Whose Baby Part 25
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Perhaps, Adam thought slowly, he had known she was dead. The only place she still lived was in his memory. Those memories he had edited, he saw now. His young wife was charming, funny, s.e.xy, good-hearted, but also spoiled and a little selfish. He had made her a saint and dared anyone Lynn to touch her place in his heart.
He finally let himself admit what part of him had known for a long time. The truth was, his feelings for Lynnwent deeper, were based on more than youthful s.e.xual attraction.Lynnwas shy but gutsy. He admired her brains, her warmth,her taste. He loved her as a mother, a woman, a friend and a lover.
Maybe what he and Jennifer felt for each other would have matured into something similar.
Maybe not. Maybe they'd be divorced, like some of his friends. Maybe they would live in brittle silence, because she wasn't really interested in him.
He would never know. She was gone, and he would always remember her with love and sadness for what she'd lost. Not what he had lost.
"Goodbye, Jenny," he said softly, but she was no more here to answer than she had ever been.
Adam turned and strode across the gra.s.s with new energy and purpose. He had to see his wife. This time, he'd find the right words.
If only she would listen.
She had expected home to be a haven.Lynnwalked through the dark bookstore, finding her way between tall bookshelves and the dark bulk of chairs and tables by familiarity and with the help of the night-light left on in back.
She'd tucked the girls into bed an hour ago. Their whispers and giggles didn't last long. Impulse had drawn her down here, where her dream had come to life. The dream she was about to give up.
Tonight, she found only wood furniture and books without color and life. A business. Not very important, compared to the people she loved.
In the grip of a terrible restlessness, she gave in to another impulse and picked up the phone behind the counter.
"Hi,Frances," she greeted her teenage babysitter's mother. "Any chance Alicia could come over for an hour or two? Rose and Sh.e.l.ly are asleep. I'm desperate to go out for a little while. Maybe just for a walk."
"Of course she can come. All she's doing is watchingt.i.tanic for the thirtieth time. Just a moment."Lynn heard her m.u.f.fled voice; she must have covered the phone. Then, "She's finding her shoes. She'll be over in a minute. Are you okay,Lynn? Is something wrong?"
"No, I ... it's just been one of those days."
"I can remember a few when I thought I'd scream if I didn't get away from the kids, and I had a husband to take over once in a while," her friend said indulgently. "Alicia can stay all night, if you need her. But, if you're going out by yourself, be careful, won't you?"
The teenager lived only a block away.Lynnmet her at the top of the back staircase. Hearing the TV go on quietly behind her, she pulled on a heavy wool sweater that had been Brian's she would have been lost inside it if she hadn't rolled the sleeves up several times and hurried down the stairs and across the street, toward the rhythmic boom of the sea.
She'd left the rain behind inPortland, an unusual circ.u.mstance. Here at the edge of thePacific Ocean, torn bits of cloud drifted across the face of the full moon and a wind with the bite of winter whipped her hair back from her face.
The boardwalk was deserted, the stores dark and closed. Laughter and voices drifted from a restaurant, but n.o.body sat outside the way they did in midsummer. She took the concrete stairs two at a time, wanting to lose herself on the dark beach, with only the moon and the surf for company.
She wished Adam had never been part of her life here. That they hadn't raced across the beach with the girls shrieking in delight. That he hadn't gotten wet rescuing the j.a.panese float for Sh.e.l.ly. Sat at the table every Sat.u.r.day in her bookstore, reading contentedly. Bought her a new couch, taught her the loneliness of her bed and the pleasures of sharing it. Cooked in her tiny kitchen, hung his toothbrush in the equally small bathroom.
Absorbed in memories,Lynnstubbed her toe on a half-buried boulder and fell painfully to her knees. Tears sprang into her eyes, but she shook them away, angry at herself.
I ... care.
Couldn't he have tried?she thought pitifully. Pretended, just a little bit?
Lied?she asked herself harshly. Was that what she wanted? Give him credit. At least he was too honest for that.
She pulled herself to her feet and kept walking. White fingers of foam led her to the water's edge.Lynn walked parallel to the cras.h.i.+ng surf, her way better lit now by moonlight. The wind bit through her wool sweater, stung her eyes, tangled her hair, but she reveled in the solitude and the cold, the white feathers and the steady throb of the surf.
Hugging herself,Lynnkept thinking,I could be home inPortland. Debating with Adam, laughing with him, savoring the delicious antic.i.p.ation of bedtime. Is this really better?
Couldn't she have loved him in silence? He might have come to love her in turn, mightn't he? Why had she given up hope that he would?
