Tareth Thorn. Tareth Thorn. Tareth Thorn. The name was always rattling around in the back of her mind just waiting for an opportunity to press its way to the forefront. Whenever she heard it dropped by another, it was a knife to the gut. Where did they get the right to mention him? Where did they get the right thinking that they knew him?
God, she still loved him. She missed him pushing up the brim of that hat of his to flash her that smile that he bestowed on her alone. She craved the feel of him rolling over in the middle of the night to scoop her into his arms for comfort. There were long afternoons she spent in her office at HoR in which she would still perk every time she heard the bell twinkle on the front door, wondering if this time he really was back to ravage her once more on her desk.
Tareth Thorn. Tareth Thorn. Tareth Thorn. The singsong quality of his name mocked her in her own mind. Oh, how easily she thought she would rid her life of him! He would do almost anything for her. He would die for her. He just would not or could not put roots down for her.
And how she hated him! His stunning commentary on her many flaws was acutely accurate and could leave her feeling two feet tall. She was irked by the sight of the alarm system he installed in her home but which she had not been able to figure out how to arm since he had left.
?Damn you, Tareth Thorn. Damn you straight to hell.?
Her elbows dropped onto her kitchen table and she buried her face in her palms. Her signed annulment papers sat beneath her elbows just waiting to be picked up by messenger and returned to her lawyers for filing. Sure, outwardly it would make much more sense if she was cursing Cor. He was, after all, the man to whom she had been married and he was the one who slept with another woman a mere twelve hours after she had told him that she was ending that marriage.
Cor had offered her a life, a future, and everything that would go along with it. Yet, she had spurned his offer and spit in the face of that future so many times that in the end he had sought solace in the arms of another woman. Could she really blame him for that? No, she blamed Tareth.
There were mornings when she?d feel a scratchy face of stubble against her cheek and in her half-awake state she would smile believing it to be Tareth. Yet, when she opened her eyes, it was not the rough, scarred visage of her savior but Cor with his wholesome sweetness. Then she would be left wracked with guilt for not being appropriately grateful for the man that she had in bed with her.
Thus, it was Tareth?s fault. And it was her own heart?s fault as well. She had been betrayed by them both.
Tareth Thorn. Tears welled up behind her eyes. She tightened her bottom jaw to fight them back. Tareth Thorn. They threatened to spill over all the same. Her fists curled into angry little balls. Tareth Thorn. The salty wash spilled over and slowly streaked down her cheeks to fall to the annulment papers. Tareth F?ing Thorn.
God, she still loved him. She missed him pushing up the brim of that hat of his to flash her that smile that he bestowed on her alone. She craved the feel of him rolling over in the middle of the night to scoop her into his arms for comfort. There were long afternoons she spent in her office at HoR in which she would still perk every time she heard the bell twinkle on the front door, wondering if this time he really was back to ravage her once more on her desk.
Tareth Thorn. Tareth Thorn. Tareth Thorn. The singsong quality of his name mocked her in her own mind. Oh, how easily she thought she would rid her life of him! He would do almost anything for her. He would die for her. He just would not or could not put roots down for her.
And how she hated him! His stunning commentary on her many flaws was acutely accurate and could leave her feeling two feet tall. She was irked by the sight of the alarm system he installed in her home but which she had not been able to figure out how to arm since he had left.
?Damn you, Tareth Thorn. Damn you straight to hell.?
Her elbows dropped onto her kitchen table and she buried her face in her palms. Her signed annulment papers sat beneath her elbows just waiting to be picked up by messenger and returned to her lawyers for filing. Sure, outwardly it would make much more sense if she was cursing Cor. He was, after all, the man to whom she had been married and he was the one who slept with another woman a mere twelve hours after she had told him that she was ending that marriage.
Cor had offered her a life, a future, and everything that would go along with it. Yet, she had spurned his offer and spit in the face of that future so many times that in the end he had sought solace in the arms of another woman. Could she really blame him for that? No, she blamed Tareth.
There were mornings when she?d feel a scratchy face of stubble against her cheek and in her half-awake state she would smile believing it to be Tareth. Yet, when she opened her eyes, it was not the rough, scarred visage of her savior but Cor with his wholesome sweetness. Then she would be left wracked with guilt for not being appropriately grateful for the man that she had in bed with her.
Thus, it was Tareth?s fault. And it was her own heart?s fault as well. She had been betrayed by them both.
Tareth Thorn. Tears welled up behind her eyes. She tightened her bottom jaw to fight them back. Tareth Thorn. They threatened to spill over all the same. Her fists curled into angry little balls. Tareth Thorn. The salty wash spilled over and slowly streaked down her cheeks to fall to the annulment papers. Tareth F?ing Thorn.