1995-Brown, Sandra by The Witness

Author:The Witness [Witness, The]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2011-10-27T19:15:32+00:00

She came toward him. "Then hold Kevin for me while I brew myself a cup."

As she moved past, she thrust the kid at him, then sashayed down the hallway and disappeared into the kitchen. For several moments he did nothing. He forced his mind into neutral, refusing to let it register any sensations. Then, gradually, he allowed a few sensory impulses to seep through the dual barriers of aversion and terror.

Kevin was a plump baby. Consequently, it came as a surprise that he was incredibly light. Also amazing was the softness of his skin. Or maybe it had just seemed soft in contrast to his hairy chest.

He had finally worked up enough nerve to look down at the child. Disconcertingly, the baby's eyes were focused on him. He held his breath. The kid was sure to start squalling when he failed to recognize the person holding him.

Instead, Kevin's pink mouth stretched open in a wide yawn, exposing his toothless gums and small tongue. Then he re leased three little farts, a trio of tiny expulsions that could be felt through his diaper.

In spite of himself, he chuckled.

"I had a hunch the two of you would get along well if you ever let down your guard."

He hadn't noticed Kendall's return until she spoke. He looked up and saw her watching him over a steaming cup of tea that smelled like oranges.

"He's okay, I guess."

"He's wonderful and you know it. He likes you."

"How do you know?"

"He's blowing bubbles. Whenever he's happy, he blows bubbles."

The baby was in fact sputtering drool all over his chin and happily waving his arms. He appeared content, but John was still unsure. "You'd better take him now."

She seemed amused but said nothing as she set her cup of tea on the end table, took the baby, and carried him into his bedroom. "He dropped right off to sleep again, " she remarked when she came back. "Why can't adults be so lucky?"

"We have too much on our minds."

"Have you got something on your mind?"

He listened for underlying mockery in her tone but heard none. She had posed the question seriously, so he answered in kind. "Yes, I've got something on my mind. In fact, it stays.

He didn't need to elaborate. Her eyes grew misty and her voice husky. "It's never far from my mind either."

He didn't think he could survive another rejection, but after she said that, there was no way he could keep from reaching for her. She landed softly against his chest. Her fingers curled through his chest hair as she tilted her face up to his. He let go of his crutch. As it fell, he dug his fingers into her cropped hair and held her head tightly.

Her lips were waiting and pliant. Because of the tea, the inside of her mouth was hot. He dipped his tongue into it, again and again, kissing her with such total possession that when he finally stopped, she rested her cheek against his chest.

"Slower, John. I can hardly breathe.

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