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nightgown。
〃You still sound lousy；〃 he informed her； as though that settled that；
but she was impatient。
〃If you don't want to hear my noise；〃 she croaked； 〃don't good me into
conversation。 Isn't it about time I went upstairs to the other bedroom？〃
He grinned。 〃You don't like sleeping with me？〃
〃I'm not 'sleeping' with you； as the expression goes。 It's more like
sleeping in spite of you。 You may think that I'm out of it； but I feel
you beside me。 I know you're there 。。。 all night！ You touch me just
enough to make sure I'm all right； but that's all。 What fun is that？〃
She broke into a fit of coughing from which only Mitch's firm slap on
the back saved her。 He stayed to gently rub her neck and shoulders； his
touch growing more seductive by the minute。 She hadn't been aware of his
other hand on her midriff until it moved upward。 Her breast tingled at
its touch。 She gasped； but couldn't pull away。 His palm passed around
and over her nipple； teasing it through the soft flannel。 She gripped
his arm； as much to hold it there as for support。
〃It isn't much tin； is it？〃 he said； 〃but you'll stay down here for now；
where I can keep an eye on you。 In a few days you can go back upstairs。〃
〃In a few days I'll be going home。〃 A sad thought； indeed。 At his urging
she lay back on the pillow。 Her eyes held his。 She waited。 〃Something
has to give；〃 he said。 〃You know that； don't you； Annie？〃
She nodded。 They were nearing the point where a kiss alone wasn't
enough。 Same with the occasional week together。
〃Are you ready for more？〃 he asked。
〃Are you？〃
〃I asked first。〃
〃I can't answer until I know more。 Tell me about your family。〃
His eyes held hers。 〃There isn't much to tell。 My parents are alive and
well in Manhattan。 My father is retired。 He has been for several years
now。 It's nice。 Gives him time to spend doing other things。〃
〃What did he do？〃
Mitch grinned。 〃He was a concert pianist。 I'm sure you'd recognize the
name if I told you。〃 He didn't offer it； nor did she ask。 That part of
the bargain held。
Anne was intrigued。 〃That's quite a switch…from concert pianist to
business tycoon in one generation。 Was the musical ability passed on at
all？〃
He smiled。 〃Can I carry a tune？ Fairly。 Can I play the piano？ No。 My
sister does； though。〃
Her eyes widened。 〃You have a sister？ Is she older or younger than you？〃
He gave the ceiling a one…eyed squint。 〃Older by 。。。 let's see 。。。
three； no four； minutes。〃
〃Years；〃 she corrected quietly。
〃Minutes；〃 he reasserted； laughing。
〃TWINS？〃
He nodded。
〃Oh； Mitch！〃 She was delighted。 〃That's marvelous！ You must have had fun
growing up！〃
〃Not really。 She was always taller； smarter； and faster than I was。〃
〃And now？〃
He grinned。 〃I've caught up。〃
〃There must have been some advantage to being the runt of the litter；〃
she teased。
〃Oh； there was。 My mother pampered me more。 She felt sorry for me。〃
A mischievous gleam danced in his eyes。 〃I suppose that's why I still
have the need to touch and be touched。〃 He took her hand between his
two。 Anne refused to be distracted。 〃Are there other twins in the
family？〃
He shook his head。 〃Just Liz and me。〃
〃Liz？〃 A bell rang。 She smiled when Mitch realized his slip。 〃Hmmmm 。。。
Liz；〃 she repeated with an accusing lilt。
He grew sheepish。 〃Now you know my secrets。〃
〃That was Liz with you at the restaurant before Christmas。〃
〃Uh…huh。〃
〃Is she married？〃
〃It didn't work out。 But lately she's been seeing a nice guy。〃
〃What does she do with her music？〃
〃Actually； she's more a harpist than a pianist。〃
〃Beautiful！〃 Anne exclaimed。
〃Not while she was first learning；〃 he muttered。
Anne gave him a nudge。 〃You're jealous of her talent。〃
〃Maybe。〃 He raised her hand and kissed her fingers in true continental
style； then left her alone to rest。
That night Anne had a nightmare。 It was more frightening than any she'd
had since she'd been a child。 Bolting upright in bed； drenched in a cold
sweat； she struggled to catch her breath until Mitch's arms came around
her。
〃What is it； honey？〃 he asked in alarm。 The room was dim； bathed eerily
in the blue light of the moon as it spilled over the snow in the yard。
〃A nightmare。 Oh； God； it was awful。〃 She trembled in spite of his
steadying hold。
〃Want to tell me about it？〃
〃It's that court case hanging over my head。〃
〃What court case？〃
〃The accident。 My husband's family has been pushing me to sue for
negligence。 I agreed at first because I was as angry as they were and we
were all so helpless。 Now I'd rather put the whole thing behind me。〃
