WindSwept Narrows: #6 Eve Hastings

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  • It
  • was
  • Sunday
  • when
  • he
  • came
  • in
  • from
  • his
  • run
  • that
  • he
  • picked
  • up
  • the
  • phone
  • and
  • tapped
  • in
  • the
  • number
  • Sam
  • had
  • given
  • him.
  • His
  • voice
  • curt
  • and
  • flat.“I
  • want
  • to
  • talk
  • to
  • you.
  • I’ll
  • be
  • at
  • your
  • place
  • tomorrow
  • at
  • six,”
  • Zach
  • told
  • her
  • flatly,
  • breaking
  • the
  • connection
  • before
  • she
  • could
  • say
  • a
  • word.Eve
  • looked
  • at
  • the
  • phone,
  • sighing
  • and
  • closing
  • it
  • before
  • returning
  • to
  • the
  • fabric
  • she
  • was
  • stitching
  • as
  • she
  • watched
  • the
  • news.
  • She
  • had
  • to
  • set
  • the
  • frame
  • aside
  • after
  • a
  • few
  • seconds,
  • her
  • hands
  • were
  • shaking
  • too
  • much
  • to
  • quilt
  • straight.
  • It
  • had
  • been
  • five
  • days
  • since
  • he
  • had
  • appeared
  • in
  • her
  • office.She
  • brought
  • the
  • paper
  • she’d
  • printed
  • her
  • part
  • of
  • the
  • bargain
  • on
  • home
  • with
  • her
  • Monday
  • afternoon,
  • leaving
  • it
  • sit
  • on
  • her
  • desk
  • as
  • she
  • worked
  • on
  • dinner.
  • A
  • nice
  • salad,
  • a
  • rich
  • spaghetti
  • dish
  • and
  • a
  • red
  • wine.
  • The
  • table
  • was
  • set
  • when
  • his
  • fist
  • struck
  • her
  • door,
  • making
  • her
  • glad
  • she
  • had
  • very
  • sturdy
  • doors.She
  • shouldn’t
  • be
  • surprised
  • that
  • he
  • was
  • angry.
  • She
  • doubted
  • there
  • was
  • much
  • that
  • stood
  • in
  • the
  • way
  • of
  • Zachary
  • Covington.
  • She
  • wiped
  • her
  • palms
  • on
  • the
  • seat
  • of
  • her
  • jeans
  • and
  • pulled
  • the
  • door
  • wide.Dressed
  • as
  • before,
  • she
  • watched
  • the
  • dark
  • suit
  • and
  • vest
  • storm
  • past
  • her
  • into
  • the
  • house.
  • Eve
  • closed
  • the
  • door,
  • sliding
  • the
  • lock
  • into
  • place
  • and
  • turning
  • to
  • face
  • him.
  • It
  • was
  • raining
  • and
  • his
  • dark
  • brown
  • hair
  • was
  • dotted
  • with
  • crystals
  • of
  • water,
  • his
  • hand
  • raked
  • over
  • his
  • head
  • absently.“You
  • realize
  • I
  • am
  • completely
  • and
  • totally
  • pissed
  • off
  • at
  • you,”
  • Zach
  • met
  • the
  • quiet
  • stare,
  • ordering
  • his
  • stomach
  • to
  • ignore
  • the
  • smell
  • of
  • food.“It
  • does
  • show
  • in
  • the
  • stance
  • and
  • voice,”
  • Eve
  • answered
  • with
  • a
  • little
  • nod.
  • “Are
  • you
  • hungry?
  • I
  • thought
  • dinner
  • before
  • we
  • discussed
  • business…”“Business…that’s
  • what
  • you’re
  • calling
  • this…this
  • blackmail?”“Would
  • be
  • a
  • nice
  • ice
  • breaker,”
  • she
  • continued
  • as
  • if
  • he
  • hadn’t
  • interrupted.
  • “Businesses
  • have
  • a
  • long
  • history
  • of
  • barter,
  • Mr.
  • Covington,”
  • Eve
  • said
  • with
  • a
  • shrug.
  • “That’s
  • all
  • this
  • is.
  • I
  • have
  • something
  • you
  • want…you
  • have
  • something
  • I
  • want.
  • It’s
  • a
  • simple
  • business
  • transaction.”“Holding
  • a
  • man
  • hostage
  • in
  • a
  • marriage…”“By
  • the
  • time
  • the
  • project
  • is
  • complete,
  • you’ll
  • be
  • a
  • free
  • man,”
  • she
  • interrupted.
  • “For
  • one
  • year
  • of
  • your
  • time
  • and
  • a
  • few
  • muscular
  • contractions,
  • you
  • get
  • the
  • property.
  • You
  • don’t
  • have
  • to
  • live
  • with
  • me
  • or
  • put
  • up
  • with
  • me
  • at
  • all,
  • for
  • that
  • matter.”“They
  • have
  • clinics
  • for
  • what
  • you
  • want,”
  • he
  • pushed
  • the
  • words
  • through
  • his
  • teeth.
  • “Muscular
  • contractions?”
  • Zach
  • repeated
  • in
  • total
  • amazement
  • and
  • disbelief.
  • He
  • had
  • never
  • been
  • this
  • furious
  • with
  • another
  • human
  • being.“I
  • don’t
  • want
  • random.
  • I
  • know
  • I
  • am
  • far
  • from
  • the
  • type
  • of
  • female
  • you’re
  • accustomed
  • to,”
  • Eve
  • said
  • with
  • a
  • wave
  • of
  • her
  • palm.
  • “But
  • given
  • the
  • standards
  • of
  • most
  • men,
  • I
  • can’t
  • believe
  • it
  • would
  • be
  • that
  • impossible
  • to…to…”“You
  • can’t
  • even
  • say
  • what
  • you
  • want.”
  • He
  • threw
  • back
  • with
  • a
  • growl.“To
  • have
  • sex
  • with
  • me,”
  • she
  • shot
  • back
  • immediately,
  • dark
  • lashes
  • narrowed
  • over
  • the
  • violet eyes.
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