Chapter Twenty-five
I can barely breathe. Do I want to hear this? Christian closes his eyes and
swallows. When he opens them again, they are bright but diffident, full of
disquieting memories.
“It was a hot summer day. I was working hard.” He snorts and shakes his
head, suddenly amused. “It was backbreaking work shifting that rubble. I was
on my own, and Ele—Mrs. Lincoln appeared out of nowhere and brought me
some lemonade. We exchanged small talk, and I made some smart-ass
remark . . . and she slapped me. She slapped me so hard.” Unconsciously,
his hand moves to his face and he caresses his cheek, his eyes clouding at
the memory. Holy shit!
“But then she kissed me. And when she finished, she slapped me again.” He
blinks, seemingly still confounded even after all this time.
“I’d never been kissed before or hit like that.”
Oh. She pounced. On a kid.
“Do you want to hear this?” Christians asks.
Yes . . . No . . .
“Only if you want to tell me.” My voice is small as I lie facing him, my mind
reeling.
“I’m trying to give you some context.”
I nod in what I hope is an encouraging manner. But I suspect I may look like a
statue, frozen and wide-eyed with shock. He frowns, his eyes searching
mine, trying to gauge my reaction. Then he turns onto his back and stares up
at the ceiling.
“Well, naturally, I was confused and angry and horny as hell. I mean, a hot
older woman comes on to you like that—” He shakes his head as if he still
can’t believe it.
Hot? I feel queasy.
“She went back into the house, lea一ving me in the backyard. She acted as if
nothing had happened. I was at a total loss. So I went back to work, loading
the rubble into the dumpster. When I left that evening, she asked me to come
back the next day. She didn’t mention what had 467 | P a g e
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happened. So the next day I went back. I couldn’t wait to see her again,” he
whispers as if it’s a dark confession . . . because frankly it is.
“She didn’t touch me when she kissed me,” he murmurs and turns h
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