I ... care.
Couldn't that be enough?she begged herself. Was that so terrible?Didn't the greatest of pa.s.sions often age into something no more exciting? So what if he still thought about Jennifer. She was gone, andLynn was here. With time, he would think about his first wife less.
She stopped and faced the breakers as wisps of cloud raced in front of the moon.Why wasn't I patient?she thought miserably.Why couldn't I ... settle?
Wasn't having something better than nothing?
How could she convince Rose and Sh.e.l.ly that she'd made the right choice if she didn't even believe it herself?
Lynnfound a boulder to provide a windbreak and backrest. Huddled against the night and her own unhappiness, she remembered every moment of her married life, every word Adam had spoken, every touch. She tortured herself with full knowledge of what she had thrown away, and began to see that she was a coward.
She had been so terrified of losing Adamslowly, she had brought on a quick, clean break. She knew she'd be okay on her own. She'd done this before. What she had no idea how to do was coax a man into loving her, or how to endure his indifference when he made it plain.
Burying her cold face in the scratchy wool of the sweater sleeves,Lynnheard herself as clearly as if she'd spoken aloud. She'd be okay on her own. She'd done this before.
Oh, G.o.d. She had told Adam once that being a single mother came naturally to her, that it was the pattern she knew. She was comfortable as a mother, but not as a wife.
In her fear, she had made no effort to fight for Adam. Being a wife was too scary. Run and hide.
Her tears soaked the sweater sleeves, her nose dripped. If only she hadn't told him she loved him!Lynn thought wretchedly. Bitter, angry words could be taken back, but not her naked declaration.
I don't want to lose you, he'd said, but how could they go on as they had before, when neither of them would be able to forget that one of them loved and one didn't?
For the girls' sake, would he agree to live that way? Was she brave enough to try, if he would give her the chance?
The rags of clouds were knitting together into dark ma.s.ses and the wind smelled of rain. Chilled to the bone,Lynnstarted back along the beach, the wind shoving her from behind. She was so cold! Her feet were numb and blockish in thin sneakers. Dressed so inadequately, she shouldn't have stayed as long as she had.
The first icy shards of rain came as she turned her back on the ocean and picked her way carefully between rough rocks and piles of driftwood toward the steps up to street level.
She was almost there when she saw that a man leaned against the railing only feet from the opening to the beach. With the lamplight behind him, be was dark, anonymous and imposing. She hesitated.
Probably he only wanted his solitude, as she had, but it was awfully lonely out here if he were to threaten her. Still, there was no other easy way up the concrete and granite bulkhead, and she was very cold.
Taking a breath for courage, she bent her head and hurried toward the stairs. She had set foot on the bottom one when he spoke.
"Lynn?"
"Adam?" she whispered. The wind whipped his name away, unheard.
"I've been waiting for you." He didn't move.
Slowly she climbed the few stairs. Hip against the railing, he faced her. His expression changed when he got a good look at her in the yellowish light from a sodium lamp.
"You've been crying." He sounded angry. Gruff.
"My eyes watered. The wind..." Why was he here?
He swore and stepped forward. The relief was overwhelming. Right this second, it hardly mattered why he'd come. Oh, how easy it was to letherself be enveloped in his warmth and strength.
"I'm sorry," she tried to tell him, but had no idea if he heard her.
He was swearing still, growling something against her hair. It seemed to be an echo. "G.o.d, I'm sorry.
You've got to forgive me,Lynn."
"Forgive you?" What was he talking about? She tried to pull back, but his arms tightened, binding her to him.
"How did you find me?"
"The baby-sitter." At last his grip relaxed. "Can we go home,Lynn?" His hand, cold enough, caressed her frozen cheek. "You need a hot bath."
"Yes. Okay."
I ... care.Of course he did. That had to be enough. Her legs were reluctant to move. Adam had to steer her along the sidewalk, stop her with one hand from stepping out into the street in front of a lone car pa.s.sing through town. Even her thoughts were sluggish now.
His Lexus was in its usual spot in the gravel lot.Adam is here , she thought, amazed.
The staircase seemed to go on forever. At the top, Adam bundled her inside. She stood in the kitchen, beginning to shake, and was distantly aware that he was paying Alicia and seeing her out.
When she heard water running into the tub, she shuffled down the hall to the bathroom. Still in his own heavy sweater, he was on his knees, testing the water temperature. When he saw her, his expression brought to life an ember of warmth inside her.
His jaw muscles flexed. "Shall I help you get undressed?"
The glow spread. "No. I'm okay. Just chilly."
