Vegas rich by Michaels Fern

Author:Michaels, Fern
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Businesswomen
Publisher: New York, NY : Kensington Pub. Corp.
Published: 1997-08-13T16:00:00+00:00

272 Fern Michaels

saw his head coming dovm, saw his mouth open, knew his intent, but she wasn't quick enough to pull and slide away from him.

"What the hell! Jesus, Fanny, what . . . ?" A moment later the bright bedside light came on. "And you were going to let me .. . Jesus Christ!" Fanny felt her own milk splatter over her neck and face. If there was a way for her to die right then and there, Fanny would have opted for death. Instead she tried to grind herself into the mattress and pillows beneath her. She struggled for the sheet and pulled it up to her chin. Ash ripped it away. The naked revulsion she saw on his face made Fanny squeeze her eyes shut. "You're still nursing those babies! When you wrote and told me that, I thought you meant for a week or so." He made it sound like she'd suckled the Devil. 'Jesus, the bed is all wet."

"You don't just nurse a baby for a week, Ash. They're on a bot-de now, but they have to be weaned slowly. It isn't easy."

"This is 1944, not the Dark Ages. No one forced you to do this to yourself. That's why they make baby bottles. My own mother gave me a botde, and that was twenty years ago. Jesus, Fanny, every time I think of you I'm going to envision those two babies hanging off. . . I can't handle this. I have to get out of here."

A hundred things flashed through Fanny's mind. Nasty things, explanations, pleas for understanding. She cowered beneath the covers, listening to the sounds of the shower. She wanted to reach out and turn off the light, but she didn't.

Thirty minutes later, Ash exited the bathroom, fully dressed. From the doorway he stared at his wife. "I know I'm probably wrong. Tomorrow or the next day I'll no doubt regret this . . . this . .. whatever it is. I'm sure my expectations were ... are ... I expected , . . wanted ... I need some time to ... 1 don't know, I just need time. Maybe we needed to know each other a htde . . .I'm confused. I'll write, Fanny."

Fanny lay as still as a statue. Surely this wasn't happening to her. But it was. Her husband was walking out on her because.. . because she nursed her babies. Because she'd gained too much weight. Because they didn't know each other well enough. From somewhere, deep within her, she found the guts to say, "Don't bother."

He was almost to the doorway when he turned and said, "What?"

"You heard me. I said, don't bother to write."

"Okay, if that's the way you want it, I won't. What are you going to do now, call my mother and cry on her shoulder?"

"It doesn't really matter, does it?"

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