Mirror of My Soul (Nature of Desire 4)

“Always conditions…” He heard the humor in her voice and smiled.

When Marguerite came back to him, wet clay from the banks of the pond was between her toes, across her feet, even up her ankles. She shook her head over them.

“I’m afraid you’re seeing one of my private rituals. A balancing thing. Coming from the sky, I always like to do this grounding in the earth. ” When he didn’t reply, she raised her gaze. Marguerite found him staring at her feet, his expression distant, almost empty. “Tyler? Tyler. ” She said it sharply when he didn’t respond at all. Reaching out, she touched him, seeking a response.

He started. His gaze jerked up to meet hers. “I’ll get some water. ” He dumped the water cup he’d brought with him from the classroom water cooler, rose and strode down to the water’s edge.

Her brow furrowed. “I keep a towel and some towelettes in the trunk of the car.

And there’s a hose back there. It’s okay. ”

Again, he acted like he didn’t hear her. Genuinely concerned now, Marguerite started after him, but he’d already turned. Drawing her by the hand to the bench, he pushed her firmly down to the seat. He knelt there before her, poured the water over her toes, rubbed his hand over them, trying to remove the sticky clay. He went back to the pond several times. There was something in his face, something about the determined way he scrubbed at her feet that kept her silent, watching him. There was nothing left on her feet that she could tell, but he poured a fourth cup of water over them, lifting her foot to check the soles, parting each toe to ensure each one was completely clean.

When he started to rise again, she’d had enough. She caught his hand, held on firmly. “Tyler, quit it. They’re clean. Tell me what’s happening. And don’t tell me nothing. ” She increased her grip, alarmed to see his face was growing paler by the minute, his eyes unfocused as they moved in the direction of her voice. “Sit. Now. ” She was familiar with the signs of an impending faint. Fortunately she had a bottle of drinking water she’d brought with her to replenish her own fluids. When she practically shoved him into a sitting position on the bench, she used the head cover of her jumpsuit as a towel, dampened and pressed it to his forehead. He pushed her away after a second, leaned forward to put his head between his knees, taking deep breaths.

When she tried to close in, he shook his head, lifted his hand, warding her off.

“Give me a moment. ”

She couldn’t stop herself from easing onto the bench next to him, reaching out and touching his hair lightly, tentative, one stroke, then another. Sweat was beaded on the back of his neck, staining his shirt, the man she’d never seen truly out of control, the passion of sex notwithstanding.

“The watch. Don’t take it. Leave it all alone. ”

“I will,” she assured him. “Tyler, it’s Marguerite. I need you to be here, with me. ” Pressing her knuckles against his temple, his jaw, she leaned down and put her lips over his.

He bolted up off the bench, startling her so that he knocked her backwards, made her land hard on her hip on the ground. Lifting his hand to his lips, he pressed where her mouth had been. He shook his head as if clearing the confusion, reminding her of a horse she’d seen run into a barn once, trying to get his bearings back. His attention moved to the planes, down the runway, then to the bench, to her on the ground.

“Oh, Jesus. Angel, are you okay?” He was by her side in two strides, his arms under her, lifting her, putting her on the bench, checking her arms and legs, cupping her face.

“I didn’t…please tell me I didn’t hit you. ”

“Not recently. ” At his look of horror, she caught his hands, held them. “Yesterday, the spanking. I was teasing. No, you didn’t hit me. You’re fine. You just made me lose my balance when you got up so abruptly. Ssshhh…it’s okay. I’m fine. I’m fine. ” He stared at her and Marguerite squeezed his hands. “Tyler, are you all right? Can I do something for you? What’s going on?”

“Your feet…”

“They’re all clean. You took care of them. They’re fine. ” She guided his face away from the pond and back to her, not wanting to set him off again by letting him see the pond’s banks, the muddy footprints she’d left.

Tyler pressed his forehead to hers, drew in a deep shuddering breath. Let it out after a long moment. “Jesus, that was embarrassing. I haven’t done that in a long time. ”

“Yes. I’m disappointed to find you’re human. I was arranging to have a big ‘S’

tattooed on your chest for your birthday and now I’ll have to come up with another gift. ”

His jaw flexed and he drew back. “I’m sorry. That was inexcusable. And you don’t have to make jokes to make it less awkward. ” He rose. “I should go. ”

“Pardon me?”

He shook his head. “I shouldn’t be subjecting you to this. ”

“What?” She rose and slapped a palm on his chest as he began to stride away.

“Could you please stop for a moment?”

He laid his hand over hers, cupped her cheek. “It’s all right. I just need a few moments and I’ll be fine. ”

“You’re sure? I mean, I need to know this for certain. ” He straightened at the temper in her voice. “Yes, I’ll be fine. It won’t happen again.

I just need to go. ” He started to step around her and she moved with him, this time catching hold of his shirt with both hands, making it clear if he wanted to escape he was going to have to drag her. His eyes narrowed dangerously, his hands latching on to her wrists. “Marguerite—”