The Marriage Test by Barbara McMahon

Author:Barbara McMahon
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2013-02-15T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVEN

AFTER dinner they sat on the porch and watched as the sun sank behind the hills. The night was quiet and still. Lights shone through the trees from other cottages. Replete and content, Sara watched as the sky darkened and the first stars appeared.

Alec rose and paced to the edge of the porch. “I feel I ought to be doing something.”

“You are, you’re resting. Sit down and relax.”

“Easy for you to say. You did a lot today, you’re probably tired.”

“Not especially—I’m just comfy. You worked so you should be tired, too. Sit down. It’ll be full dark soon. We can already see some of the stars.”

He glanced up briefly, then turned around. “We could go for a walk.”

“We could sit here, quietly, and talk,” she countered swiftly. “Honestly, it’s no wonder you were exhausted when you crashed, you don’t cut yourself any slack. There is nothing pressing to be done, nowhere you have to be, just sit and do nothing.”

He ran his fingers through his hair and walked over, dropping down into the chair.

Sara would like to run her fingers through his hair and mess it up some more!

“What do you want to talk about? Why is it women always want to talk?” he grumbled.

“Why is it men don’t?”

“It’s a waste of time.”

“How so?” She tried to see him in the growing darkness, but he was merely a silhouette.

“They always want to talk about feelings. A person feels as he feels, talking about it doesn’t change anything.”

“Sometimes it can explain things, open the door for communications.”

He rose again and paced to the stairs. “I feel frustrated, angry I crashed, annoyed as hell that my brother, my doctor, my secretary and everyone else who knows me seems to think I need rest. Outraged you didn’t tell me about the baby as soon as you found out. And resentful as hell that you left, and that I still don’t understand what makes you tick. So does that foster communications?” he asked sardonically, turning to glare at her.

“You can’t let your job alone, it’s as if you are obsessed with it. You’ve made it plain you resent being forced to take vacation. What would foster the beginnings of communications would be to tell me why you can’t let go and relax. Why can’t you put work aside for three short weeks, recharge and be even more enthusiastic about it when you go back?” Sara returned.

“We had this discussion on the dock the other night. I’ve agreed to do vacation things with you. And we need to discuss us. I want to know your plans for my baby once it’s born.”

“One afternoon walk does not a vacation make,” she said, ignoring the last part.

“I feel fine. I’m rested.”

“Except for dizzy spells and times when your arm aches.”

“How did you know my arm aches?”

“I have eyes, counselor. I’ve seen you cradle it from time to time. And I know broken bones can ache when healing. Rest would help.”

“We’re back to that.”

“Nope. I’m going to bed.

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