Authors: Delilah Devlin
why did you leave?”
“I went back to my place to pick up the tools I need to start work on the eaves
today. You were sleeping so soundly I didn’t want to wake you. I’m sorry now, I didn’t
tell you.”
She hugged him hard and pressed her face against his neck. He was apologizing to
her, and she was the one who should be ashamed. But she held onto her silence for just
a moment longer, savoring the feelings that washed over her. Love enfolded her as he
rocked her in his arms.
“Strange as it sounds, Katelyn, you hardly know me, and I don’t know nearly
enough about you. Why should you trust me? How ‘bout we talk? I know there’s
something bothering you, but there can’t be anything so terrible we can’t face it
together.”
It hurt so much to look into his face and see the love shining in his eyes.
How do I tell
him?
She shook her head, knowing what she was about to say would make a difference.
“I’m married…”
It didn’t take more than a moment for him to react. It was as if a shutter closed over
his face. He drew away from her emotionally, even before his hands lifted her off his
lap and left her body.
Panic flared and stilled her heart. “Daniel, please let me explain.”
“I think you summed it up just fine, ma’am,” he said. He rose to his feet, turned on
his heels and marched toward his truck.
She ran after him on bare feet, heedless of the stones in the driveway, “Please,
Daniel. Wait!”
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He slammed the door to his truck and started it up. She stood beside his window,
but he wouldn’t look at her.
“Daniel, let me explain.”
He began to drive away, but she ran beside him, desperate now for him to hear her.
“I’m separated— I’ve already filed for divorce. Daniel, wait.” The truck pulled away,
and at the end of the drive, he gunned the engine.
Slowly, she became aware that she had been standing there a long time, staring at
the empty road. She wiped her tears on the sleeves of her robe, and turned back to the
house.
She had plenty of work to do. She would get through this pain the same way she
always had. She just needed to keep busy. Never mind this time the agony cut so much
deeper than her husband had ever managed to do.
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Hours later, she paused to wipe the sweat from her forehead. She dropped her
scrub brush into the dirty water and decided to get a fresh bucket before she tackled the
last window.
She heard a footstep behind her and spun on her heels.
Daniel stood there. His face was pale and his mouth a tight line. His expression was
harshly etched.
Afraid she would just break down and cry in front of him, she turned away and
dumped the bucket of water.
“We need to talk,” he said, his tone hard, the pitch deep and strained.
She added soap to the bucket and began to fill it with water, ignoring him. He
wouldn’t listen to her before, why should she listen now? She reached for the pail, but
his hands stopped her. They settled on her arms and clasped her tight.
He stood so close she could feel him against her back. “Katelyn, stop.”
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“Let me go, Daniel. I have work to finish up here.”
“We’re gonna talk. I shouldn’t have left the way I did earlier. I’m sorry for that.”
As strong as the relief that sang in her heart, anger blasted hot and furious. “Sorry?”
She shook off his hands and turned. “You didn’t even give me a chance to explain.
Where was your trust? You demand it from me, but the first time yours was tested—”
“I had to get away…to think. I was too mad to make sense of anything you wanted
to tell me. I needed a little time.”
“Well, now you have plenty of it,” she snapped. “I’d like you to leave.”
“I’m not goin’ until you settle down and talk to me.”
“I don’t have to do what you tell me to. There’s nothing left to say, and I have work
to do.” She turned her back on him, picked up the pail and stalked toward the window.
She heard a muttered, “Dammit, Katelyn,” just before she heard the sound of him
walking away. That made her even madder. His affections could only be a pale thing
compared to hers if he could give up so easily.
Well, it’s better to know now
, she told herself. Convincing herself it was better this
way, she closed her mind to the pain and scrubbed the dirty window.
Weary and heartsick, she finished up and decided she’d had enough for the day.
Too little sleep the night before, and too many emotions that morning, had left her
exhausted.
She entered through the back door and headed straight for the shower. The water
soothed her aching muscles, and she let her tears mingle with the spray jetting down on
her. After she dried off, she went in search of fresh clothing. She had just pulled an agesoftened T-shirt over her head when the sound of banging from the front of the house
registered.
Every admonition she’d given herself earlier, trying to convince herself she was
better off without a man—especially one who quit when the going got rough—
disappeared. She’d been lying to herself.
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Heart pounding, she walked through the house and looked out the front window. It
was Daniel. He was there on her porch, prying a board free. He hadn’t walked out on
her after all.
But was he here to finish the job or because he wanted another chance? She
suspected the answer was up to her.
He must have sensed her watching, because he looked up. She couldn’t read his
expression before he turned his attention back to the crowbar and the board he’d almost
worked free.
Unsure how she’d be received, she hesitated. She prayed she hadn’t been
misreading him all along. If he returned even a small portion of the love she felt for
him, it would be enough.
Pushing open the screen door, she took a deep breath and walked out onto the
porch. He ignored her now, and kept working. She didn’t mind, deciding it would be
easier to get through the explanations without him looking right at her.
“I’m sorry I shouted at you earlier,” she said softly. “It was childish of me. I wanted
to hurt you like you hurt me when you left this morning.”
A board creaked ominously before it split. Daniel tossed down the crowbar and
began to pull at the board with his hands.
