The Cove
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“Sally, maybe Scott killed your father. Maybe your mother is protecting him.”
“No, Scott’s a worm. He’s a stingy, cowardly little worm. He wouldn’t have the guts to kill my father.”
“All right.” So much pain, he thought, too much. It would all work out, it just had to.
He leaned down and kissed her mouth this time. Her lips parted, and he wanted more than anything to go deep into her mouth, just as he wanted to go deeply inside her body, but he realized her world was spinning out of control right now. He didn’t want to add any more confusion to her life. Good Lord, he’d asked her to marry him.
“Perhaps that would be good,” she said and pulled him down so she could kiss him.
“What would be good?” he said in her mouth.
“To get married. To you. You’re so normal, so big and normal. You didn’t have a screwed-up childhood, did you?”
“No. I’ve got two older sisters and an older brother. I was the baby of the family. Everyone spoiled me rotten. My family wasn’t particularly dysfunctional. No one hit anyone. We kids beat the crap out of each other, but that’s normal enough. I was big into sports, any and every sport, but my passion was and still is football. Sundays were created for football. I always go into withdrawal after the Super Bowl. Do you like football?”
“Yes. I had a woman gym teacher at my school who was from San Francisco. She was nuts about football and taught us the game. We got very good. The only problem was that there wasn’t another girl’s team around for us to play. I don’t like basketball or baseball.”
“I can live with that. I’ll even play touch football with you.”
She kissed his neck. He shuddered as he felt her opening even more beneath him. He said quickly, “My big screw-up was marrying Teresa Raglan when I was twenty-six. She was from Ohio, seemed just perfect for me.
“She’s a lawyer, just like your husband and dear old dad. It turned out she fell in love with a guy in the Navy who was selling secrets to whoever was interested. I was the one who caught him. She defended him. She got him off, then left me and married him.”
“That’s pretty amazing, James. What happened to her?”
“They live in Annandale, Virginia. She’s got two kids, the guy’s some sort of lobbyist, paid really well, and they seem to be doing just great. I see them every once in a while. No, don’t romanticize it and pretend that I was a brokenhearted wreck. I wasn’t. I was shocked and furious for a while, before Dillon pointed out the absurdity of it all.
“The good guy catches the bad guy. The good guy’s wife defends the bad guy and gets him off and then marries him. Pretty deep stuff to walk in. He was right. The whole thing was like a bad melodrama or a TV soap.”
“James, you’re wonderful. Even in all this mess, you can laugh and make me laugh, and you weren’t angry that I poked a gun in your stomach and stole your car. I had to just ditch the car, James. Then I bought the motorcycle. I had to get away. I think if you could forget who you are and come to Bar Harbor with me, everything would be better than what it’s going to be soon. I used to love life, James, before—well, that’s not important right now.”
“It is important. You want to know something else? Something else that will prove how great I am?”
“What’s that?”
“I didn’t even get pissed when you pulled my gun on me the second time.”
“Well, that settles it then, doesn’t it?” She moved beneath him, and he thought he’d lose it for sure. He was hard against her, and his heart was pounding deep and fast against her chest.
He hadn’t intended to let things get this out of hand, at least he hadn’t before she shifted beneath him, her legs wide now, his legs between hers.
He kissed her, then said into her mouth. “You’re beautiful, and you can feel how much I want you. But we can’t let this happen. I don’t have any condoms. The last thing you need is to get pregnant.”
He heard Dillon moving about in the adjoining room. “Besides, Dillon is awake and up. It’s nearly seven o’clock. We need to get back home.”
She turned her face away from him. Her eyes were closed. He thought she must be in pain, from either her head or her shoulder. Without thinking, he reared back and pulled his undershirt over her head. She blinked up at him and made a move to cover herself.
No, he thought, she wasn’t ready for this. “It’s all right. I want to see how badly your shoulder is hurt. Hold still.”
“No, Scott’s a worm. He’s a stingy, cowardly little worm. He wouldn’t have the guts to kill my father.”
“All right.” So much pain, he thought, too much. It would all work out, it just had to.
He leaned down and kissed her mouth this time. Her lips parted, and he wanted more than anything to go deep into her mouth, just as he wanted to go deeply inside her body, but he realized her world was spinning out of control right now. He didn’t want to add any more confusion to her life. Good Lord, he’d asked her to marry him.
“Perhaps that would be good,” she said and pulled him down so she could kiss him.
“What would be good?” he said in her mouth.
“To get married. To you. You’re so normal, so big and normal. You didn’t have a screwed-up childhood, did you?”
“No. I’ve got two older sisters and an older brother. I was the baby of the family. Everyone spoiled me rotten. My family wasn’t particularly dysfunctional. No one hit anyone. We kids beat the crap out of each other, but that’s normal enough. I was big into sports, any and every sport, but my passion was and still is football. Sundays were created for football. I always go into withdrawal after the Super Bowl. Do you like football?”
“Yes. I had a woman gym teacher at my school who was from San Francisco. She was nuts about football and taught us the game. We got very good. The only problem was that there wasn’t another girl’s team around for us to play. I don’t like basketball or baseball.”
“I can live with that. I’ll even play touch football with you.”
She kissed his neck. He shuddered as he felt her opening even more beneath him. He said quickly, “My big screw-up was marrying Teresa Raglan when I was twenty-six. She was from Ohio, seemed just perfect for me.
“She’s a lawyer, just like your husband and dear old dad. It turned out she fell in love with a guy in the Navy who was selling secrets to whoever was interested. I was the one who caught him. She defended him. She got him off, then left me and married him.”
“That’s pretty amazing, James. What happened to her?”
“They live in Annandale, Virginia. She’s got two kids, the guy’s some sort of lobbyist, paid really well, and they seem to be doing just great. I see them every once in a while. No, don’t romanticize it and pretend that I was a brokenhearted wreck. I wasn’t. I was shocked and furious for a while, before Dillon pointed out the absurdity of it all.
“The good guy catches the bad guy. The good guy’s wife defends the bad guy and gets him off and then marries him. Pretty deep stuff to walk in. He was right. The whole thing was like a bad melodrama or a TV soap.”
“James, you’re wonderful. Even in all this mess, you can laugh and make me laugh, and you weren’t angry that I poked a gun in your stomach and stole your car. I had to just ditch the car, James. Then I bought the motorcycle. I had to get away. I think if you could forget who you are and come to Bar Harbor with me, everything would be better than what it’s going to be soon. I used to love life, James, before—well, that’s not important right now.”
“It is important. You want to know something else? Something else that will prove how great I am?”
“What’s that?”
“I didn’t even get pissed when you pulled my gun on me the second time.”
“Well, that settles it then, doesn’t it?” She moved beneath him, and he thought he’d lose it for sure. He was hard against her, and his heart was pounding deep and fast against her chest.
He hadn’t intended to let things get this out of hand, at least he hadn’t before she shifted beneath him, her legs wide now, his legs between hers.
He kissed her, then said into her mouth. “You’re beautiful, and you can feel how much I want you. But we can’t let this happen. I don’t have any condoms. The last thing you need is to get pregnant.”
He heard Dillon moving about in the adjoining room. “Besides, Dillon is awake and up. It’s nearly seven o’clock. We need to get back home.”
She turned her face away from him. Her eyes were closed. He thought she must be in pain, from either her head or her shoulder. Without thinking, he reared back and pulled his undershirt over her head. She blinked up at him and made a move to cover herself.
No, he thought, she wasn’t ready for this. “It’s all right. I want to see how badly your shoulder is hurt. Hold still.”
