Slow Moon Rising by Eva Marie Everson

Author:Eva Marie Everson [Everson, Eva Marie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Christian Fiction, Islands—Florida—Fiction, Family secrets—Fiction, FIC042040, Domestic fiction, FIC027020, (¯`'•.¸//(*_*)\\¸.•'´¯)
ISBN: 9780800734381
Publisher: Revell
Published: 2013-06-01T04:00:00+00:00

“I know what I saw.”

“You don’t know anything, Kim. You’re imagining things just like you did last year.” Charlie pulled his belt from the loops of his pants and tossed it on our bed. Kicked off his leather boat shoes.

I pulled the belt from atop the comforter and walked it to Charlie’s closet, where I hung it on a hook. I returned to our bedroom, jaw aching from being locked so long, in time to watch my husband pull his polo over his head and throw it to the same place the belt had been. I stooped to pick up the shoes, muttering.

“What?” he said.

I straightened. “Keep your voice down, Charlie Tucker. I do not want the boys to hear us arguing.”

He jutted his face to inches from mine. “And just how do you think they could do that, Kim? They’re downstairs and we’re upstairs. There’s approximately thirty-five-hundred square feet between us and them.”

I snatched the shirt from the bed. “What does that have to do with anything?”

“What did you say? A minute ago? What did your smart mouth say?”

I walked away from him. Put the shoes on the shoe rack in his closet and the shirt into the dirty clothes basket before returning, again, to see him stepping out of his pants. He threw them toward me. I fumbled but recovered.

“Nice,” I said.

“May as well. You’re going to pick them up anyway, Miss Perfect.”

I started to drop the pants to the floor, thought better of it, and instead put them in the same hamper as the shirt. I came back to the bedroom to see that Charlie had pulled his dorm pajama pants out of a dresser drawer and was slinging them over his forearm.

“You know what, Charlie? You are not going to make this about me. And, for once, you are not going to bully me into anything. I. Know. What. I. Saw. And with Bunni? Bunni? The tart of Windermere?”

Anger flashed across his face; for a moment I felt fearful. I’d not seen Charlie angry too many times in our years together but enough to know I didn’t want to be on the wrong end of his fury. “That’s real Christian of you, Kimberly. That kind of talk should get you nominated for sainthood.”

I shoved my arms together. “Charlie, do not do this. I’m not kidding. I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry I said that. But everyone knows about Bunni. Everyone knows what kind of person she is.”

“Maybe you don’t know everything. Ever stop to think of that?”

I sat on the corner of the bed, crossed my legs. “All right then, Mr. Know-it-all. I’m all ears. Tell me what I don’t know.”

Charlie walked away from me, toward our bathroom. “I’m going to take a shower. Get the boys to bed, will you? I’m in no mood for any of this right now.”

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