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 Everyone in my family is dead. Though she d known it for some time now, after Aunt Ginger
died, saying it out loud made a lonely spot grow in her stomach. A ball of lead, as a matter of
fact.
 You have me, mom, and my brothers. Our family takes in strays.
She chuckled.  Gee, thanks.
 I mean that in a good way. His hands moved, this time up and down her arms with a soothing,
protective reassurance.  We figure since all of us were strays at one time, if there is someone in
need of family connection and we care about them, then they are family.
 That s...it s very Waltonish.
He made a scoffing noise.  Waltonish? What do you know about them?
 I ve seen reruns.
 Uh-huh. So have I. My mom hates the Waltons. I can guarantee we aren t like that. You should
know from all the time you ve spent with my family.
 I do. But...
 But what?
She squirmed internally, uncertain how to explain without coming off priggish or ungrateful or
spiteful.  I ve never had that life, Mick. You know the whole story. Even before the robbery...
 You don t have to talk about it unless you need to.
Did she?  Mother and father didn t give me that much love. At first I told myself they did. She
fumbled for the right words.  They were self-absorbed. Mom was always at the firm drawing up
plans for this and that. Dad always on a job site engineering this or that. Our lives were a
facsimile of togetherness. A façade of a good life. The shooting disrupted even that. It severed
the connection...what little connection I had to them.
His hands rubbed over her arms one more time before settling on her shoulders, and that s when
she noticed her muscles had tightened once more. He massaged, and she wondered how he could
feel her tension without effort.
 Your father pulled away, after he was shot in the robbery and your mother killed.
She nodded in agreement.  He was already closed off to me, and when he gave me up to Aunt
Ginger, it was like I didn t exist anymore. No cards, no phone calls. Nothing. Her throat
tightened.  I spent many years getting over what he did. I can t believe it feels so sharp after all
this time. It s a double rejection. First he doesn t pay attention to me, then he tosses me out of his
life all together.
 His grief over your mother ate him alive.
She nodded as the ache of that knowledge spread through her, a twisting in her gut as she
allowed the pain to surface.
 It feels sharp because of what you re going through now, he said.  Stress sometimes brings
this shit back with a vengeance.
 Does it for you?
 Always.
 I never saw you that way. You re strong physically and mentally.
 Yeah, but I m human. You re back in my life and everything about you affects me. As for your
father, I m sure he loved you. He didn t know how to show it other than to let you go. He figured
since he was stuck in a wheelchair for the rest of his life, he couldn t be a good father to you.
 That s crap. He could have.
 Of course. But that s probably not what he believed at the time. He thought he was so messed
up that Ginger would do a better job of raising you.
On a roll, she wanted to rage against unfairness.  Life dealt me some pretty ugly cards back
then.
 Was everything bad? You came to Gold Rush and that ended up being a great thing, right?
She smiled weakly, knowing he couldn t see it from where he sat or in the encroaching darkness.
 You always understand how to bring perspective into things.
 I try.
 Coming to Gold Rush when I was a teen was fantastic. You and your family. I always
remember the good times I had.
 And now?
 Now...now it s a mixed bag.
His arms slid up until he embraced her around the shoulders. His lips touched her neck, and she
shivered in pleasure.  Don t count Darrell as a part of Gold Rush. He doesn t belong here like
you do.
As sensual desires tingled across her skin and into her belly, she knew the right answer. The
correct one.  I m still trying to decide where I belong.
He nodded, and his mouth brushed over her earlobe.  Just remember, you can count on me and
my family. We re here to help.
She didn t know how to feel.  I need time to absorb all this. To believe it s real.
 Oh, it s real all right. So is this.
His hips shifted and his cock pressed into her backside, as if seeking a place to nestle. Hot sparks
ignited as his tongue brushed her earlobe, and Mick s hands started to travel. She moved, half
out of orneriness and the other from wanting more of his hot cock pressed against her.
They lay in twilight, a cool breeze floating over them like a lover s caress, yet her body knew
fire and melting desire at the core. Like a volcano, her senses exploded, taking in his every stroke
with eagerness and fire. Her eyes closed and she sank into whatever heaven the present could
bring. Mick s touch glided to her neck and found the throbbing pulse at the base. He must note
the beat, how much it fluttered and hesitated with excitement. Tingling, she allowed the
excitement to catch her off guard, to sweep away inhibitions that might otherwise threaten to
suck her into reflection and doubt. She d always doubted. Always hesitated until time rushed by
and took every chance from her. She waited for fear to overtake her and found none.
She wanted to change. She wanted to know the positive, to bring it into her life and stop
expecting only bad things to come. Maybe, with Mick s guidance, she could relearn with baby
steps until the night no longer held demons and her heart ran free.
Mick s lips found her ear again, hot breath swirling in an erotic puff against her sensitive skin.
His fingertips grazed, light as a feather over her breasts. Desire melted her loins even though [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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