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up trying to be comfortable and fi x my thoughts on the road ahead but I can’t because e very winding turn o f the bus up the hill causes Stacy’s thighs to brush against mine .
I steal another glance at her legs and I grind my teeth as bit ter, galling jealousy festers inside me.
Her legs are like twins, perfectly mat ched, slender, firm and blemish less . T he type of skin that you had to be bo rn with because you could never get it from a bottle.
And so runs the rest of her body. Sh e is like a gazelle, elegant, beauti fully proportioned. Willowy , mahogany waves and green eyes complete an already perfect picture. She appears totally unaware of my perusal. She closes her eyes and her long lashe s drift down against her cheeks, highlighting the tiny lines of fatigue around the corners of her eyes . No doubt courtesy of being pursued by Emmanuel.
I sag in defeat. Seeing her clasped protectively in Nate ’s arms on the pier had been too much to take and I had made my escape as soon as I had regained the use of my faculties.
I did not need to stretch my imagination to know that they were related in the biblical sense.
I WILL NOT CRY!
But the sting does not go away. He still cares for her. That was clear in the way he had held her, nuzz led the top of her head like a beloved pet!
And she … loves him. The softness of her body as she’d pressed into him was enough proof of that .
I focus intensely on the dark green of the trees which hug the roadside , the velv ety looking grass swaying at their feet. The distant murmur of running wat er teases my senses. Montserrat is lushly forested and water ed , typical of the vol canic regions in the Caribbean.
The recent spate of eruptions has virtually emptied this side of the island which sits within a hairsbreadth of the danger zone whose entry is forbidden . I wrap my arm s tightly around myself. T hough we cannot see the mountain from this hill I c atch hints of the ash infused air, and it reeks of rot ted roots .
I try to focu s on something less disgusting . On the opposite side of the bus Aubrey i s asleep again, cuddled into Elaine’s arms. I swallow the lump in my throat as I watch her hand glide soothin gly over his close cropped hair, dow n the side of his flushed cheek and back up again.
I have rarely seen Elaine touch Aubrey like a mother . Aubrey adores her but has learned to keep his love in check at her unpredictable coldness. N ow overnight she is clasping h im to her bosom , shielding him from harm.
All of which is Nate’s fault, I muse bitterly. And my own stupidity and greed . I should never have helped him . N o matter how much money he’d offered me. I watch a dosing Stacy from beneath my lashes. E ven Stacy, someone he has known before me and who obviously has such tender feelings for him has suffered because of him, with the ugly br uises on her otherwise flawless face to prove it .
Still I cannot quite make myself sympathize with her. She had had a chance to escape th is perilous connection and she’d chosen not to.
I return my gaze to the vehicle’s window.
As we swing around the hill, the sun is sparkling on the sea, and I recognize belatedly that this is my most favorite time of day . The heat is going from the sun, the sea is at its calm est with not even a ruffle for a wave and the trees are sway ing to music that only they can hear.
We make a particularly sharp turn and Stacy’s leg brush es mine for the umpteenth time. S he awakens, my lips tighten but seeing he r tentative smile I try to swallow down my unwarranted hostility .
None of this is her f ault. S he’d obvious ly suffered because of Nate. I hate to contemplate the fear she must have gone through, the ruthless feel of Emmanuel’s hands on her, colliding with her soft flesh.
On our way into town from the pier this morning, she’ d opened up to Nate about what she’d gone through.
I had listened as she’d detailed some of the horrors Emmanuel had put her through
I steal another glance at her legs and I grind my teeth as bit ter, galling jealousy festers inside me.
Her legs are like twins, perfectly mat ched, slender, firm and blemish less . T he type of skin that you had to be bo rn with because you could never get it from a bottle.
And so runs the rest of her body. Sh e is like a gazelle, elegant, beauti fully proportioned. Willowy , mahogany waves and green eyes complete an already perfect picture. She appears totally unaware of my perusal. She closes her eyes and her long lashe s drift down against her cheeks, highlighting the tiny lines of fatigue around the corners of her eyes . No doubt courtesy of being pursued by Emmanuel.
I sag in defeat. Seeing her clasped protectively in Nate ’s arms on the pier had been too much to take and I had made my escape as soon as I had regained the use of my faculties.
I did not need to stretch my imagination to know that they were related in the biblical sense.
I WILL NOT CRY!
But the sting does not go away. He still cares for her. That was clear in the way he had held her, nuzz led the top of her head like a beloved pet!
And she … loves him. The softness of her body as she’d pressed into him was enough proof of that .
I focus intensely on the dark green of the trees which hug the roadside , the velv ety looking grass swaying at their feet. The distant murmur of running wat er teases my senses. Montserrat is lushly forested and water ed , typical of the vol canic regions in the Caribbean.
The recent spate of eruptions has virtually emptied this side of the island which sits within a hairsbreadth of the danger zone whose entry is forbidden . I wrap my arm s tightly around myself. T hough we cannot see the mountain from this hill I c atch hints of the ash infused air, and it reeks of rot ted roots .
I try to focu s on something less disgusting . On the opposite side of the bus Aubrey i s asleep again, cuddled into Elaine’s arms. I swallow the lump in my throat as I watch her hand glide soothin gly over his close cropped hair, dow n the side of his flushed cheek and back up again.
I have rarely seen Elaine touch Aubrey like a mother . Aubrey adores her but has learned to keep his love in check at her unpredictable coldness. N ow overnight she is clasping h im to her bosom , shielding him from harm.
All of which is Nate’s fault, I muse bitterly. And my own stupidity and greed . I should never have helped him . N o matter how much money he’d offered me. I watch a dosing Stacy from beneath my lashes. E ven Stacy, someone he has known before me and who obviously has such tender feelings for him has suffered because of him, with the ugly br uises on her otherwise flawless face to prove it .
Still I cannot quite make myself sympathize with her. She had had a chance to escape th is perilous connection and she’d chosen not to.
I return my gaze to the vehicle’s window.
As we swing around the hill, the sun is sparkling on the sea, and I recognize belatedly that this is my most favorite time of day . The heat is going from the sun, the sea is at its calm est with not even a ruffle for a wave and the trees are sway ing to music that only they can hear.
We make a particularly sharp turn and Stacy’s leg brush es mine for the umpteenth time. S he awakens, my lips tighten but seeing he r tentative smile I try to swallow down my unwarranted hostility .
None of this is her f ault. S he’d obvious ly suffered because of Nate. I hate to contemplate the fear she must have gone through, the ruthless feel of Emmanuel’s hands on her, colliding with her soft flesh.
On our way into town from the pier this morning, she’ d opened up to Nate about what she’d gone through.
I had listened as she’d detailed some of the horrors Emmanuel had put her through
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