Agent Out of Time - Page 93/135

Deshavi's gaze wobbled slightly away and she started to step back in the water, but Trent held her fast by the shoulders.

"Your scars are almost healed and your bruises are fading away and you look as beautiful as you ever did! Why on Earth do you think I wouldn't be attracted to you? Now comes a choice that only you can make. You can keep on believing the worst of me and confuse me up with all the men who raped you or you can realize all over again that I love you and to me you'll always be my girl of summer despite whatever you may look like or what's been done to you!"

Trent's hands came off her shoulders and spread wide, as he backed away through the water.

"You can take the rest of the stitches out for yourself or have Caleb do it. Either way I'm not going to lay a hand on you till you ask me to and sincerely want my touch and affection. I'm not the kind of scum that would ever take advantage of a woman like you have been, and I don't like being grouped together with those who have!"

Deshavi quickly responded in a shaken tone, "I never said you were like them!"

"You inferred it!" Trent shot back in response.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to!"

"Okay then, apology accepted, but I'm still keeping a distance from you, until you show me you still want something more with me and Deshavi I very much want that to happen!"

It had been quite a while since Trent had left. Perhaps my plan had worked too well. No, I trusted Trent too much for that. Just then Trent appeared. I noted the wet pant legs and water spotted shirt. Ahhh a successful mission then.

He didn't stop in the camp, but kept on stalking past it toward the head of the cut. Poor boy I'd put him through hell with this little chore, but once again he'd shown what a fine man he was.

I was laying on my back resting letting my eyes drift upward to the blue sky overhead, as I contemplated the second act of the drama that I was embroiled in. Not too long after Trent's disappearance in walked my granddaughter. I watched her gracefully comb some of her wet hair behind one ear. What a positive sign that was.

Uh Oh!

I began to sense I was in trouble, if the measured tone of her stride toward me was any indication. I kept my features serene, as she quietly sat down on a rock close beside me. Her face was hard to read and I hoped mine was too.