《rekindled(英文版)》第75章

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　to　blame　me　for　w