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can we& Try something else, Hal met his eyes. Marshall fell silent. Go take a shower, Hal told him and walked away. 87 DJ Manly Chapter 24 arshall spent all day picking coffee beans and, although rain M had been threatening for the last little while, there had not been much more than a sprinkle. At eight that evening, Marshall made the long walk down the road to the main house. It grew dark even before he got half way. All around him were strange noises and he could have sworn he saw glowing eyes in the bushes. He felt uneasy. He was worried about what would happen if he didn t get to see Angelo Farelli tonight. Maybe he wasn t even at the house. If he wasn t there, he d be stuck out here in the pitch black all night, too frightened to walk back to the bunkhouse, too frightened of how Hal would react. He walked faster. The sounds of the night seemed to be amplified. His heart pounded and he started to run. He didn t even hear the sound of the car until it was right up on top of him. Brakes screeched. Marshall put his arm up over his face as he turned around, blinded by headlights. Angelo Farelli swore in Italian, getting out of Ricardo s old truck. He was dressed in a royal blue short sleeved shirt and a pair of stone washed jeans. Brown desert boots replaced his usual riding boots. Are you insane? Angelo demanded in Portuguese, turning off his car lights. Marshall was truly scared. He didn t have to fake that part. He d been walking at a fast pace, becoming more and more terrified of being out here alone in the dark. Angelo came closer, suddenly recognizing him. Munduso? Marshall nodded, swallowing. I didn t hear the truck& I& 88 Arsenic and Rio What in hell is wrong with you? He demanded in English. I could have run you over. I m scared. I was running to get away from Hal. I was coming to see you. His chest heaved. I didn t know where else to go. His breathing was coming in fast and hard. Angelo narrowed his eyes. And so it was nonsense you fed me last night. He was beating up on you. Marshall nodded. He s angry again tonight. Can I stay with you? He lifted an eyebrow. Stay with me? Yes, in the house. I was thinking maybe if I stayed away from him a little, he d& maybe there s a job for me at the house? Angelo pushed some hair off his forehead and let out some air. We really don t need anyone at the house, but I can take care of the problem for you. How? Marshall asked. I will fire him, he said simply. No! Marshall shook his head as Angelo turned around. He grabbed his arm. Angelo looked at him in surprise. Marshall released him and lowered his voice. I would prefer if you don t do that. Why not? He demanded. I thought you said that& I did. It s just that I feel responsible for this& I can t go into it. I& Well, you sure as hell better go into it! Angelo snapped. He looked annoyed. I& not here. Is there somewhere we can talk? Marshall asked softly. Angelo hesitated. Well& get in, he indicated the truck. I will take you back to the house, but then we re going to settle this thing, understood? Yes, sir, he replied and got into the passenger s side. The ride was short. It was no more than five minutes before they were inside the gate. It was a pleasant night, warm with a cool breeze. They walked onto the veranda and Angelo invited Marshall to sit in one of the wicker chairs. I ll bring some lemonade and we ll talk about this, he said, going into the house. 89 DJ Manly Marshall closed his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief. Hal would be proud of him. A few minutes later he returned with the lemonade. He handed him a glass filled with ice and took a seat on the step below him with his. He glanced up at him. I m listening. He looked like he needed a shave. He had one of those five o clock shadows that made him look very male and very sexy. He was intoxicating to look at. His voice was so smooth and so deep that it was hypnotic. The scent of jasmine was heavy in the air tonight. Maybe he could blame that for his sudden intoxication. I really didn t want to burden you with all this& but& Marshall began. But you did want to burden me, because you are here now telling me about it, aren t you? He looked up at him again and took a long sip of the lemonade. Marshall smiled, wondering if this man was even aware of the effect he was having on him. Touché, he said. You re right. I guess I needed someone to talk to. The only thing I can do, you do not want me to do. If this man treats you badly, why do you remain with him? Are you lovers? Marshall was surprised at the question. Angelo, however, appeared to be quite unfazed by it. That s a very personal thing to ask me. You re not shy about these things? Shy about& He shook his head, putting down his glass. I don t understand. Sex, talking like that about sex& asking me& especially gay sex, Marshall blushed some. It was the oddest thing, but discussing sex with this man made him feel shy. Why should I be embarrassed of human nature? I apologize if I am out of line. I am trying to understand, that s all. He moved the glass around in his hand. The ice clinked against the sides, echoing in the still night air. Well, to answer your question, no, we are not lovers& well, yes we are, kind of, Marshall managed. Can t be both, Marshall, and kind of doesn t exist. You either are [ Pobierz caÅ‚ość w formacie PDF ] |
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