One Snowbound Weekend.... Christy Lockhart

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      Two

      Even though the heartbeat of sensual awareness pulsed between them, she realized Shane was telling her what she wanted to hear, nothing more. Angie studied the pine-green depths of his eyes and saw the shadow of deceit. “Why are you lying to me?”

      He dragged a hand through his hair, scattering a lock of dark brown across his forehead. “Can we postpone this until you’re feeling better?”

      Angie prided herself on her strength. Without it, she would never have walked away from her father and the marriage he’d been arranging for her.

      She’d shown courage in defying expectations, and she wouldn’t stop asking questions now.

      “I’ll get the first aid kit,” Shane said, severing the contact of their gazes. He pushed to his feet and headed into the bathroom.

      Restless and confused, she tossed the colorful Navajo blanket back from her shoulders and moved to the fireplace, crouching to ruffle the dog’s fur. Hardhat was adorable, especially with the red bandanna tied around his neck. It was odd that she couldn’t remember their dog. It was even stranger that she couldn’t remember her fight with Shane, no matter how hard she tried.

      But their lovemaking…that she remembered….

      He returned, freezing when she saw her petting the dog. “The doctor said you need rest.”

      “How did we end up getting a dog?”

      “Hardhat was a stray on a construction site in town. One day he followed me home and never left.”

      “When?”

      Carefully, his expression neutral, he said, “Recently.”

      “Stop with the half truths, Shane.”

      His knuckles whitened against the bottle of peroxide.

      “How recently?” she repeated.

      “Angie—”

      “You told me we’d talk about it,” she reminded him.

      “Later. I said we’d talk about it later.”

      She stood and squared her shoulders, facing him. “We made an agreement to always be open and honest with each other. Do you remember?”

      He put the first aid kit and the peroxide on the coffee table. “I’m not keeping secrets.”

      “Then help me understand.” She loved Shane with her whole heart and soul. If something was wrong, she’d do anything, anything to fix it.

      Ignoring the thudding ache in her temples she asked, “Why don’t you want me to touch you? You usually encourage me to feel your body, massage the knots out after you’ve worked all day, wash your back when you shower and then dry you before you carry me to bed….

      “Do you remember the day we moved in here? You were determined we’d have some kind of honeymoon. Sarah stayed with Kurt Majors’s family and you insisted we make love in nearly every room of our new home in the first twenty-four hours. We tried the kitchen first.”

      His nostrils flared, and a corresponding awareness cascaded through her insides. “What happened between us?” she asked quietly.

      “Dammit, Angie, the doctor said—”

      “Forget the doctor, Shane.” She took a step toward him. His breathing changed, and she took a second step. “This is about you and me. About us.” Stopping only inches from him, she placed her hand on his chest, feeling his strength beneath the soft cotton of his flannel shirt. “I want answers.”

      “I don’t think you’re up to it.”

      He placed his hand on top of hers, holding her still and not letting her hand wander. That wasn’t like him. Nor was the tension sketched beside his eyes.

      “Let me decide that, okay? I need to understand why the man I married is acting like a stranger. I need to know why you’re shutting me out.”

      Indecision clouded across the green of his eyes, making them murky. Eventually he sighed. “You asked if we had a fight. We did.”

      “We’ve had other fights.”

      “Not like this.”

      “Worse?”

      “Yeah.”

      Wind slashed against the large windows, shaking them in their wooden casings.

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