corner　and　were　out　of　the　child's　sight；
Anne　turned　on　him。　〃You　arranged　this　with　my　parents；　didn't　you？〃

He　grinned。　〃They're　wonderful　people。　When　I　explained　the　situation；
they　were　more　than　glad　to　help　out。〃

〃Well；　that's　just　fine；　but　I'm　not　going！　For　all　your　smugness　and
your　crafty　little　plans；　I'm　not　going！〃

His　grin　died。　〃I　told　Rachel　that　you'd　be　spending　the　week　with　us。〃

〃You　had　no　right　to　do　that。〃

〃But　it's　done。　She's　counting　on　your　being　there。　Would　you　disappoint
her？〃

Anne　was　exasperated。　〃How　can　you　use　her　like　this？　You　know　I　can't
hurt　her。〃

〃I　was　counting　on　that。〃

〃So　you're　going　to　go　out　there〃…she　pointed　a　shaky　finger　toward　the
street…〃and　tell　her　I　can't　go。〃

〃But　you　can。　Your　bags　are　packed　and　loaded。　Your　work　has　been
cleared　for　the　next　two　weeks。　There's　nothing　left　to　hold　you　here。〃

Anne　felt　trapped。　With　a　tired　sigh；　she　slumped　back　against　the　wall。
〃Why　don't　you　leave　me　alone？　Can't　you　see　that　I　don't　want　to　be
with　you？〃

He　was　sober　then。　〃That's　because　you　won't　listen　to　reason。　I've
tried　to　explain；　and　more　than　once；　but　you　wouldn't　answer　my　calls
or　let　me　in　when　I　banged　on　your　door。　You　wouldn't　give　me　the
courtesy　of　hearing　me　out。　So　now　I'm　asking　you；　for　Rachel's　sake；　to
e　with　us。　Just　this　once。　At　the　end　of　the　week；　if　you　still　feel
this　way；　I　will　leave　you　alone。〃

Anne　wondered　if　it　was　the　only　way　out。　She　couldn't　bear　the　thought
of　hurting　a　child　who　had　already　been　so　badly　hurt　in　life。　And　the
little　girl　would　be　a　chaperon　of　sorts。　What　harm　could　there　be？

〃Is　that　a　promise？〃　she　asked　cautiously。

〃Yes。〃　There　was　no　point　belaboring　the　matter。　With　a　defeated　sigh；
she　pushed　away　from　the　wall　and　returned　to　the　car　with　Mitch。

Within　the　hour　they　left　the　traffic　of　the　city　behind　and　sped
northward。　〃When　did　you　get　the　new　car？〃　Anne　asked；　groping　for
conversation　with　Mitch　as　Rachel　knelt　on　the　backseat；　studying　the
receding　skyline。

〃About　a　week　ago。　This　is　her　maiden　voyage。　The　Honda　was　a　bit　small
for　three。〃　The　eyebrow　that　arched　her　way　was　subtle；　but　Anne　had　to
marvel　at　his　presumption。　If　the　three　included　her；　he　had　paid　a
whole　lot　for　a　single　trip。

Rachel　poked　her　golden　head　between　the　bucket　seats　and　rubbed　her
cheek　against　the　soft　velour。　〃I　like　this　car。　Daddy　says　the　color
matches　my　eyes。〃

〃It　does；　at　that；〃　Anne　said　with　a　warm　smile。　How　not　to　smile　at　a
child　who　exuded　sweetness　like　this　one？　She　prayed　there　would　be
pouts；　crankiness；　and　temper　tantrums　as　the　week　progressed。
Otherwise；　she　could　be　in　big　trouble。

There　weren't　any　pouts；　crankiness；　or　temper　tantrums；　and　Anne　grew
more　and　more　attached　to　the　child。　Even　knowing　that　Mitch　contrived
it　didn't　detract　from　the　pleasure　Anne　took　in　simple　custodial　things
like　bathing　her；　bing　those　long　blond　curls；　helping　retie　the
shoelaces　that　came　undone　after　Rachel　laboriously　tied　them　herself。
There　were　substantive　things　to　cherish；　like　cookie　baking；　hikes　in
the　woods；　and　reading　stories　before　the　fire　at　night。

And　if　Anne　was　in　love；　she　felt　it　ing　right　back　from　Rachel。　Such
innocent；　heartfelt；　freely　given　affection　was　the　most　precious　thing
in　the　world。