"d.a.m.n it,Lynn-" He bit off whatever he'd been going to say. "I'll boil water for tea. I'll get you something to put on."
He started to brush by her, but paused, his body touching hers from thigh to chest. She felt the vibration when he spoke. "I hope you did all the thinking you intend to do."
She nodded dumbly.
"Good." He touched her cold cheek again,then left the bathroom, returning a moment later with her ugliest, most voluminous flannel nightgown and her old wool bathrobe.
He was obviously not setting the stage for seduction.
Lynnhad plenty of time in the bath to worry anew as she thawed. Why was he sorry? What did she have to forgive him for? If anyone needed forgiving, it was her!
When she'd quit s.h.i.+vering and her skin glowed pink, she got out, toweled herself dry and put on her old gown and robe. Her hair.Lynngroaned, glimpsing the tangles in the mirror. If only she'd corralled her curls instead of letting the wind whip them intoa frenzy . She took ten minutes to bring her recalcitrant hair to reasonable order and a.s.semble it in a simple braid down her back.
Hope had thawed along with her flesh, but so had old fears. Adam might be here to talk about a divorce. Or to ask her to stay in their arrangement, while explaining gently how much he had loved his Jenny and why he would never be able to love her the same way. He might even be angry and planning to fight her for custody of the girls.
No, even terrified, she knew better. He would never do that. Not to her, not to Sh.e.l.ly or Rose.
He waited in the living room, sitting with his elbows resting on his knees, holding a steaming mug in one hand. Although she had made no sound, he looked up the momentLynnappeared in the doorway. His gaze not leaving hers, he stood. "Here's your tea."
"Thank you." She held her head high as she ventured into the living room and took the mug from him. "I was cold."
"You're lucky you didn't die of hypothermia." He sounded angry again.
"I was on my way home."
"Were you trying to commit suicide?"
"I was walking on a cold night!" she fired back. "I wanted to think! You told me to. I had to be alone."
He rotated his shoulders as if they ached. His tone was almost conversational. "What did you think about?" Her tongue touched her lips. "You. Us," she admitted huskily.
"Your conclusion?"
She wrapped both hands around the mug, willing its heat to give her courage. "I was wrong. I..."
His expression was shuttered, just like that. "You don't love me."
"I shouldn't have told you I do,"Lynncorrected him. "I was pressuring you. We had an arrangement, and it was working fine. I..." She bowed her head. "I got scared."
"Scared of what?" Adamasked, voice gritty.
"I know you like me and ... and want me. At least I a.s.sume..." She stole a look at him and hurried on.
"I was afraid after a while you wouldn't. That I wouldn't be able to stand it."
"You must have known I was falling in love with you," he shocked her by saying.
Afraid to grasp the hope that she had been nursing all along,Lynnlooked up. "No," she said just above a whisper. "No, I had no idea." She squeezed her eyes shut. "But you don't. You couldn't make yourself say the words. 'I care.' That was the best you could get out."
He touched her at last, his hand cupping her chin. In a slow, deep voice, he said, "I love you desperately and pa.s.sionately. I was just idiot enough not to know it."
"Not to know..." This felt surreal. A too-easy ending to a daydream. She didn't dare believe him.
Adam's mouth twisted. "Sit down. I need to tell you about Jennifer."
She obeyed, watching the expressions on his face, the anguish, the regret, the rueful awareness of how blind he'd been, as he talked about his young wife and their brief marriage.
"They kept saying she was dead. Wanting me to sign papers so that her organs could be harvested." He swore. "What a word. Harvested. I signed, but deep inside I didn't believe she was dead. She'd open her eyes suddenly and smile. Only she didn't. They cut Rose no, Sh.e.l.ly out of her, and then the surgeons took Jenny away. I didn't see her after they pulled the plug. I didn't want to at the funeral home. I always thought an open casket was macabre."
"You never said goodbye," she said, understanding.
"I thought I had. But I dreamed about her. I missed her like h.e.l.l," he said simply. "I felt guilty when I met you and stopped missing her."
SomehowLynnhad set down the mug and was gripping Adam's hand in hers. He held on so tightly her bones ached.
"I started falling in love with you that first time we met, at the hospital. I wanted to touch your hair." With his free hand he stroked it now, and she felt as if each strand was an exquisitely sensitive nerve. "When we made love last night, you said, 'I want you,' and it wasn't enough. I felt like a b.a.s.t.a.r.d, bout I needed you to say, 'I love you.' What didn't occur to me waswhy I needed to hear those words."
Whose Baby Part 25
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