Bear, Elizabeth - Wetwired 01 by Bear Elizabeth

Author:Bear, Elizabeth [Bear, Elizabeth]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2011-10-30T15:32:54+00:00

Pain is a funny thing. Once you live with it a little while, you forget it's there. You just feel tired and out of sorts, but you don't really notice anymore and you don't really know why. Pain is boring. And then the cessation of it comes as an epiphany, almost stunning—like falling in love.

Gabriel Castaign saved my life. He saved my soul. He knows the single worst thing I ever did in my life and he takes care of me anyway, even though he doesn't know I did it for him.

"Mon Ange," I say—mean old nickname, though not as bad as the pun he hanged on me—letting my head droop low, stretching my neck. "Thank you."

He reaches out and runs his fingers through my hair, the same way he tousles his children's. My heart squeezes tight in my chest. I've had too much to drink, and too many surprises, and it's a long bittersweet unguarded moment. There are big threats for facing.

Tomorrow. Richard saying, "I need you, Ms. Casey. My friend is in trouble, and you're a woman of honor."

And Valens. Vegetative state. Could be, rabbit. Could be.

Then words are out of my mouth before I have a chance to think about them. "I always wanted to tell you something."

My throat closes up behind like the proverbial barn door. His hand falls still in my hair, and I know that everything—decades of everything—was in my voice. "Jen," he says on a breath. "Shit. Jenny. I know."

Slowly, carefully, I turn my head to look at him out of the corner of my good eye. Sweat prickles across my skin. He's regarding me out of eyes like blue arctic water, two days' growth of beard shading the lower half of his face. He never would have gotten that scruffy back in the old days. "What do you know, Gabe?"

A long sigh. "I know what you want to tell me. I've known for years." His hand slides down the back of my neck to rest on my shoulder. My skin tingles under his touch.

"You said I was your best friend. Kiss of death."

He breathes in and out: thoughtful. "I was twenty-eight. What does anybody know at twenty-eight? And you didn't seem to want me to know."

"I didn't."

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