Staying　indifferent　to　Mitch　was　a　problem；　but　she　did　her　best　and；　to
his　credit；　he　didn't　push。　She　slept　upstairs；　he　slept　downstairs；
with　Rachel　in　a　sleeping　bag　on　the　floor　of　his　room。　By　Wednesday
morning；　though；　Anne　felt　she　was　walking　a　tight…rope　of　conflicting
emotions；　with　Mitch　watching　from　morning　to　night　to　see　which　way　she
would　go。

Memory　nagged。　She　remembered　beautiful　times　here　with　Mitch；　innocent
times　of　fulfillment　and　love。　She　might　put　them　aside　in　New　York；　but
they　were　more　real　here　and　harder　to　flee。

Still　she　tried。　〃I'm　going　for　a　walk；〃　she　announced　after　a
postbreakfast　bit　of　brooding。

〃That's　a　good　idea；〃　Mitch　said　without　mockery；　but　then；　his
gentleness　was　part　of　the　torture。　〃Take　your　time。　I　think　I　can
manage　Rachel　for　a　few　hours。〃

Despite　the　little　girl's　protest；　Anne　left。　It　was　the　first　time　she
had　been　alone　since　they　had　arrived；　and　she　needed　it　badly。　She　was
feeling　frayed　at　the　seams；　but　there　were　still　two　days　left　in　the
week。　She　had　to　find　a　way　of　surviving。

Spring　was　everywhere。　What　had　been　damp　and　gray　a　month　before　was
now　a　fresh；　vibrant　green。　The　scent　was　of　rebirth；　spreading　upward
from　the　lush　carpet　of　new　grass　and　through　the　lime　leaves　that
clothed　long　tree　branches。　The　sounds　were　enchanting　ones…the　chirping
of　birds　from　nest　to　nest；　the　rustle　of　forest　creatures　in　the　newly
spreading　undergrowth。　Water　ran　freely　over　rocks　and　silt；　rushing
with　the　force　of　the　snows　that　melted　higher　up　the　mountain。　The
pasture　glowed　yellow　with　dandelions　and　pink　with　crab　apple　blossoms。
It　was　the　countryside　at　its　gayest　and　most　promising。

Not　so　her　heart。　Its　sadness　was　all　the　more　poignant　by　contrast。
Pebbles　scattered　before　her　shuffling　feet。　She　kicked　a　boulder　or
two。　When　she　finally　buried　her　head　on　her　arms；　the　tears　flowed　as
fast　and　free　as　the　brook　beside　her。　But　while　the　brook's　course　was
one　of　liberation；　Anne's　was　the　opposite。　She　was　in　an　emotional
prison。　Loving　Mitch　did　that。

In　time；　she　knelt　on　the　stones　and　splashed　her　face。　The　water　was　so
cold　that　she　gasped；　but　the　pain　felt　good；　and　the　invigoration　was
wele。　She　headed　slowly　back　toward　the　cottage；　winding　in　and　out
among　the　forest　paths；　physically　relieved　from　the　cry；　if　no　closer
to　a　solution。

Under　the　warmth　of　the　high　noon　sun；　she　arrived　at　the　house　to　an
unexpected　silence。　Assuming　that　father　and　daughter　were　out　in　the
woods　themselves；　she　passed　through　the　kitchen　to　the　living　room；
only　to　stop　short　at　the　sight　of　Mitch；　standing　tall　and　lean　at　the
front　window。　His　hands　filled　the　pockets　of　his　jeans　in　a　pose　that
was　more　idle　than　she　would　have　expected；　given　the　presence　of　a
vivacious　six…year…old。

〃Where's　Rachel？〃　she　asked。

He　faced　her。　〃She's　gone。〃

〃Gone。〃　But　he　wasn't　upset。　〃What　do　you　mean　gone？〃

〃My　parents　came　by　to　pick　her　up。　They're　continuing　on　to　Montreal
for　a　few　days。〃

〃You　mean；　she's　gone？〃　The　implication　of　it　was　only　slowly　seeping
in。

〃Yes。〃　His　eyes　held　hers。　〃You've　been　crying。〃

〃No。〃　She　felt　justified　lying。　He　had　tricked　her　again！

〃Your　eyes　are　red；〃　he　challenged　softly。

〃I　have　hay　fever；〃　she　snapped；　feeling　a　growing　fury。　〃You　planned
this；　didn't　you？　You　had　it　all　arranged　with　your　parents。　You
orchestrated　the　whole　thing；　using　Rachel　to　get　me　up　here；　then
conveniently　having　her　vanish。〃　Every　muscle　in　her　body　had　tensed。

