rekindled(英文版)-第20章

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who　worked　at　uncorking　the　wine。

〃I'm　not　frowning。〃　But　she　was。　She　felt　it。　〃I　was　wondering　。。。〃

When　the　maitre　d'　poured　a　sip　of　wine　into　Ross's　glass　and　waited；
Chloe　held　the　thought。

Ross　lifted　the　long…stemmed　goblet；　inhaled　the　scent；　took　the　pale
liquid　into　his　mouth；　patiently　let　his　taste　buds　warm　it；　finally
swallowed。　〃Excellent；〃　he　plimented　the　very　pleased　maitre　d'。
Without　further　fanfare　the　goblets；　first　Chloe's；　then　Ross's；　were
filled。

〃What　were　you　wondering？〃　Ross　asked　the　instant　they　were　alone　again。
〃Whether　you're　happy。　Are　you　content　with　your　life？〃

〃For　the　most　part。　There　are　still　things　I　want。〃　The　directness　of
his　gaze　should　have　tipped　her　off。

But　she　was　too　curious　to　see。　The　softness　of　her　voice　spread　to　her
lips；　now　moist　with　wine。　〃What　things？〃

〃You　hit　on　them　yesterday；　actually。　I　want　a　wife　and　children。〃

〃But　you've　waited　this　long。〃

〃Not　by　choice。〃

〃Then　why？〃

His　crooked　grin　did　stranger　things　inside　her　than　even　the　wine；　with
its　gentle　warming　touch。　〃I'm　not　totally　different　from　that　man　back
in　New　Orleans。　I'm　an　idealist　at　heart。　I　always　will　be。　I　have　a
certain　image　of　what　love　should　be　like。　If　I　can't　have　it　that　way；
I'd　rather　not　have　it　at　all。〃

Chloe　looked　down。　What　was　love？　What　would　she　have　wanted　from　it　had
she　allowed　it　into　her　life？　She　watched　Ross's　fingers；　curling
absently　around　his　goblet's　stern。　At　that　moment；　love　would　have
meant　reaching　out　to　touch　them；　to　thread　hers　through　them。

Burying　her　hand　in　her　lap；　she　said；　〃Tell　me　about　that　image；　Ross。
In　its　most　ideal　form；　what　should　love　be　like？〃

He　stared　at　her；　his　eyes　a　pensive　gold。　He　seemed　to　weigh　and
balance；　to　sift　through　both　sides　of　a　private　debate　as　the　quiet
sounds　of　the　restaurant　drifted　by。

Chloe　waited；　sipping　wine；　buoyed　by　it。　Her　thoughts　wandered；　but　not
in　debate。　There　was　nothing　to　debate。　Ross　Stephenson　was　even　more
appealing　than　he　had　been　in　her　memory　all　those　years。　He　was　a　man
for　today；　to　be　sipped　and　savored　like　the　wine　he　poured　into　her　now
empty　glass。

When　he　spoke；　she　was　grateful　for　the　wine's　mellowing　shield。　〃When
was　the　last　time　you　were　home？〃

〃Home？〃

〃New　Orleans。　Do　you　go　back　there　often？〃

〃No。〃　New　Orleans　was　the　past。　She　wanted　the　present。　〃What　does　that
have　to　do　with　anything？〃

〃Love。　You　asked　me　about　it。　I'm　asking　you　the　same。　You　loved　your
family　once。　Do　you　still？〃

〃Yes。〃

〃But　you　never　see　them。　Don't　you　miss　them？〃

Even　in　spite　of　the　wine；　she　grew　defensive。　〃I　do。〃

〃How　often　do　you　call　home？〃　he　asked　gently。

〃Every　so　often。〃

〃And　the　last　time　you　flew　down？〃

She　hedged。　〃It　was　a　while　ago。〃

When　he　leaned　forward　to　pursue　his　point；　she　sensed　that　he　really
and　truly　cared。　〃Why；　Chloe？　What　does　love　mean　to　you　that　you　can
ignore　those　same　people　who　worry　themselves　sick　about　you？　That　can't
be　what　love　is　about。〃

〃We're　talking　about　different　kinds　of　love。　One　kind　you're　born　into；
the　other　you　choose。〃

〃The　end　result　is　the　same。　Once　a　man　and　a　woman　make　that　mitment
and　marry；　they　face　the　same　kinds　of　trials　that　your　family　faced。
You've　run　away…〃

〃Don't。〃　She　clamped　a　hand　on　his　arm。　〃Please　don't；　Ross。　I　don't
want　to　talk　about　this。〃

His　voice　gentled。　〃You　have　to　talk　about　it　sometime。　There　are　so
many　things　you've　refused　to　face；　about　yourself；　about　your　family…〃

〃Not　tonight；〃　she　insisted　softly。　She　let　her　eyes　plead；　only　because
her　voice　kept　its　dignity。　〃I　want　to　enjoy　myself　tonight。　Please？〃

Ross　stared　first　at　her；　then　at　the　tablecloth；　then　at　the　far　wall。
When　his　gaze　finally　returned　she　saw　a　glint　of　humor。　〃When　you　look
at　me　like　that；　I'd　do　anything！〃

〃Anything？〃　She　clutched　at　that。

〃Anything。〃

〃Then　tell　me　about　the　Picasso　exhibit。　You　saw　it　when　it　was　in　New
York；　didn't　you？　Was　it　as　spectacular　as　the　reviews　claimed？〃

