felt herself grow faint. She was just reaching for something to protect herself with or at least somewhere to hide from them all when Rayne touched her. She felt a slight pinch-like feeling in her head, then things went blurry. As she tumbled forward, she saw Brock reach for her, and thought that if she had to be caught by someone that he would do nicely.
She must have only been out for a few seconds, because when she opened her eyes, he was still carrying her. She struggled a little, but he was bigger, and she could see the hard cords in his neck when she tried to fight him. She was surprised to find that while she was afraid, she wasn’t of him. She was being put on the sofa in the lunch room when she realized that they were alone.
“I’m going to sit with you until you get some color back. You’re as white as a ghost.” She nodded. “Would you like something to drink? I would, but I doubt very much that Rayne has anything stronger than cola or tea.”
“ Water ,” she told him and waited to see if he could understand. When it was apparent that he couldn’t read sign language, she wrote it on her pad and handed it to him. He went to the refrigerator and handed her a bottle of water.
“You must go through a lot of those when you’re trying to have a long conversation.” She looked down at the pad and then up at him. “I could get you a deal on them wholesale, or you could teach me how to understand.”
“Why?” He sat down next to her as she continued writing. “I work at the other shop and will not see you.”
He lifted her chin so she could see his mouth. “I will be where you are. You know what I am to you?”
“I don’t care.” He nodded. “You will have to find someone else. I won’t be a whore to any man.”
Brock took her pen and paper and read her note. She knew that he could read it fine in her hand and wanted to snatch it back from him , but he simply tore off the sheet and wadded it up before writing her a note.
“I don’t want a whore in my life. I want someone to love and to cherish. You would never be my whore, and I’ll kill any man who would think that of you.” He signed his name and handed it back to her, slipped off the sofa, and sat in front of her. “I’m not going to let you think horrible things about what is going on between us. I’ll come in tomorrow, and we’ll get to know each other. Okay?”
She shook her head , and he stood up. She watched him as he went to the door, where he turned and walked back toward her. Em let him take the notepad from her fingers and waited while he wrote on it again. When he kissed her on the nose, she was so startled that she didn’t react until he was out of sight. Then she looked down at the note he’d given her.
It was phone numbers, four of them , as a matter of fact, each one of them labeled with a place. Work had two numbers, his home number, as well as his cell phone number. And under those was “if you need me, call me for anything.”
“Are you al l right?” She nodded at the voice in her head and realized that Rayne couldn’t see her, and told her she was . “Good. I would like to have you come out and help Mom on the register for a little while. She has to leave soon to get our lunch, and she thinks you can run the register for her. And if you want, you can ask me any questions you might have about Brock. He gave me permission to tell you what a fabulous person he is .” Em was sure he probably was, but she had no use for him.
“I can’t run the register for you. What if someone has a question? What if I mess up and lose all the money?” She was panicky and was pretty sure Rayne knew it. “You should just let me water the plants and stuff. I’m pretty good at that, and they don’t ask me questions.”
“I should hope not. And you can do anything you want if you put your mind to it. Also, if they have a question you can’t answer, call me through our link. You can do that, but I have a feeling you can
She must have only been out for a few seconds, because when she opened her eyes, he was still carrying her. She struggled a little, but he was bigger, and she could see the hard cords in his neck when she tried to fight him. She was surprised to find that while she was afraid, she wasn’t of him. She was being put on the sofa in the lunch room when she realized that they were alone.
“I’m going to sit with you until you get some color back. You’re as white as a ghost.” She nodded. “Would you like something to drink? I would, but I doubt very much that Rayne has anything stronger than cola or tea.”
“ Water ,” she told him and waited to see if he could understand. When it was apparent that he couldn’t read sign language, she wrote it on her pad and handed it to him. He went to the refrigerator and handed her a bottle of water.
“You must go through a lot of those when you’re trying to have a long conversation.” She looked down at the pad and then up at him. “I could get you a deal on them wholesale, or you could teach me how to understand.”
“Why?” He sat down next to her as she continued writing. “I work at the other shop and will not see you.”
He lifted her chin so she could see his mouth. “I will be where you are. You know what I am to you?”
“I don’t care.” He nodded. “You will have to find someone else. I won’t be a whore to any man.”
Brock took her pen and paper and read her note. She knew that he could read it fine in her hand and wanted to snatch it back from him , but he simply tore off the sheet and wadded it up before writing her a note.
“I don’t want a whore in my life. I want someone to love and to cherish. You would never be my whore, and I’ll kill any man who would think that of you.” He signed his name and handed it back to her, slipped off the sofa, and sat in front of her. “I’m not going to let you think horrible things about what is going on between us. I’ll come in tomorrow, and we’ll get to know each other. Okay?”
She shook her head , and he stood up. She watched him as he went to the door, where he turned and walked back toward her. Em let him take the notepad from her fingers and waited while he wrote on it again. When he kissed her on the nose, she was so startled that she didn’t react until he was out of sight. Then she looked down at the note he’d given her.
It was phone numbers, four of them , as a matter of fact, each one of them labeled with a place. Work had two numbers, his home number, as well as his cell phone number. And under those was “if you need me, call me for anything.”
“Are you al l right?” She nodded at the voice in her head and realized that Rayne couldn’t see her, and told her she was . “Good. I would like to have you come out and help Mom on the register for a little while. She has to leave soon to get our lunch, and she thinks you can run the register for her. And if you want, you can ask me any questions you might have about Brock. He gave me permission to tell you what a fabulous person he is .” Em was sure he probably was, but she had no use for him.
“I can’t run the register for you. What if someone has a question? What if I mess up and lose all the money?” She was panicky and was pretty sure Rayne knew it. “You should just let me water the plants and stuff. I’m pretty good at that, and they don’t ask me questions.”
“I should hope not. And you can do anything you want if you put your mind to it. Also, if they have a question you can’t answer, call me through our link. You can do that, but I have a feeling you can
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