rekindled(英文版)-第47章

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you。　By　helping　you　through　New　Year's；　I　may　just　help　myself；　so
there's　a　selfish　motive　involved。〃

She　nearly　drowned　in　the　deep；　deep　green　of　his　eyes。

〃So；　what　do　you　say？〃　he　asked。

〃I　say　this　is　starting　to　sound　like　a　Neil　Simon　script。〃　She　wanted
reassurance　that　meeting　again　was　right。　She　wanted　him　to　say；　There's
reason　why　that　script　made　millions　for　the　guy；　it's　a　damned　good
plot；　it　makes　a　whole　lot　of　sense。

But　Mitch　only　shrugged。　Dropping　his　arms；　he　moved　back。　〃It's　your
choice。　I'll　be　here　anyway。〃

She　hated　the　sudden　sound　of　indifference；　but　it　made　it　easier　to
leave。　When　he　opened　the　door；　she　slipped　behind　the　wheel。

〃Drive　carefully；〃　he　said。

〃I　will。〃　Backing　the　car　around；　she　straightened　the　wheel。　She　gave
Mitch　a　last；　longing　glance　before　putting　a　foot　on　the　gas。　The　car
had　barely　moved　forward　when　his　voice　echoed　in　the　winter　wood。

〃Hey；　wait！〃

She　braked。　His　long…legged　gait　quickly　brought　him　alongside　the　car。
His　breath　misted　the　air　when　he　leaned　into　the　window。

〃Don't　forget　to　pack　a　dress。　We'll　be　going　out。〃　He　grinned　and
popped　a　featherlight　kiss　on　the　tip　of　her　nose。　〃Now；　go；　before　the
snow　gets　here。〃

She　went。

Thanksgiving　wasn't　nearly　as　bad　as　Anne　had　expected。　She　spent　it　at
her　parents'　house　with　their　usual　crowd；　and；　yes；　she　missed　Jeff。
But　there　were　interesting　people　to　talk　with；　and　chaos　enough　to
pretend　that　Jeff　might　just　be　off　in　another　room。　Her　major
disfort　proved　to　be　a　stomachache　from　eating　more　heavily　than　she
had　in　a　year；　but　an　antacid　and　a　long　walk　with　her　father　eased　that
pain。

Work　kept　her　busy；　as　did；　to　her　dismay；　unfinished　business　relating
to　the　plane　crash。　The　FAA　had　finally　e　through　with　its　findings；
and　Anne's　lawyer　had　filed　suit　against　the　airline…a　small；　privately
owned　one…for　the　inadequate　upkeep　and　safety…check　procedure　of　its
craft。

Anne　had　always　known　that　the　suit　was　a　possibility；　but　her　appetite
for　it　had　waned。　Not　so　Jeff's　parents'　appetite。　They　kept　the　lawyer
on　the　case　even　after　Anne　asked　them　to　stop。

Now　the　wheels　of　justice　were　turning。　The　lawyer　called　her　in　for
meeting　after　meeting。　Rarely　did　a　day　go　by　when　he　didn't　phone　her
with　one　question　or　another。　The　latest　word　was　that　there　would　be　a
hearing　in　early　April。　Anne　cringed　at　the　thought。

She　was　tired　of　reliving　the　accident；　tired　of　the　horror；　the
helplessness；　the　anger。　She　would　love　Jeff　until　the　day　she　died；　but
she　needed　to　live　until　then。

And　there　was　Mitch。　Something　had　begun　to　change…in　her　life；　in　her
outlook；　in　her　attitude　toward　him。　He　was　being　real。　When　she　was
low；　she　thought　of　him　and　felt　better。　The　prospect　of　seeing　him　for
the　New　Year's　holiday　became　part　of　her　daily　routine。

It　worried　her　a　little。　She　wondered　if　she　was　building　him　up　to　be
something　he　wasn't。　She　remembered　him　as　being　smart；　solid；　and
strong；　as　offering　protection　and　fort；　stimulation　and　challenge。
At　times　he　seemed　larger　than　life；　too　large　for　a　plane　crash　to
kill。　She　half…suspected　he　would　look　at　the　burning　debris　and　walk
away　unscathed。

It　occurred　to　her　that　after　building　him　up；　she　might　be　in　for　a
letdown　when　she　saw　him　again。　She　figured　she　had　until　New　Year's　to
get　a　grip　on　herself。