〃Every　bit。〃

She　waited　for　him　to　say　more；　but　he　simply　stared　at　her。

〃Go　on；　Ross。　Tell　me　about　it。〃

His　gaze　narrowed。　〃I'm　not　giving　up；　Chloe。　We'll　get　back　to　that
other　conversation　sooner　or　later。　For　now　I'll　humor　you。〃

〃I'm　waiting；〃　she　sang　brightly；　making　light　of　his　threat。　〃The
exhibit？〃

The　evening　passed　more　quickly　than　she　could　have　dreamed。　Not　only
did　they　discuss　Picasso；　but　they　delved　into　politics；　Wall　Street；
and　the　National　Football　League　as　well。　For　Chloe；　the　Chiteaubriand
Bouquetre　with　B6arnaise　Sauce　was　incidental；　as　was　the　mellow　red
wine　that　flowed　with　the　appearance　of　the　beef。　Her　attention　was　on
Ross　and　Ross　alone。

When　was　it　that　she　had　vowed　indifference？　That　morning？　What　a　fool
she　had　been　to　think　she　could　remain　indifferent　to　Ross　for　long。　She
knew　her　eyes　were　sparkling　and　her　cheeks　flushed；　and　she　couldn't
seem　to　stop　smiling。　Indifferent？　Fat　chance。　Even　aside　from　the
physical；　she　found　him　to　be　the　most　interesting；　well…informed；
articulate　man　she　had　ever　known。　Though　they　didn't　agree　on
everything；　he　respected　Chloe's　right　to　her　own　opinion。　It　made
conversation　free　and　relaxed；　neither　one　fearful　of　offending　the
other。

The　blend　of　Ross　and　the　wine　put　Chloe　at　ease。　When　he　suggested　that
they　take　dessert　cheese　home　to　eat　with　fruit　overlooking　the　ocean；
she　was　all　for　it。　Unfortunately；　it　was　downright　chilly　when　they
emerged　from　Farmington　Court；　and　it　began　to　drizzle　during　the　drive
home。

〃So　much　for　a　gentle　evening　breeze；〃　Ross　grumbled　as　he　hustled　Chloe
up　the　front　steps　to　her　door　between　increasingly　large　drops　of　rain。
〃The　living　room　will　have　to　do。〃

〃That'll　be　fine。　I'm　in　the　mood　for　Debussy　anyway；　and　it　would　have
peted　with　the　surf。〃

He　smiled　at　her。　〃La　Mer？〃

〃I　had　another　of　his　works　in　mind。〃　Once　inside；　she　went　straight　to
the　shelves　below　the　stereo　unit；　where　she　kept　a　small　but　cherished
collection　of　works　of　the　masters。　With　pride　she　pulled　one　CD　from
the　lot。

Ross's　brow　shot　up。　〃L　Aprds…midi　dun　faune？〃　Again　his　accent　was
flawless。　〃I　haven't　listened　to　that　in　years！〃

〃I　always　called　it　Afternoon　of　a　Faun。　I　like　the　way　you　say　it；
though。　It　sounds　so　much　more　romantic。〃

〃It　is　a　romantic　piece。〃

Ignoring　the　note　of　caution　that　sounded　from　somewhere　in　the　back　of
her　mind；　she　took　out　the　CD。　The　entire　evening　had　been　romantic；　so
why　not　this？　If　she　was　enjoying　herself；　why　stop？

Ross　squatted　to　study　her　collection。　His　expression　was　all　male　and
distinctly　wicked　when　he　winked　back　over　his　shoulder。　〃You　have
Ravel。　Should　I　put　that　on？〃

She　had　seen　that　video；　too。　〃Debussy　will　be　fine；〃　she　said　without
batting　an　eyelash。

Richly　pictorial　chords　filled　the　room。　Chloe　sank　into　a　corner　of　the
sofa；　put　her　head　back；　and　closed　her　eyes。　She　was　aware　of　movement
within　the　room；　but　concentrated　on　the　music　floating　softly　through
the　air　about　her。　She　was　dreaming；　wakened　only　by　the　warm　lips　that
kissed　her　bare　throat　once。　Her　eyes　flew　open。

〃e　sit　with　me　and　have　some　cheese。〃　He　took　her　hand　and　coaxed　her
to　the　floor　beside　a　plate　of　cheese　and　fruit。　She　slipped　off　her
high…heeled　sandals。

They　sat　in　front　of　the　sofa　and　chairs；　on　the　thick　cream…colored
area　rug　that　covered　the　hardwood　floor。　Chloe　was　the　keeper　of　the
edibles；　slicing　fruit　and　cheese；　stacking　a　piece　of　one　on　the　other
to　offer　Ross。　He　lounged　casually　on　an　elbow；　legs　stretched　and
crossed　as　he　kept　their　wineglasses　filled。

〃Are　you　trying　to　get　me　drunk？〃　she　teased。

〃What　fun　would　you　be　drunk？〃　He　paused。　〃Are　you　sure　you　don't　want
to　listen　to　Ravel？〃

〃Don't　you　like　Debussy？〃　she　asked　innocently。　Ross　simply　topped　off
her　wineglass。

In　the　hours　that　followed　they　talked　more。　Chloe　asked　Ross　about　his
childhood　and　discovered　that　he　had　both　a　sister　and　a　brother；　that
he　had　studied　the　violin　during　one　of　his　mother's　culture　binges；　and
that　he　had　been　expelled　from　s