Mitch was silent for a time。 〃And the nightmare？〃 he asked quietly。 His
arms were exquisitely tender as they held her to his chest。
She took a shuddering breath。 〃I dreamed I was on that plane with Jeff
when it crashed； but that I wasn't injured and had to stand by and watch
while he burned to death。 There were no doctors； no medics； nothing but
flames and smoke and debris and people's screams。〃 She buried her face
in his chest。 〃It was awful。〃
He spoke softly against her hair。 〃I know； honey； I know。 But it was
only a dream。〃 His nearness forted her。 〃Only a dream；〃 he repeated
and said it on and off； between gentle rocking； until she fell back to
sleep。
Mitch seemed preoccupied。 She sensed it from time to time and guessed
that he had work on his mind。 On the last night before she was to leave；
though； she looked up to find him brooding at the flames in the hearth。
He was sitting on the floor by her chair； with his legs stretched toward
the warmth。
She touched his shoulder。 〃Is something wrong？〃
Snatched from some distant place； he jerked his head around。 〃Hmm？〃
〃You look bothered by something。 I'm back to normal； and you haven't
begun to fight with me。〃 She gave him a teasing smile。 His smile was
oddly sad。 〃I seem to have lost my taste for the fight。〃
〃This must have been a boring week for you。〃
〃I haven't minded。 It's been restful。〃
〃Too restful。 Tomorrow is my last morning here。 Will you go walking with
me； or do I sneak out alone？〃
He looked back at the fire。 〃I'll go with you。〃
She had expected an argument； something to the tune of You're not well
enough for a walk。 When he said nothing； she knew something was
definitely wrong。
But he wasn't the only one who had lost his taste for the fight。 She
didn't want anything to mar their last night。 So she let it go。 With the
snowfall still fresh on the deserted mountain； the sight greeting them
the following morning was one of blinding splendor。 The sky was a deep
blue； the air cold and still。 Days of warm sun and freezing temperatures
had created a crust of ice。 The crunch underfoot echoed as they made
their way across the hillside。 Bits of the brook that weren't frozen ran
through crystalline palaces of branches and weeds。 The only other signs
of life were those frozen in the snow； the tracks of the snowshoe rabbit
or the packed path of the deer。
It was a scene of rare beauty； all the more beautiful for the week…long
wait to see it。 But time was short。 Too soon； afternoon arrived and the
moment of parting。
〃Are you sure you won't stay the weekend？〃 Mitch asked。 〃You shouldn't
be driving so far yet。〃 Her car was packed。 They stood beside it。
His wistfulness added to Anne's regret。 〃I wish I could。 But I promised
my folks I'd attend a hospital benefit with them tomorrow night。 I can't
let them down。〃
He wrapped an arm around her。 〃Even if you're letting me down？〃 His eyes
dropped to her lips。 Seconds later he kissed them。 It was a gentle
caress； sweet torture to Anne's reawakening body。 She wound her arms
around his neck and felt him tighten in response。 She was well now。 Her
departure was imminent。 If ever there was a time for ardor； this was it。
The kiss deepened and the fire grew hotter。 With a wildness borne of
desperation； he thrust his tongue deeper into her mouth； and Anne reeled
at the sensation。 She would have happily returned to the house； to that
same bedroom； that same large bed if he'd asked just then。 But he
didn't。
With a shaky breath； he drew back。 He took her hand； pressed something
in it； and closed her fingers。 〃I want you to take this。 It's a key to
the place。 I have a few hectic weeks ahead； but I'll be up again at the
end of March。 If you want to e at any time； I want you to。〃
Anne was deeply touched； but that wasn't the only reason her eyes filled
with tears。 Frightened that she would make a fool of herself； she
whispered a soft thanks against his cheek in a final hug； pulled away；
and got into her car。 She headed down the sanded road without a look
behind。 Parting was getting harder and harder。
March in Vermont was the time of unlocking； that period during which the
frozen ground gradually yielded one frigid layer after another to the
power of an ever…stronger sun； when the brooks and ponds； rivers and
lakes lost their ice to the rush of the downstream current。 It was a
time of the loud thrashing of formidably cold waters against their
banks。 It was a time of mud。
Anne hadn't expected that when she left New York。 Taking Mitch up on his
offer and using his key； she