Night's Edge: Dancers in the Dark\Her Best Enemy\Someone Else's Shadow by Charlaine Harris & Maggie Shayne & Barbara Hambly

Author:Charlaine Harris & Maggie Shayne & Barbara Hambly [Harris, Charlaine]
Format: epub
Tags: General, Fiction, Short Stories, American Science Fiction And Fantasy, American Light Romantic Fiction, Romance - Paranormal, Romance - Anthologies, Occult fiction; American, Romance, Paranormal, Romance - Short Stories, Love stories; American, Short stories; American, Fiction - Romance
ISBN: 9780373774289
Publisher: HQN Books
Published: 2009-07-31T19:30:00+00:00

CHAPTER FIVE

Throughout the long ride to Westhampton, it was as if Sandy Weinraub occupied the seat at Maddie's side.

Her physical passion for Phil confused her. She wanted him, but knew in her heart that it was much more than that. The reawakening of desire was followed closely—as it had been last night—by misgivings about herself and her judgment. She had loved Sandy, passionately and completely. It had seemed to her right and logical to surrender things.She loved in order to be with him and to keep him happy. The first night they'd been together, she remembered very clearly, he had spent sipping vodka, never seeming really drunk. Not that it would have mattered, as long as they were together.

She had willed herself not to notice. Not to have it matter.

She let her breath out in a sigh, her body moving with the jostle of the train. In retrospect she couldn't imagine how she could have been that stupid. Stupid to love him, she thought. Stupid to marry him. Stupid to pound her head against the wall of thinking she could change him, by threats to leave, by pleas, by reasoning, by all her offers of help. She still didn't know whether he'd actually loved her or not. Could addicts really love?

Had it all been lies?

She loved Phil. She knew that as surely as she knew her name, and the knowledge filled her with tenor and despair.

If he was lying to her—about loving, about sanity—she didn't think she could go through all that pain again. Every instinct she possessed told her that Phil Cooper was a man she could love, a man she could trust. He was strong and funny and listened to what other people said, to say nothing of the fact that just being in the same room with him made her want to rip his clothes off and drag him into bed…

But every instinct she possessed had once told her that Sandy loved her. And that their love was good and right.

Which left her where?

Bay Shore. Patchogue. Exhausted shoppers bundled in overcoats and rubber boots trying to juggle purses, magazines, brown Bloomie's bags from the after-Christmas sales, umbrellas, crying children who should have been settled down for naps and cookies hours ago. Early darkness flashed by the windows of the train, hiding the long gray shape of cold beaches, colder sea. .

In the river parishes along the Mississippi they'd be lighting bonfires, huge frames of logs whose orange glare was visible for miles through the dense winter fog. Everyone would be getting ready for Mardi Gras and holding King Cake parties—if you got the plastic baby in your slice of King Cake you'd have to throw the next party—and the whole world smelled of burning sugar from the refineries. Though it would be damply cold, it was seldom the wet, brutal, uncaring cold of New York.

"I came down here the minute I discovered there were places in the world where it didn't snow," Sandy bad said to her, with his sly sidelong grin, as they'd walked up St.

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