As　it　happened；　she　was　wrong。

Alexander　Robie；　the　professor　for　whom　she　did　the　ongoing　grant　work；
organized　a　dinner　for　the　seven　people　involved　with　the　project。　There
were　two　secretaries；　three　research　assistants；　Alex　and　a　colleague　of
his；　and　Anne。　Thumbing　his　nose　at　the　usual　budget　restraints；　Alex
reserved　a　long　table　at　one　of　New　York's　finest　restaurants。　Only
because　she　had　refused　him　on　so　many　other　occasions；　Anne　agreed　to
let　him　pick　her　up　and　drive　her　to　the　dinner。

She　was　self…consciousness　when　they　arrived　together；　but　the
awkwardness　faded。　No　one　seemed　to　think　twice　about　it。　Besides；　she
knew　these　people　and　liked　them。　This　was　the　kind　of　dinner　with
friends　that　she　and　Jeff　had　always　enjoyed。

And　Mitch？　Did　he　like　spending　time　with　friends？　There　were　other
groups　in　the　restaurant。　Her　eye　skimmed　one　or　two；　then　went　to　a
third；　and　her　pulse　tripped。　A　man　there　had　Mitch's　hair　and　good
looks。　He　wore　a　dark　suit　and　tie；　and　a　crisp　white　shirt。　He　was　with
a　woman。　In　all　the　time　Anne　watched；　he　didn't　take　his　eyes　from　her
face。

Funny；　but　the　possibility　of　their　bumping　into　each　other　hadn't
entered　her　mind。　New　York　was　a　big　place；　and　she　rarely　went　out。　The
man　in　the　corner　couldn't　be　Mitch。　It　would　be　too　much　of　a
coincidence。

She　refocused　on　her　friends。　Shortly　before　dessert　was　done；　though；
the　maitre　d'　materialized　beside　her　and　slipped　her　a　folded　piece　of
paper。

〃What's　this；〃　Alex　teased。　〃A　secret　admirer？〃

Anne　unfolded　the　paper。　There；　in　a　bold　black　script；　was　the　short
message。　unul　DECEMBER　3lst。　Her　eyes　flew　toward　where　the　man　and　his
date　had　been　seated；　but　the　table　was　empty　now；　reset　with　fresh
linen　and　silver。

Biting　her　lip；　she　reread　the　message。

〃What　is　it；　Anne？　Any　problem？〃　Alex's　concern　made　her　aware　of　the
others'　attention。

Embarrassed；　she　refolded　the　paper。　〃It's　nothing。　An　old　friend　was　in
and　saw　us。〃　With　a　feeble　smile；　she　tucked　the　note　in　her　purse。

〃Must　have　been　some　old　friend；〃　Alex　whispered。　〃You're　blushing。〃

〃I　am　not；〃　Anne　replied。　〃It's　the　wine。〃

But　her　cheeks　grew　red　more　than　once　in　the　following　days。　Sometimes
it　was　with　annoyance　that　Mitch　had　embarrassed　her　in　front　of　her
friends；　sometimes　with　frustration　that　he　hadn't　approached；　sometimes
with　anger　that　he　hadn't　made　his　note　more　personal。　One　or　twice；　it
was　even　with　jealousy。　He　had　been　with　a　woman。　His　〃other
obligation〃？　Anne　couldn't　recall　anything　about　her；　not　her　looks；　her
age；　her　dress；　or　her　expression。　She　wished　she　could；　but　she'd　had
eyes　only　for　the　man　who　looked　so　much　like　Mitch。

Thinking　about　this　faceless　woman；　she　had　second　thoughts　about
returning　to　Vermont。　If　Mitch　wasn't　free；　what　was　the　point？　Already
she　thought　about　him　far　too　often。　Better　to　cut　her　losses　and　make　a
clean　break。

But　she　did　think　about　him　a　lot；　and　she　needed　Vermont。　No　matter
that　it　would　be　safer　spending　New　Year's　Eve　home　alone；　she　found
herself　driving　to　the　cabin。

The　landscape　was　snow…covered　and　bleak　now。　Ice　hung　in　spikes　from
the　boughs　of　trees　and　the　caves　of　tidy　farmhouses　and　cottages　along
the　familiar　route。　Everything　in　sight　was　either　gray；　ash…green；　or
white。　With　the　superhighway　far　behind；　her　small　car　slid　often　on
patches　of　ice。

Anne　drove　as　fast　as　she　dared。　The　midafternoon　sun　cast　a　feeble
shadow　through　bare　trees　lining　the　road。　She　was　mesmerized　by　the
grid　it　formed；　so　much　so　that　she　lost　track　of　her　speed；　until　the
loud　blast　of　a　car　horn　from　the　village　road　on　her　right　brought　her
back。

She　recognized　the　light　blue　Honda　instantly。　With　a　smile　of　deligh