〃Yes；〃　he　admitted　and　offered　no　excuse。

Anne's　eyes　blazed。　〃And　you　really　think　I'm　staying；　now　that　she's
gone？　Hell；　she　was　the　only　reason　I　agreed　to　e　up　here　in　the
first　place！〃

He　began　to　move　toward　her。　〃Was　it；　Anne？　Was　it　really？　Be　honest
with　yourself〃

She　was　suddenly　afraid。　〃I　am！　That　was　why　I　came　up　here。〃　She　put　up
a　hand　to　ward　him　off　and　took　a　step　backward。　〃Don't　e　any　closer。
Don't　you　dare　touch　me…〃

〃Or　what？　Haven't　we　been　through　this　before？　We're　right　back　at　the
beginning；　Annie。　Face　it。　No　child。　No　deposition…taking。　No　other
pretense。　Just　you　and　me。〃

〃It's　not　that　simple！〃　she　cried　and　took　another　step　back。　He　was　too
tall；　too　attractive；　too　near。　〃I　can't　forget　those　things。　They're
all　here；　even　if　you　try　to　deny　them；　and　nothing　can　change　the　fact
that　I　didn't　want　to　see　you；　that　I　don't　want　to　have　anything　to　do
with　you！〃

But　her　body　was　trembling。　It　remembered　how　he　felt　and　responded　the
closer　he　came。

He　continued　his　advance　until　she　was　backed　against　a　wall。　〃I　don't
believe　you；〃　he　informed　her　smoothly。　〃I　think　you　want　the　opposite。〃

She　shook　her　head　in　denial。　〃Don't；　Mitch。　Get　away　from　me。〃　But　her
warning　was　a　whisper；　and　a　faltering　one　at　that。　She　was　between
Mitch　and　the　wall；　between　a　rock　and　a　hard　place。　She　was　wondering
where　to　go；　when　he　flattened　his　hands　on　the　wall　by　either　shoulder。

〃This　has　gone　on　long　enough。　I'm　going　to　talk　now；　and　you're　going
to　listen。　My　patience　is　wearing　thin。〃

〃Your　patience？〃　she　cried；　raising　her　eyes　to　his。　〃What　about　mine？

And　what　about　my　feelings？　But　then；　you　never　were　all　that　concerned
about　what　would　happen　to　me　after　you'd　taken　everything　you　wanted！

You　are　the　most　selfish；　arrogant；　ruthless…〃

The　list　of　scathing　expletives　would　have　gone　on　if　he　hadn't　stopped
them　with　his　mouth。　She　tried　to　pull　back；　to　twist　her　head　away；　to
push　him　off。　But　he　was　bigger；　stronger；　and　determined。

He　drew　her　from　the　wall　and　into　his　arms；　kissing　her　so　vehemently
that　her　breath　was　cut　off。　At　the　instant　she　would　have　collapsed；　he
eased　his　grip；　breathing　raggedly　for　a　moment　before　capturing　her
lips　again。

This　time　was　different。　His　mouth　was　more　persuasive　now；　moving　with
gentleness　and　sensual　sureness。　Anne　might　have　been　able　to　resist
force；　but　a　caring　kiss　was　something　else。　Her　body　was　weak；　her　mind
muddled。　While　her　arms　continued　to　apply　a　token　pressure　against　his
chest；　her　lips　betrayed　her。　Gradually　they　softened；　then　opened；　then
drank　helplessly　of　his　kiss。

When　he　finally　raised　his　head；　she　bowed　hers　and　dissolved　into
helpless　tears。

〃Don't　cry；　Annie。　Please。〃　Sounding　tormented；　he　held　her　tightly
until　she　gradually　quieted。　〃I　won't　hurt　you。　Please　believe　me；
honey。　I've　never　meant　to　hurt　you。　I　just　want　you　to　listen　to　what　I
have　to　say。〃

〃Do　I　have　a　choice？〃　she　finally　whispered。

He　smiled。　〃No。〃

She　remained　docile　as　he　led　her　to　the　chair　before　the　cold　hearth。
The　same　wings　that　had　once　been　blinders　against　the　dark；　now　blotted
out　all　but　Mitch。

He　raked　a　hand　through　his　hair。　〃I　know　what　you　must　be　thinking
about　me；　but　you're　wrong。　It's　unfair　of　you