The Phoenix Encounter. Linda Castillo

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СКАЧАТЬ it neatly on the rack, she crossed to the fire to warm her hands, aware that Robert had trailed her.

      “I can’t discuss that right now,” she said.

      He stared at her, his expression incredulous and angry. “I deserve an explanation, damn it. We were…together.”

      Pulse pounding like a jackhammer, she stared at him. “It’s in the past, Robert. Let it go. I’ve moved on. Maybe you should have, too.”

      Robert felt as if he’d been slapped. “I want to know what happened.”

      “No, you don’t.” Because she couldn’t bear to look at him and think of those terrible days, she walked into the small living area and motioned for him to take one of two chairs in front of the hearth.

      Never taking his eyes from her, he started for the farthest chair, but had to cross in front of her to reach it. Feeling as if she’d suddenly strayed too close to a rogue tiger in a flimsy cage, she backed up a step, trying not to notice the way he winced when he sat down.

      “You’re limping,” she said, watching him closely.

      “It’s an old injury.”

      She wondered which were worse, the injuries that left scars on flesh or the ones that left an indelible mark on the psyche and shattered the heart. “If you want to get into some dry clothes, I can hang yours near the fire.”

      He looked at the sweater and jeans that clung damply to his frame. “I’ve got a change of clothes in the duffel.”

      “You can change in the back. There’s a room for you.”

      Robert grabbed his duffel and slung it over his shoulder. Lily rose and walked through the kitchen to the small room that had been added to the cottage as a pantry many years ago, back when people had had food. With wood plank floors and shelves holding a meager supply of canned vegetables and fruits, it was barely large enough for the cot, let alone a man of Robert’s size. But it was all she had and it was going to have to do.

      He stepped into the room and set his duffel on the narrow cot. The mirror above the sink caught his stare, and their eyes met, held.

      Lily felt the contact like the blast of a mortar. Looking quickly away, she stepped back. “There’s no door, but Jacques put up this curtain to give you some privacy.”

      “This is fine.”

      “I’ll just…be in the living room.”

      “I’ll be there in a minute.”

      She wasn’t sure why she hesitated. Maybe because there was so much more she needed to say. Maybe because she wasn’t quite sure if he was a figment of her imagination. But she couldn’t stop looking at him. By the time she realized what she was doing, it was too late for her to escape.

      Never taking his eyes from hers, Robert reached for the hem of his sweater and pulled it over his head. Lily’s breath stalled in her lungs as his magnificent chest loomed into view. She saw a thatch of dark hair. The ripple of muscle beneath taut flesh. Vivid blue eyes that discerned a hell of a lot more than they revealed. The sight of him shook her, and for a moment she couldn’t move. She’d faced a lot of terrible things in the years she’d been in Rebelia, but oddly none of those things had unnerved her as much as the sight of Dr. Robert Davidson taking off his shirt.

      “Maybe you want to stay while I change pants, too,” he said.

      Feeling a hot blush burn her cheeks, she yanked the muslin curtain closed and fled.

      Lily’s heart was still beating heavily against her breast a few minutes later when Robert walked into the living area and found her at the hearth.

      “Where do you want me to put my clothes?” he asked.

      She turned to find him standing right behind her, his wet clothes in a bundle. He’d put on a flannel shirt over a black T-shirt. The faded jeans he wore fit him loosely, but there was no denying the sinew of his legs or the bulge of his manhood beneath.

      Barely sparing him a glance, she took the clothes from him. Pulling a ring set into the wall over the hearth, she stretched the thin cord to the opposite wall and secured it to a small hook. Once the line was taut, she set about draping his jeans, shirt and jacket over the cord. She could feel his eyes on her as she worked, but she didn’t dare turn to face him. She had to get herself calmed down first.

      “How is it that you’re here?” he asked when she’d finished.

      Because she didn’t feel capable of explaining something so complex at the moment, she hedged. “I could ask you the same question.”

      “All right. I’m working with a group of French doctors on a humanitarian—”

      She swung to face him. “That doesn’t explain why you’re here. In my house. I wasn’t expecting an American.”

      “Exactly who were you expecting?”

      “Someone…who needed information. For the cause.”

      “The freedom movement?”

      “That’s right.”

      He shrugged. “You got me.”

      A vague sense of uneasiness rippled through her. Robert Davidson might be a smart man, he might even be brilliant, but he’d never been a good liar. “I don’t understand what part you’re playing in this.”

      “Maybe you don’t need to know. Maybe I just want you to talk to me about what you know. About what you’ve been hearing.”

      “Why are you here?”

      “Let’s just say I’m not here for the weather.” He rolled his shoulder. “I want information.”

      “What kind of information?”

      “You’re involved with the freedom movement.” He shrugged. “Maybe you know something that could be useful.”

      “Like what?”

      He hit her with a direct stare. “What do you know about Bruno DeBruzkya?”

      Another ripple of uneasiness went through her, only stronger this time and she fought a slow rise of panic.

      When she didn’t answer, he smiled, but it was a cold, hard smile. “Okay. If you don’t want to talk about DeBruzkya, we can always go back to him.” He looked around the room. “Maybe you could start by telling me what you’re doing here. Why you’re living here. Like this.”

      The question shouldn’t have startled her. She’d known he would eventually begin asking more personal questions. Risking a look at him, she found him watching her intently and felt his stare all the way to her bones.

      “That’s not a difficult question, is it?” he asked.

      No, she thought. He wasn’t asking the difficult questions yet. But she knew they were coming. And she had absolutely no idea how to answer any of them.

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