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400 pages, Paperback
First published February 1, 1998
Pain sliced through him. He'd been numb inside, just the way he wanted it but the two of them were cutting him open all over again ...
"Horse isn't the kind of thing a kid forgets about."
Annie's cottage ...
“Ironic, isn't it, what religion does to people?�
“I guess it's more ironic what people do to to people.�
‘He wanted to protect her and fuck her and comfort her and destroy her all at once. The chaos of his emotions coiled around his pain, deepening the agony.�
“Chip, I know you don't understand this, but I'd take it as a personal favor if you'd stop trying to marry your mother off to my brothers.�
’He wanted to protect her and fuck her and comfort her and destroy her all at once. The chaos of his emotions coiled around his pain, deepening the agony�
’She looked so forsaken and bewildered that his heart turned over in his chest. He knew how strong she was, and he told himself she’d recover from this latest setback, but he also wondered how many times one human being could get knocked to her knees and keep climbing back up.�
”Tell me. How does it feel to be the black sheep of your family?�
“What makes you think I’m the black sheep?� He actually sounded annoyed.
“Your parents are leaders of the community, your younger brother is Mr. Perfect, and your older brother’s a multimillionaire jock. You, on the other hand, are a surly, bad-tempered, impoverished misfit who owns a broken-down drive-in and antagonizes small children.�
“Who told you I was impoverished?�
She found it interesting this was the only part of her description of him he seemed inclined to challenge. “This place. Your mode of transportation. Those slave wages you’re paying me. Maybe I’m missing something but I don’t see any signs of big money around here.�
“I pay you slave wages so you’ll quit, Rachel, not because I can’t afford more.�
“O.�
“And I like my pickup.�
“So you’re not poor?�
For a moment she didn’t think he’d answer. Finally, he said, “I’m not poor.�
“Exactly how not-poor are you?�
“Didn’t your grandmother teach you it was rude to ask people questions like that?�
“You’re not people, Bonner. I’m not even sure you’re human.�
“I’ve got better things to do than sit here and let you insult me.� He snatched his empty Dr Pepper can from the sandy soil where he’d propped it and stood up. “Get to work.�
As she watched him stalk away, she considered the possibility that she’d offended him. He definitely looked offended. With a satisfied smile, she returned to her chocolate shake.
”You pay me by the hour.�
“What does that have to do with anything?�
“What happens during the hour—the hours—we’re... flinging?�
He regarded her warily. “This is a trick question, isn’t it?�
“N.�
“I don’t know. Nothing happens.�
“Something happens to my paycheck.�
“This doesn’t have anything to do with your paycheck.�
She was going to have to spell it out. “Do you pay me for the hour we’re flinging or not?�
He was clearly wary, and his answer tentative. “Yes?�
Her stomach sank. She turned away to gaze out the side window and whispered, “You jerk.�
“No! I mean no! Of course I don’t pay you.�
“I’m barely making it as it is. I need every penny I can get! Yesterday afternoon cost me half a week’s groceries.�
There was a long silence. “I’m not going to win this one, am I?�
”Edward...� Gabe’s tone carried a soft warning note.
“My name’s not Edward.�
“That’s what your mother calls you.�
“She’s allowed,� he said sullenly. “Not you.�
“What am I supposed to call you?�
The child hesitated and then muttered, “Chip.�
“C?�
“Don’t like Edward. Want everybody to call me Chip.�
Gabe considered trying to explain to him that Chip Stone might not be the best choice of names, then abandoned the idea. He’d always been good with children, but not this one. This one was too strange.