Book: Shelter Mountain
Quotes of Book: Shelter Mountain
In a sudden and desperate move, she grabbed at the handle on the door and furiously tried to open it. She looked around for a lock, pushing on the door at the same time, but it wouldn't give. She popped the little button on the door next to the window-up and down, up and down, moving the handle, pushing. Nothing. Her upper arm was gripped hard and she turned her watering, terrified eyes toward Wes. He scowled blackly, then his frown dissolved into mean grin. "Jammed, Paige. How stupid do you think I am?" She swallowed hard and asked, "Do you plan to leave our son without a mother?" "Absolutely," he said with terrifying calm. "But not until I'm sure I'm leaving him without a potential stepfather." "God," she whispered weakly. "Why, Wes? John hasn't done anything to you!" "No?" he asked. "Only took my family away from me. Got my family to turn against me." "No," she said, shaking her head. "No, that's not what happened, Wes. I ran from you." "Sure you did, Paige. And if it wasn't for that guy, you'd still be running. Running and running, and I would find you and find you. But what you did-ending it forever and sending me to fucking prison, that was his doing. We both know you don't have the guts for that." He turned his head toward her and grinned meanly. "He'll come after you, you know he will." I'm bait, she thought. Nothing but bait. "I wouldn't mind a piece of that other one, either," he said. "Sheridan." Something came over Paige. It seemed to rise within her from her core. You don't have the guts for that.... The thought that this dangerous lunatic would ruthlessly, without conscience, hurt John and his own son sizzled inside her like boiling oil. Her fear slowly gave way to rage. "You're going to burn in hell," she whispered. But he couldn't hear her above the noise of the old pickup. * book-quoteYou're welcome to come back in a little while and break my heart, mija," he said. "But right now, let's go back to town. Let's grab a cup of coffee and give the lovers another hour together." "Breaking a few hearts interests me," she said, putting her hand in his to stand. But when they were both standing, she didn't pull her hand away. He should have let go and stooped to gather up their blanket, but he didn't want to release her hand, small and soft but strong in his. He smiled at her. "I think the last time I had this feeling come over me when a girl held my hand, I was thirteen. You'll be good at it, I think. Breaking hearts." Still, she didn't pull away, didn't break the spell. It was he who finally let go, stooping to close up their basket, pick up the blanket. He handed her the folded blanket. "Thank you for today, Brie." "It was a nice day," she said, her smile genuine. "You didn't seem to have any trouble finding the right word." And, Mike thought, there are no words for what I'm starting to feel.... * book-quoteMel was tugging at her T-shirt as Jack was handing her the baby. She held the baby's cheek against her warm breast, running her fingers over his perfect head. The baby stopped crying and appeared to be looking around. Mel glanced up at Jack and gave him a little smile. "Come on, little guy," she cooed, serene, totally focused on her son. "Do your job here. Stanch the bleeding, bring out the placenta." She pinched her nipple to fit the baby's mouth, trying to entice him with it. Jack felt a river of emotion run through him. He didn't know if he was about to burst into song or faint. He dropped to his knees to be closer and watched Mel tickle the baby's mouth and cheek with her nipple and then the baby turned his head instinctively and clamped on, took hold, suckled. And Mel said, "Oh, my! You're very good at this." Then she looked at Jack, who knelt by the bed, dazed. She smiled weakly and said, "Thank you, darling." He leaned closer to her, his face next to his son's head. "My God, Melinda," he said in a breath. "What the hell did we just do?" * book-quoteI have nothing again," she said. "A little suitcase, a car with stolen license plates on it, a child and one on the way..." "You have everything," he said. "A car with stolen license plates, a son, a baby on the way, friends..." "I had friends before," she whispered. "They were scared of him. He ran them off and I lost them forever." "Do I look like the kind of friend he can scare? Run off?" He pulled her gently onto his lap and she rested her head against his chest. "I don't know why I stay so crazy," she said softly. "He's not anywhere near. He'll never guess this place. But I'm still scared." "Yeah, that happens." "You're never scared," she said. He chuckled softly, stroked her back. He was scared of a bunch of things, number one being the day she got these problems managed and left with Christopher. "That's what you think," he said. "In the Marines, they used to say everyone's afraid, so you have to learn to use fear to your advantage. Man, if you ever figure out how you do that, let me know. Okay?" "What did you do when you were scared?" she asked. "One of two things," he said. "I'd either pee myself, or I'd get mad." She lifted her head off his chest, looked at him and laughed a little. "That's a girl," he said, wiping off her cheeks. book-quoteThe most delicious thing it's going to see today is Preacher's lunch," she said, but she smiled when she said it. "Thank God," he said, teasing. "I admit, I was pretty worried. I wondered-if I gave you wine and music and you began to seduce me, how would I-" "Get out of it?" she asked, amused. "Not exactly, mija." He grinned. "How would I keep Jack from killing me." "Don't take this the wrong way, Mike, it's not personal, but Jack isn't in charge of what I do. He thinks he is. But he's not." "Big brothers," Mike said. "Very annoying people... book-quoteI admit I was stupid. Oh, mija, you don't know what I'd give to start over." He leaned toward her and said, "If I had a woman like you in my life, I think I would know what I had." She laughed at him. "Good God, you're so obvious. You're coming on to me!" Some habits die so hard, he thought. But he was close enough to smell her sweet perfume and it addled his brain a little bit. "Dios, no! I wouldn't dare! I'm admiring you, that's all." "Well, you can stop admiring me-I'm never getting within a hundred miles of another one of you." "Another one of-me?" "You've been through two wives and a million other women. Not exactly a good résumé, Mike." He leaned back on his hands and smiled at her. "For a little while, I thought you liked me." She lifted her eyebrows. "I'm not about to be tricked by a flirtatious man." He shrugged. "If you are, it will be kept in confidence, Brie," he said, smiling at her. "This book-quote
