Renegade. Diana Palmer

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СКАЧАТЬ She sued him for everything he had. That was when she told him that she’d lied about me, to get me out of the way. She laughed about it. She lost the lawsuit, but she’d cost him his oldest son. She rubbed it in, to get even.”

      “How did you know?”

      “He wrote me a letter. I refused to answer his phone calls. He said he was sorry, that he wanted me to come home. That he missed me.”

      “But you wouldn’t go,” she guessed, almost to her self.

      “No. I wouldn’t. I told him I’d never forgive him for what he did to my mother and not to contact me again. I told him if he wouldn’t pay to let me stay in the school, I’d work for my keep, but I wasn’t going back to live with him.” He closed his eyes, remembering the pain and grief and fury he’d felt that day. “So I stayed in military school, made good grades, got promotions. When I graduated, they said he was in the audience, but I never saw him.

      “I went right into the army afterward, from one special ops assignment to another. Occasionally I did jobs in concert with other governments. When I got out of the army, I went freelance. I had nothing to live for and nothing to lose, and I got rich.” He stiffened. “I didn’t need anybody in the old days. I was hard as nails. Funny, nobody tells you that there are things you can’t live with, until you’ve already done them.”

      Her soft hand reached up to his lean, scarred cheek, and traced it tenderly. “You’re still there,” she said quietly, and her eyes had an eerie paleness as they met his reluctant ones. “You’re trapped in your own past. You can’t get out, because you can’t let go of the pain and the hatred and the bitterness.”

      “Can you?” he shot right back. “Can you forgive your attacker?”

      She let out a soft breath. “Not yet,” she confessed. “But I’ve tried. And at least I’ve learned to put it in the back of my mind. For a long time, I hated the whole world and then Rory came to live with me. And I realized that I had to put him first and stop dwelling on the past. I can’t let go of it completely, but it’s not as much a burden as it was when I was younger.”

      He traced her eyebrows with a lean forefinger. “I’ve never spoken of this to anyone. Ever.”

      “I’m a clam,” she replied gently. “At work, I’m everyone’s confidant.”

      “Same here,” he confessed with a light smile. “I tell them that governments would topple if I told what I know. Maybe they would, too.”

      “My secrets aren’t that important. Feel better?” she asked, smiling up at him.

      He sighed. “In fact, I do,” he said, surprised. He chuckled. “Maybe you’re a witch,” he mused, “putting spells on me.”

      “I had an uncle who said our family came from Druids in ancient Ireland. Of course, he also said we had relatives who were priests and one who was a horse thief.” She laughed. “He hated my mother and tried to get custody of me when I was ten. He died of a heart at tack that same year.”

      “Tough break.”

      “My life has been one long tough break,” she replied. “Sort of like yours. We’ve both been through the wars and survived.”

      “You don’t have my memories,” he said quietly.

      “You might think of bad memories like boils,” she commented, not totally facetiously. “They get worse until you lance them.”

      “Not mine, honey.”

      Her eyebrows lifted. She was fascinated by the endearment, uttered in that soft, deep tone. She colored a little. Odd, because she hated that word when it was tossed around by a parade of would-be lovers who used it like a weapon against her femininity.

      He lifted a single eyebrow and looked roguish. “You like that, do you?” he drawled. “And you know that I don’t use endearments as a rule, too, don’t you?”

      She nodded. “I know a lot of things about you that I shouldn’t.”

      His chin lifted and he looked down his long, straight nose at her. “I only thought you were dangerous in Jacobsville. Now I know you are.”

      She grinned. “Glad you noticed.”

      He laughed and let her go. “Come on. We’re going to qualify as an exhibit if we stand here much longer.” He held out his hand.

      She cocked her head. “Is that the only body part you’re offering me?” she asked, and then colored wildly when she realized what she’d just said.

      He burst out laughing, linking her fingers with his. “Don’t be pushy,” he chided. “We haven’t even had a torrid petting session yet.”

      She cleared her throat. “Don’t get your hopes up. I have a prudish nature.”

      “It won’t last long around me.”

      “I call that conceit.”

      “You won’t when you see me in action,” he teased, and his fingers contracted. His voice dropped as he leaned closer. “I know twelve really good positions, and I’m as slow as the blues in bed. If I weren’t so modest, I could even give you references. I am a sensual experience that you’d never forget.”

      “And so modest,” she teased.

      “A man with my skills can do without modesty,” he murmured wickedly.

      She wouldn’t admit it, but the prospect made her utterly breathless. He saw that in her face. The smile grew broader.

      THEY HAD LUNCH in a Japanese restaurant, where Tippy and Rory were fascinated to hear Cash converse fluently with the waiter. He was competent with chopsticks, too.

      “I didn’t know you spoke Japanese,” Tippy ex claimed. “Have you been to Japan?”

      “Several times,” he replied, lifting a piece of chicken to his mouth with the chopsticks. “I love it there.”

      “Do you speak any other languages, Cash?” Rory wanted to know.

      “About six, I think,” he replied lazily. He smiled at the boy’s fascination. “If you ever want to get into intelligence work, languages will get you further than a law degree.”

      “No, you don’t,” Tippy told Rory when he started to open his mouth. “You’re going to get a nice job as a computer technician and get married and have a family.”

      Rory glared at her. “I’ll get married when you do.”

      Cash chuckled.

      “Better yet,” Rory added, “I’ll get married when he does,” and he pointed to Cash.

      “I wouldn’t take that bet,” Cash advised Tippy.

      “Neither would I,” she had to admit.

      He glanced at her curiously, but he didn’t smile. In fact, he was feeling sensations he’d never experienced in his life, and getting a vicious case СКАЧАТЬ