Her threat reached its mark。 He didnt move a muscle。
Silence hung heavy in the air。 Even the rain had eased to a gentle
patter on the roof。 The storm was ending。 But what was she to do now? As
the gravity of her predicament settled in; a fit of trembling shook her
with such force that the poker waved precariously。
Appearing to sense her terror; the man rose slowly; palms open and out
from his sides。 〃Take it easy。 I wont hurt you。〃
〃You already have。〃 She raised the poker higher。
〃Put that thing down;〃 he ordered; but gently; all anger gone now。
〃Youre apt to hurt yourself〃
She shook her head and held the poker at the ready。
〃Look。〃 He sighed; running his fingers through the damp hair that had
fallen across his forehead。 〃Let me turn on a light。 At least then I can
see what manner of woman has the upper hand on me。〃
She eased up on her stance。 Light would help her; too。
He crossed to the nearest lamp and turned it on。 It bathed the room a
warm yellow。 〃Thats better;〃 he said and turned to face her。
Anne took a good look at her would…be assailant。 He was tall and rugged;
thinner than she had first suspected; though the breadth of his chest
and shoulders spoke of strength。 His sweater was black; his jeans faded;
though darkened by rain at the hem; where they fell over sodden brown
leather boots。
She had expected a dark and glowering face。 What she saw were features
that were strong but kind; skin that was clear and only faintly tanned;
hair that was thick and blond; turning silver; in damp waves。
There was an underlying gentleness。 But his lips were stern; his cheeks
lean; his jaw set。 And eyes that were silvery hazel stare (I at her
without a blink。
〃If youve finished;〃 he said with a mocking twitch of his lips; 〃would
you please put down that poker? You can see Im not a thug;〃 She lifted
the weapon higher。 〃How about a rapist?〃 She wasnt being deceived by a
sweet…talking; good…looking man。
A muscle flexed in his jaw。 〃Im no rapist。 I wouldnt have forced you
into anything。 Especially once I saw that wedding band。 I dont fool
around with married women。〃
Tears threatened again。 How bittersweet that the symbol of a marriage
that had ended should save her from the unspeakable。 So she had Jeff to
thank still。
〃Who are you?〃 she asked in a quavering voice。
〃You really dont know? e on; youre holding all the cards。 You can
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