He wasn’t going to make this easy for her. And she knew she deserved it. She had
been the one to lie. Or at the very least, omit an important piece of information.
“Please just listen, Daniel.” She eyed his back. His head was cocked to the side, and
his motions slowed, so she knew he was listening. “I was wrong not to tell you about
my marriage,” she began. “I don’t consider myself married anymore. My husband and I
have been apart for more than a year. Our marriage wasn’t a good one.”
Pausing, she realized it was easier to say what she had to without him looking at
her, but she needed to read his expression. She didn’t know if she was reaching him.
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“My husband was very controlling. And while he didn’t ever hurt me physically,
he made me feel…small and stupid. He also made me feel very
unsexy
.” She heard him
snort and she rushed to continue. “And there were other women. A lot of other women.
Chris said he needed them because I wasn’t woman enough for him.” She turned away
and stared sightlessly at the expanse of rugged buffalo grass before her.
“I believed him for the longest time. I don’t know what changed in me, or when it
occurred that I didn’t have to take it. I moved out. And at first I thought I was doing it
to punish him, and make him see how much he had hurt me. But then, I started to
realize I liked my life better without him. That was when I decided to leave Atlanta. I
couldn’t really let go of my past if I stayed there.”
He didn’t stop working, and she started to feel anxious that maybe none of what
she was saying mattered to him or excused her.
“When I came out here to Texas, it was to get as far away from my old life as I
possibly could. The last thing I wanted was another man. And trust one? I didn’t think I
ever could again.”
The board came free in his hands, and he tossed it on top of a growing pile next to
the porch. He picked up the crowbar, and inserted the end between two old splintered
boards high in the eaves over the porch. The muscles in his arms and shoulders
bunched and sweat dampened the back of his shirt.
Needing to be closer to him before she could say what she needed to say next, she
stepped behind him and put her arms around his waist, pressing her cheek to the wet
circle between his shoulder blades.
He stilled immediately.
“Daniel…” Squeezing him fiercely, she whispered, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I felt
that if I shared this, somehow I wasn’t being strong. And I didn’t want you to know
how stupid I’d been. You’ve shown me more about passion and what love is supposed
to be in the past days, than I ever experienced in years of marriage to him. Every time
you pushed, it wasn’t just because you wanted something from yourself. You were
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giving me the world, but I was too scared to accept or see that.” Frightened because she
didn’t sense any change in his rigid stance, she went for broke. “But I want you to
know…
I trust you.
And I love you with all my heart.”
She felt his chest expand as he took a deep breath. He lowered his arms and set the
crowbar on top of the rail. Then he placed both hands over hers and squeezed them
gently. They stood there for long minutes, relaxing, savoring.
“You’re not wearing a thing under that T-shirt are you?”
The question, and his deep smoky voice, made her smile. She bit him playfully on
the back, and she felt his response in the ripple of his stomach muscles beneath her
hands.
Pulling free of her grasp, he turned quickly, grabbing her around her waist. Before
she had time to even gasp in surprise, he sat her down on the porch rail and stepped
between her thighs. Their faces were level now, his gaze spearing into hers.
“No more secrets,” he said firmly.
“No more secrets,” she promised, and her heart began to expand with hope.
“We will be married, Katelyn.”
It wasn’t a question, but she nodded a moment before his mouth pressed against
hers, and his hips pushed against the part of her that ached to be filled.
Pushing the T-shirt up her body, Daniel’s lips left hers only long enough to pull it
over her head and fling it the ground. “I need to be inside you.”
She understood. He needed to stake his claim.
Her hands were just as busy, opening the snap of his jeans to free him. He lifted her
from the rail, and her arms clung to his shoulders as her legs wrapped tightly around
his waist and he lowered her onto his cock.
He took a deep breath, and rested his forehead against hers. “Dammit, Katelyn.
You’re more than enough woman for me. I won’t ever play around on you.”
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Her eyes grew damp again. “Daniel, I believe you. But right now no more talk, you
have to move.”
“You keep telling me that. Thought all you women liked to talk.”
Katelyn wound her arms around his shoulders and leaned her forehead against his.
“This one likes talking just fine, but right now, I can’t think. Fuck me, cowboy.”
His mouth twisted in a wicked grin and he tilted his hips to stroke his big cock all
the way inside her. “One cowboy coming up, ma’am.”
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About the Author
Delilah Devlin dated a Samoan, a Venezuelan, a Turk, a Cuban, and was engaged to
a Greek before marrying her Irishman. She’s lived in Saudi Arabia, Germany, and
Ireland, but calls Texas home for now. Ever a risk taker, she lived in the Saudi Peninsula
during the Gulf War, thwarted an attempted abduction by white slave traders, and
survived her children’s juvenile delinquency.
Creating alter egos for herself in the pages of her books enables her to live new
adventures. Since discovering the sinful pleasure of erotica, she writes to satisfy her
need for variety--it keeps her from running away with the Indian working in the cubicle
beside her!
In addition to writing erotica, she enjoys creating romantic comedies and suspense
novels.
Delilah welcomes mail from readers. You can write to her c/o Ellora’s Cave
Publishing at 1056 Home Avenue, Akron, OH 44310-3502.
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