stopped when he straightened, his face going rigidly still. She’d hit a nerve he’d thought deadened beyond response. He had long ago instinctively sensed that his personal hell took him to the limit of his endurance; the world had to be kept at a distance. He didn’t like the fact that she had somehow guessed that.
“Yes,” he said, his voice soft, “it is my business.”
“I said it was,” she went on, her chin coming up as if to show him he couldn’t intimidate her despite the fact that, even with her in heels, he towered over her. “If you want to build walls around yourself as high as these hills, fine. I know you have your reasons—”
“You don’t know a damn thing about my reasons.”
She drew herself up even straighter. There was nothing of the fawn in her eyes now; they were dark and fairly glittering with anger.
“Nor do I care,” she snapped. “If you want to hide here and nurse your guilt for the rest of your life, that’s fine with me.”
Dalton went very still. He’d met this woman once, for all of five minutes, never mind that she’d haunted him ever since. Where the hell had she gotten this idea? Did she know who he’d been, what he’d done? When he spoke, his voice was even softer than before, with an undertone many had once recognized as the prelude to an eruption. He doubted he was capable of that kind of emotion any longer, but this was as close as he’d come in a long time.
“Guilt?”
She looked oddly abashed for an instant, as if caught doing something she shouldn’t have.
“Or whatever it is that’s eating at you,” she said hastily. “I told you, I don’t care. But I do care about other people getting hurt. You can’t let somebody in, just enough to start to care, then slam the door on them!”
To start to care? Dalton’s heart slammed in his chest, startling him into wondering if his emotions were as dead as he’d like to believe. Had that five minutes of their first meeting been as indelibly carved into her mind as his? Had she been haunted by it as he had?
Stop it, he ordered himself. Even if she had, it meant nothing. He wouldn’t allow it to mean anything.
“He’s just a boy, Mr. MacKay. A very troubled boy.”
Jimmy, he thought. This was about Jimmy. God, MacKay, you’re a fool.
“The last thing he needs,” she was saying vehemently, “is the one adult he thought was his friend turning his back on him.”
Dalton fought off the twinge her words caused. “I didn’t turn my back on him. I’m just not used to having a kid around all the time.”
“So tell him you’re busy, to come back tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow’s not going to be any better.”
“Nice philosophy. And now you’ve got Jimmy believing it, too.”
“I can’t help what he believes.”
Her eyes widened. “You don’t honestly believe that, do you? He idolizes you! You could make him believe whatever you want.”
“Idols,” he said flatly, “usually have feet of clay. He might as well learn that early.”
She studied him for a long moment. “Did yours?” she asked softly.
Caught off guard by the unexpected question, the answer slipped out before he could stop it, a harsh whisper that was barely audible.
“No.”
He backed up a step, unable to bear the gentle understanding in her eyes. That was three times now she’d gotten to him, gotten through to a part of him buried so deep it should have been impossible. It was as if she could read his mind somehow, as if she knew his deepest thoughts, things he rarely dragged out into the light himself.
“Who was he, Dalton?”
His entire body tensed. He wasn’t sure if it was because she was treading ground upon which he never let anyone walk, or if it was something much more primitive, much more elemental: the sound of his name in that low, soft voice. The only thing he was certain of was that this had to stop. Now.
“None of your business,” he said harshly.
“I see,” she said in that same gentle tone, and he had the oddest feeling that it was literally true, that she saw everything, clear down to the twisted, shriveled darkness of his soul. Pressure built up inside him as the threat closed in. This woman, and the boy she was so valiantly fighting for, could make him lose sight of why he’d come here. He couldn’t let that happen.
“Look,” he growled, “I don’t have time for this. And I don’t have time for that damn kid hanging around and asking questions all the time, let alone having him drag in everybody else in town.”
It was a moment before understanding dawned in her eyes.
“You mean me, don’t you?” Astonishment echoed in her voice. “You’re angry at Jimmy because he brought me here? And you’re making him pay for my intrusion? Of all the misguided— How dare you?”
He’d known she was angry when she’d first come in, but there was little doubt that now she was furious. He’d never known brown eyes could be icy, but these were.
Конец ознакомительного фрагмента.
Текст предоставлен ООО «ЛитРес».
Прочитайте эту книгу целиком, купив полную легальную версию на ЛитРес.
Безопасно оплатить книгу можно банковской картой Visa, MasterCard, Maestro, со счета мобильного телефона, с платежного терминала, в салоне МТС или Связной, через PayPal, WebMoney, Яндекс.Деньги, QIWI Кошелек, бонусными картами или другим удобным Вам способом.