That Kind Of Girl. Kim Mckade

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СКАЧАТЬ you refused to take me with you. It would have been a colossal mistake, and I’m grateful that you had sense enough to see that at the time. And as for me wasting my life…” She sighed and raked a hand through her hair. “You haven’t wasted your life, have you, Colt? You pursued your dreams and became very successful. And what good has it done you? You’re still the same bitter, hateful person you were when you left Aloma. Only now, I believe you’re even harder than you used to be. The boy I knew would never have deliberately tried to hurt me the way you just did.”

      She stood and brushed off the back of her dress. Her voice quiet, but steady, she said, “Damn you, Colt. Damn you for saying that. And damn you for thinking it.”

      She gathered her equipment, refusing to give in to the tears that built behind her eyes.

      Colt grabbed her arm as she moved by him. “Becca, wait.”

      She faced him, her teeth clenched, determined that he wouldn’t see a trace of hurt in her eyes, would only see the anger she was fully justified in feeling.

      “Damn it,” he said softly. He kissed her, hard, and she could feel the frustration vibrating off him. She let him, because she knew he was looking for a fight and she refused to give it to him.

      When he drew his head away, she met his gaze squarely. “Was that guilt, too, Colt?” She was fiercely proud that her voice, if soft, at least didn’t tremble.

      He scowled and backed away, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

      “Well, was it? If you’re going to do that, at least don’t be a chicken about it. Was that guilt, too?”

      He shook his head slowly. “No. It wasn’t guilt.”

      She opened her mouth to ask what it was. But she decided she didn’t want to know. Was better off not knowing. So instead of asking, she said, “I don’t want to play this game anymore, Colt.”

      He cleared his throat. “And what game is that?”

      She whirled around, her arms out, frustrated and angry at them both. “This stupid game. From the moment you came back into town, I’ve flirted with the idea of picking up where we left off that night. And you’ve thought about it, too—I can see it in your face when you look at me. But we both know it’s not going to happen. It won’t happen, and shouldn’t happen. It was a mistake before, and it would be even more of a mistake now, when we’re both old enough to know better.”

      She stopped, hands on her hips. “I just—this is so stupid, Colt. You and I are never going to be together, so why can’t we both just—just—”

      “Just what?” He stepped up, close, and took her by the wrist. “Why can’t we just…what?”

      “Just forget about it. Forget about the whole thing and be like we used to be.”

      He spoke through a clenched jaw. “Don’t you think I’ve tried? For twelve years I tried, and I did a pretty good job of forgetting about it. Until I saw you again. I only thought of it once or twice a day up till then. Now I think about it all the time. I can’t forget about it, because twelve years ago you asked me to make love to you. And all these years later, I still wish I could.”

      Becca swallowed, staring into his eyes. She would have liked to speak, but her mind wouldn’t form the words.

      “Did you hear me?” he demanded.

      She nodded.

      “I still want to. And you saying it will never happen, that doesn’t seem to change one bit the fact that I still want it to happen, so bad it’s making me crazy. You want me to quit playing games? Well, little girl, I want you to quit haunting me. I want you to quit being there every time I turn around, with that—” he stepped back and dropped her hand, waving at her “—smile, and those eyes that look right through me. I want to quit seeing you when you’re nowhere near me. Just stop.”

      “I haunt you?”

      “Damn right, you do. How could you not, standing there, looking at me like that? Yesterday it was all I could do to keep from throwing you down on the porch and taking you right there. And you want us both to just forget about it. Forget about it and be friends. And I guess that’s what we’ll have to do. Because any fool knows you don’t save something for thirty years, just to blow it on some bum passing through town. That’s the kind of thing that has to wait for Mr. Right. And we both know that’s not me.”

      The bell over the door dinged as Colt pushed through it. Frank’s Barbershop still looked much the same as it had when Colt had gotten haircuts here as a boy, but it sure didn’t smell the same. Ever since Barbara Foust married that boat salesman and moved to Houston—closing down Aloma’s only beauty shop—Frank had been doing double haircare duty for the citizens of Aloma county. Or—as Frank liked to put it with a wink and a grin, as if he were saying something risqué—unisex styling.

      Now, the small building was divided clearly. The men’s haircuts were done on the left side, with a red-and-white barber pole and fishing-and-hunting magazines beside the waiting area. On the other side, Hollywood lights surrounded the mirror, and pictures of pouting models’ faces lined the walls, giving examples of the latest hair fashions from New York and Paris. The old familiar smells of hair tonic and aftershave were now overpowered by the ammonia-laden odors of permanent waves and peroxide bleach.

      Toby Haskell was just sitting down—on the men’s side, of course—for his monthly trim, when Colt walked in.

      “Hey, Hoss!” he called as he saw Colt. “I haven’t seen you for a few days. I was afraid you’d taken off already. Corinne will skin me if I don’t bring you over for dinner before you go.”

      Colt nodded. “Be happy to.”

      “How about Sunday night? Frank, you be careful back there.” Toby twisted in his chair and looked back at the barber. “Don’t be cutting off anything I might need.”

      “Turn around and quit telling me how to do my job,” Frank said congenially. He palmed the top of Toby’s head and faced it forward for him. “How much do you want off?”

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