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"Trin, I've heard that before. I asked you why you did it?" Trin rubbed his hands over his head as he braced his elbows on his knees. "I don't know why. Jealousy I guess..." "But my marriage to Spry was so long ago and-" "But you didn't tell me. We're married almost four years and you didn't tell me." He accused. Dom watched him in disbelief. "Are you saying this is my fault?" "No, but-" "But what, Trin? You pushed me, remember?" Trin didn't want to remember his monstrous and unforgivable actions. He was too preoccupied with the fact that he was losing his wife again and there was nothing he could do to stop it. "Domino, are we back to where we were before the accident?" He asked so softly, his words were barely audible. "I don't know." Dom replied just as softly. "You were leaving me when you got on the plane, weren't you?" Dom nodded slowly. "Yes." Trin bowed his head and stood. "Are you gonna leave me now. Now that you remember?" He asked, his back towards her. "Trin, I don't know what's gonna happen, but we won't get through this unless you talk to me about the way this affected you. I'm always gonna be your cousin's ex-wife. How do I know you won't flip again?" Trin couldn't answer that question, as much as he wanted to. He supposed he didn't need to terminate his sessions with Dr. Starks after all. It was so clear that he had a long way to go before he had a handle on his self-control. Dom said nothing further on the subject. Trin rejoined her on the bed and they sat there in silence for the longest time. Later, they were both asleep in each other s arms. *** Trin sighed and turned his face into the crook of Dom's neck. God, she felt and smelled so good, he thought. He hadn't meant to fall asleep on their conversation, but weariness had taken its toll and it couldn't be helped. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to fight the sunlight streaming through the drapes. After last night, he felt like driving his car off the nearest cliff. How many times? How many times had he jerked her or pushed her around after he found out she had been married to Spry. He wanted to kill himself for that. He didn't think he would ever be able to look Dom in the eye, without thinking of the cruel way he had treated her. Trin felt Dom moving beneath him and he reluctantly pulled away. When she raised her lovely eyes to his face, he immediately looked away. "Sorry." He whispered, moving from the bed. Dom smiled a little as she pushed herself up. "'Sokay." She whispered. Trin glanced at his watch and groaned. "What?" She asked, pulling her bare legs beneath her. Trin began unbuttoning his shirt. "I gotta...get goin'" He mumbled, finding it next to impossible to talk to his wife. Dom could sense Trin's unease, but she tried to keep things light. "Where're you off to on a Saturday?" She asked, easing off the bed. "Um...me and Arthur planned to go ball today." He explained. "Damn, I'd love to see Arthur again. It seems like a lifetime since that dinner at your mother's." Trin's sexy, onyx stare narrowed as he watched Dominique pull off her nightshirt. His stare was virtually unwavering as he watched her move around the room gathering things for her shower. "I'll tell him." He finally said, still watching her. Dom glanced at Trin and couldn't ignore the heavenly black gaze directed her way. Still, she chose to stick to her decision to take a break from sex and concentrate on their real problems. "We should all have dinner together." Dom suggested, trying to generate conversation. Trin remained silent, still watching her. She cleared her throat. "Is he seeing anybody now?" She asked. "I didn't think to ask when I saw him before." "I'm not sure." It was clear that Trin had only one thing on his mind. The last thing Dom wanted was to push him away and have to explain why she needed to abstain. "Do you need to get in the shower first?" She asked. After a moment, Trin blinked and looked away. "Nah, I just need to wash my face and brush my teeth. I'll shower when I get back." He said, removing the rest of his clothes. "Um Marshall called a few weeks ago. He and Peaches want to throw a party for me." Trin's handsome face brightened when he heard the news. "Ah, go girl, a party in your honor." He teased. Dom laughed and waved her hands around her head. "I told him not to go to all that trouble." She said, becoming silent when she watched Trin walk to his closet wearing nothing but his boxers. "Everybody's glad to have you back. It's no trouble to show you how happy we are." He said, dropping his clothes into a hamper. "So, I guess your memory was back when he called, huh?" He asked after a moment. Dom lowered her gaze to hide the guilt in her eyes. "Yeah, I uh-got it back the day after we got home." She admitted. Trin leaned against the closet door and nodded. The hurt in his dark eyes was unmistakable. "So, that's why you started pulling away...I guess I was the last to know too?" "Trin-" "Don't worry about it, Domino. I understand. I can't blame you for not wanting to tell me, considering..." The phone rang just then. They were both grateful for the interruption, since they didn't know what else to say to one another. Trin headed for the bathroom, while Dom answered the phone. When Trin left for his game, Dom took her shower and changed into a pair of gray shorts and a matching halter top. Though the house seemed as large as some museums she had visited, they had never seen the need to hire any help. Still, it needed a good cleaning and Dom prepared to dive into the harrowing chore. She had already spent close to an hour upstairs when the doorbell rang. Dom pulled the heavy door open and found her mother-in-law waiting outside. Martika's lovely face was a welcomed sight. "Hey." Dom sighed, hugging the woman tightly. "Hey Sweetie." Martika Salem whispered, returning the hug. "How are you?" "Tired." Dom admitted, massaging her neck. "I've been cleanin' this dirty house." "Oh." Martika scoffed, with a wave of her hand, "you should get Trin to hire someone." "Uh-uh, I rather do it myself." Dominique said, motioning behind herself. "Come on in." She called. "So, where's my Baby?" Martika asked, as she tossed her burgundy canvas bag across the living room sofa. "Playing ball with Arthur." Dom replied, settling to the floor in order to dust the coffee and end tables. "How are things going?" "They're goin'..." "Dominique-" "Martika I told Trin I got my memory back. I told him I remembered everything and things are exactly the same as they were the last time we had this conversation." "He loves you, Honey." Dom threw down the cheesecloth she'd been dusting with. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] |
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