Will you get out of here? Chrissy wrenched open the door with violence. She was shaking with the force of her emotions.
For a split-second, Blaze stilled. He stared down into her blazing green eyes, and for the first time that day they really connected. She fell into bottomless blue like a novice swimmer and forgot to breathe, her throat tightening, an electrifying tension shooting through her slim body.
He ran a blunt forefinger along the ripe fullness of her soft lower lip, and his touch was a flame dancing provocation on her too sensitive skin. You are extraordinarily intense. You feel, you really do feel. Thats bound to get you into tight corners. Intensity is a passport to pain. Dont you know that yet?
Burnt by that near caress and his proximity, she leapt back, staggered and dazed by the sensations she had briefly experienced. If it was at all possible, her hatred intensified to the brink of explosion. His pity blistered into her skin like acid. Go on, g-get out! she practically screamed at him.
When he had gone, the room was strangely shrunken in its emptiness. She blinked, shook her head uncertainly, and shivered. Once before he had made her feel like that. Trapped, hypnotised, lost. It was petrifying, overwhelming. Self could not seem to exist when he came too close. But this time, at least, he hadnt lost his temper.
Few were aware of it, but a seething black temper lurked behind those stunningly blue eyes and that cool half-smile. Once, just once, she had fallen foul of that temper by accidentally stumbling into the firing line. But he clearly didnt remember that...oh, no, why should he? It was only little Chrissy he had bitten to the bone with that cruel whiplash tongue, only little Chrissy, offspring of the infamously vulgar Hamilton clan. Why should he remember half frightening her out of her wits?
She was dismayed by the emotion shuddering through her in great waves, could hardly believe that she could still feel so strongly after all this time. Yet she did. Once he had touched her with raw sexual derision, just once, when she was seventeen and stupidly, recklessly naïve. It had been over in seconds but she had never forgotten the humiliation of his drunken assumption that she was throwing herself at his head as so many other women had.
Nor had she forgotten the resounding force of his savage rejection. Without ever issuing the smallest invitation to him, she had been flung away, thrust bodily out of reach as if she was too utterly revolting to be borne. Reeling with shame and confusion at what he had made her feel, she had then been forced to withstand a verbal beating into the bargain.
If you dont watch out, youll turn into a tart like that sister of yours! Blaze had intoned viciously. I may have been a few times round the block but I do have some standards!
Nor had the brutality ended there on that unforgivable insult to Elaine. With an explicit lack of inhibition, Blaze had told her what he thought of her and what would happen if she continued on the promiscuous path he had so ridiculously imagined her to be embarking on. If anything, the moral lecture from his immoral corner had been salt rubbed into the wound.
That he could have thought even for a conceited moment that she wanted him...that she was just another bimbo willing to do absolutely anything to get him. The recollection still made her feel sick. She had not had a teenage crush on Blaze Kenyon. She had never, ever denied that physically he was almost unbelievably attractive. But she had never been able to stand him. As a human being he scored nil all the way down the line. Like a chalk scraping down a blackboard, he set her teeth on edge.
Yet the split-second savagery of his mouth on hers had devastated her. She had felt her own response with disbelief and horror. The shame of that momentary self-betrayal had been agonising. And, linked with his derision, the agony had become anguish. He might as well have stripped her naked and tossed her into a crowded street to be laughed at. Endowed with all the sensitivity he lacked, Chrissy had felt suicidal.
So what next? Karen grimaced, shrugging into her coat and hauling her suitcase on to the landing. You worry me to death.
If I go to the social services, Chrissy whispered tautly, theyll probably put Rosie in care.
Stuff! Karen said. Theyll stick you in a hostel or a B and B.
I dont have any right to keep her, Chrissy reminded her painfully. And if they ask Dennis what he wants, hes sure to say adoption. He never wanted her in the first place.
Whats it got to do with him? Karen snorted.
He is her father. Hes got more rights than Ive got...
Shes a sweet kid, but I dont know why you want to be lumbered at your age, the older girl admitted bluntly. I mean, she really isnt your responsibility. And lets face it, kiddo...what can you give her?
Karen! Chrissy was shaken and hurt by that forthright assessment.
Look, this isnt easy to say, but adoption would give her a good home and two parents. Be practical, Chrissy. Karen sighed ruefully. I cant cut it here without a job. Thats why Im going back to Liverpool. How do you expect to make it with a child?