That Camden Summer by Lavyrle Spencer

Author:Lavyrle Spencer [Spencer, Lavyrle]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Historical, Divorced Mothers, Family Life, General, Romance, Women - Maine, Historical Fiction, Fiction, Domestic Fiction, Maine, Women
ISBN: 9780515119923
Google: OOB4CHKH1zYC
Amazon: 0425233219
Publisher: Penguin
Published: 1996-01-02T05:00:00+00:00

scissored through the house along with the green scent of clipped grass. And being touched, soothed was something he hadn't realized he'd missed.

"That feels good," he mumbled into the cloth.

So she rubbed him some more, watching him rock on the chair, so relaxed he'd given up all form of resistance.

After a while she bent forward at the waist to peer at his right ear and jaw. "You're not falling asleep, are you, Gabriel?"

"Hmm. "Feel better now?" "Mm-hmm." As her hand slid away from his shoulder he

lifted his head. His face was damp from the cloth, hair pushed up and darker above his forehead where it, too, had gotten damp. His eyes were unguarded and steady on her. When he handed her the cloth his fingers closed over her hand and pulled.

"Gabriel, I don't think

"Don't say anything," he said, and toppled her onto his lap.

"Stop it, Gabriel." "You mean that?"

"Yes. I'm not starting anything with you." "I'm not starting anything with you either. I've just been thinking about kissing you, that's all. I got the idea you'd been thinking about it too."

"It's a stupid idea."

"You talk too much, you know that?"

When he kissed her she stopped resisting. His skin was cool-I still damp, rough around his lips from the day's growth of whiskers. His tongue was warm and the slightest bit timid. She had fallen with one arm folded against his chest, the other free to roam. It did nothing of the sort but lay against his shirtfront inertly while at her back he still held the damp cloth. But he took his time, and grew surprisingly facile as the seconds stretched on. She opened her eyes once to see if his were closed. They were, and the glimpse of his eyelashes at close range brought an unbidden skitter along her limbs. It had been years since she'd kissed a man - the slobbering pleas of her husband had grown unpalatable years before their divorce - and she certainly wasn't going to let herself be unduly swayed by the first, thus becoming what all divorcees were rumored to be. So she let him do the work and remained merely amenable. By the time she sat up the wet cloth had wilted a circle of starch on the back of her white apron.

She rose from his lap in full control of her emotions and stood with her back to him. "This is a very bad idea," she said.

"I told myself the same thing."

"It was just that poem yesterday and all that claptrap about bows and cords."

"Maybe. Maybe not."

"Wouldn't that party line burn up if anybody in this town found out what we just did?" "Well, I'm not going to tell them. " He sat

up straighter as if his head had finally cleared. "I've got more sense than that."

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