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be cold soon, and she would bet that these were the last few days of warm weather they would have for a while.
Chris came and stood beside her, and she turned to leave. “Please don’t.” She paused and asked him why. “I don’t know. I just wanted to talk to you. You and I, we seem to be...I guess last man out. And I wanted to talk to you about what you said yesterday. That is, if you don’t mind. I’m sort of lost here, and I think you can help me.”
“I said a great many things yesterday, Chris. Not as many as most, but I did speak.” He laughed and told her it was about the accident. “I see. And are you ready to think on what really happened, or are you still mired in grief? I can’t help you if you don’t believe me. But I think you know that.”
“I don’t know that there was much in the way of grief for my wife, if you want to know the truth. For my child, if it was mine, but not for her. I think for a long time before the accident, I figured we were not suited. But how did you know?” She didn’t say anything, because she was pretty sure that he knew the answer to that as well. “I think her father killed her and blamed me because it didn’t end the way he’d hoped. It was me he wanted dead, not her, and he hired those men—the ones that he said weren’t there—to do it for him.”
“You know the answer to that as well as I do, don’t you? Do you remember the accident?” He said that he had always remembered it. “Then you wish for me to look? To see what you couldn’t before? I promise you, there will be no pain for you. I’ll just look at what you saw and felt that day.”
“I think so...I do. I want to know. The grief, as you said, is killing me. Not for the death, but that I might have caused it.” She nodded and asked him when. “I don’t know. Do you have to have some sort of dark room? Maybe I have to lie down?”
“No, you’re fine this way.” The thought of him lying down made her body warm. It had been a very long time since she’d had any desire for a male. More so since her body had seemed to wake for a touch. Reaching out her hand, just to touch his head, she moaned slightly when he put his hand over hers. “Don’t. You can’t touch me like this. I can’t think.”
“Yes you can. Like me, you just don’t want to think.” He pulled her closer. It did work better, her ability to see into his mind, if they were close, but they didn’t need to be body to body as they were now. “I can smell you. You’re warming to me. Your body is responding to mine the way that mine is to you.”
Closing her eyes against the onslaught of feelings he was pulling from her, Kate tried to concentrate on what she could find. As soon as she found the deep memories, her body stiffened when his did.
“You were arguing.” He said that they always were. “You believed then that the child was not yours. You asked her about it that day. It was why you were arguing. She finally told you the truth.”
“She said that it wasn’t. I’d forgotten about that until now. She told me that I’d been taken, that not only wasn’t the kid mine, but she wasn’t planning to keep it either.” Kate wrapped her arm around his shoulders when he lifted her to his body, his cock to her pussy, her breasts to his chest. “Tell me what you see. I need to...I need to know.”
“There was a car. It was fast, coming at you from the opposite direction.” Chris said that he saw it every time he closed his eyes, but he’d been told there was no one else. “Two men were in the front, one in the back. See them? They were on the wrong side of the road, in your lane, as you came around the bend. They knew you were there, you thought. Not only that, but you had a feeling that they were there to kill you all.”
“I don’t think they stopped or slowed when they saw us. I think...I think that Pella knew; she smiled when I told her to brace herself.” Kate told him that they hadn’t slowed down.
Chris came and stood beside her, and she turned to leave. “Please don’t.” She paused and asked him why. “I don’t know. I just wanted to talk to you. You and I, we seem to be...I guess last man out. And I wanted to talk to you about what you said yesterday. That is, if you don’t mind. I’m sort of lost here, and I think you can help me.”
“I said a great many things yesterday, Chris. Not as many as most, but I did speak.” He laughed and told her it was about the accident. “I see. And are you ready to think on what really happened, or are you still mired in grief? I can’t help you if you don’t believe me. But I think you know that.”
“I don’t know that there was much in the way of grief for my wife, if you want to know the truth. For my child, if it was mine, but not for her. I think for a long time before the accident, I figured we were not suited. But how did you know?” She didn’t say anything, because she was pretty sure that he knew the answer to that as well. “I think her father killed her and blamed me because it didn’t end the way he’d hoped. It was me he wanted dead, not her, and he hired those men—the ones that he said weren’t there—to do it for him.”
“You know the answer to that as well as I do, don’t you? Do you remember the accident?” He said that he had always remembered it. “Then you wish for me to look? To see what you couldn’t before? I promise you, there will be no pain for you. I’ll just look at what you saw and felt that day.”
“I think so...I do. I want to know. The grief, as you said, is killing me. Not for the death, but that I might have caused it.” She nodded and asked him when. “I don’t know. Do you have to have some sort of dark room? Maybe I have to lie down?”
“No, you’re fine this way.” The thought of him lying down made her body warm. It had been a very long time since she’d had any desire for a male. More so since her body had seemed to wake for a touch. Reaching out her hand, just to touch his head, she moaned slightly when he put his hand over hers. “Don’t. You can’t touch me like this. I can’t think.”
“Yes you can. Like me, you just don’t want to think.” He pulled her closer. It did work better, her ability to see into his mind, if they were close, but they didn’t need to be body to body as they were now. “I can smell you. You’re warming to me. Your body is responding to mine the way that mine is to you.”
Closing her eyes against the onslaught of feelings he was pulling from her, Kate tried to concentrate on what she could find. As soon as she found the deep memories, her body stiffened when his did.
“You were arguing.” He said that they always were. “You believed then that the child was not yours. You asked her about it that day. It was why you were arguing. She finally told you the truth.”
“She said that it wasn’t. I’d forgotten about that until now. She told me that I’d been taken, that not only wasn’t the kid mine, but she wasn’t planning to keep it either.” Kate wrapped her arm around his shoulders when he lifted her to his body, his cock to her pussy, her breasts to his chest. “Tell me what you see. I need to...I need to know.”
“There was a car. It was fast, coming at you from the opposite direction.” Chris said that he saw it every time he closed his eyes, but he’d been told there was no one else. “Two men were in the front, one in the back. See them? They were on the wrong side of the road, in your lane, as you came around the bend. They knew you were there, you thought. Not only that, but you had a feeling that they were there to kill you all.”
“I don’t think they stopped or slowed when they saw us. I think...I think that Pella knew; she smiled when I told her to brace herself.” Kate told him that they hadn’t slowed down.
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