Chapter Eight

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Four days before Christmas, Eleanor was in the kitchen making a huge pot of fudge so she could drown her sorrows in something wicked. She heard a thump above her and looked up. One of the cats was on a glass panel and crying down at her.

" How did you get up there? "

She wiped her hands and walked around the room. The cat followed her, crying the whole time. She went to the window and opened it and called him. All he did was cry harder and harder.

He was stuck up there.

She grabbed her skirt and climbed out on the fire escape. She went up the ladder and scrambled onto the roof. " Here, kitty. Come here. "

The cat just cried and sat there.

After a few more tries she began to scoot over the roof. The moment she got near the cat, he leapt up and ran past her. Like a fool she tried to grab him and missed.

She slid in the snow and ice. She tried to grab something. Anything.

Oh, God she was going to die! She screamed as loud as she could. Panic seized her so hard, she couldn't breathe.

A second later she felt nothing but cold air. She grabbed out again, and her hands closed around the icy gutters while momentum slammed her against the bricks. Her shoes scraped at the building, looking for some kind of footing.

There was none. She just dangled there. Her hands ached, but she hung on.

" Nellie! " It was Conn's voice.

" Don't move! " he hollered.

" Do I look that stupid! " she screamed back. She glanced over her shoulder as best she could and saw Conn running across the street.

She gripped the gutter more tightly. Her arms hurt like the dickens. She didn't know how much longer she could hold on.

Then she heard a clanging. It was the fire wagon.

She peered over one shoulder again and saw Conn Donoughue driving the wagon, a line of shouting firemen running after him.

He'd stolen the wagon. For her.

She smiled a little. Suddenly her arms didn't hurt anymore. She wasn't scared. She knew she would be safe.

The crank of the extension ladder made a squealing sound. The ladder crawled up the side of the building.

" Hang on, Nell! "

As if she would let go.

Conn climbed the ladder two rungs at a time. Then his arms were around her. She just held onto him and closed her eyes.

He carried her back down, whispering things that didn't really register because she was so thankful to be in his arms again. She could make out some words. Strange words like crazy and love and stupid along with a few choice curses. She could feel his racing heartbeat. The air was cold, yet his face was dripping with sweat. They reached the wagon and he got down, then strode toward the gym door.

" You can put me down now. "

He was silent.

" I can walk. "

" Be quiet. "

She frowned at him. " I'm not hurt. "

" Not yet. "

" Are you threatening me? "

" I said, be quiet. "

" I won't be quiet. I can speak whenever I choose. You are not my lord and master, you know. I realize that you just saved me from an awkward predicament, and I'm very grateful, but that doesn't give you the right to tell me what to do and not do. I'm my own woman. An adult. So don't think I'll just cower and be meek and submissive just because you tell me to. In fact, I don't know who you think you are—"

He kicked open her door with such force she did shut up.

He slammed it closed with an elbow. He lowered her legs to the floor and cupped the back of her head with his hand.

" This is who I am. " His mouth came down on hers.

She was so surprised, she just let him kiss her. Then it was too late. She kissed him back. Kissed him with every hidden emotion in her lonely heart.

His tongue slid inside, and her breath caught just like before. Her heart pounded in her ears. She gave herself up to the passion and desire, all those things she had only imagined before.

He pulled her closer, kissed her longer and deeper, and held her so tightly she didn't have to hold on to him. Her toes barely touched the floor. She could feel his hard body against hers. She wanted more. She wanted to climb inside of him and feel everything he was and everything his kisses offered her.

She heard a low and earthy moan. It was her own voice.

He broke off the kiss so abruptly, she staggered back against the door.

He was angry, and his face showed it. " You need a goddamn keeper. If you even think about climbing on one more piece of furniture or get near that roof for any reason, I swear I'll—" He cut himself off and drove a hand through his hair.

He jerked open the door, then scowled back at her. " I don't know what I'll do, but if I were you I wouldn't test me. "

He slammed the door behind him.

She stared at the door for a moment, then raised her fingers to her lips. She crossed the room to her sofa and plopped down on it. She grinned, then gave a short joyous laugh that on anyone younger would have been called a giggle.

" Oh, my, " she sighed. " Oh, my, oh, my, oh, my. Be still my heart. "

And then she began to really laugh.

Someone knocked on Conn's door that night. He was still trying to decipher his accounts. He threw back the chair and threw open the door.

Nellie stood there holding a plate. " Here. " She held out the plate. " It's fudge. "

He stepped back from the door. " Come inside. "

She crossed the threshold as if she were stepping into hell.

" I'm not going to eat you. "

" You're still angry. "

" I'd like to wring your neck. How the hell did you get on the roof. And why? "

" I was saving one of my cats. "

" The little black one? "

She nodded.

" That damn cat goes up there all the time. "

" I didn't know that. I thought he was stuck and scared. "

She was such a softy. " Why didn't you come to me? "

" I didn't even think to go to you. I just reacted. "

He turned to keep from grabbing her and kissing the breath out of her. " We're friends, too, Nellie. We became friends first. Just because you have some idiotic idea about our age difference doesn't mean I have stopped loving you. It doesn't mean I'm not still your friend. "

" I'd like to be your friend. "

" I'd like you to be more. "

" How much more? "

" I already asked you once. I won't ask again. "

" Oh. " She stared at her hands. " You don't want to marry me anymore. I understand. "

" That's not true. I do want to marry you. I just won't be the one who asks. "

She stood there a long time. When she raised her head, there were tears streaming down her cheeks.

" You know pride is a crazy thing. It can actually make something completely unimportant seem to be the most important thing in the entire world. " He pulled her into his arms and buried his face in her hair, knowing he was lying, knowing that he would ask her to marry him every single day of his life if that's what it took.

She muttered something against his chest, but he couldn't understand her.

She tilted her head up and looked at him. " Well? "

" Well what? "

" Will you marry me? "

He stood there for a moment. " What about our ages? "

" I was wrong. I was very wrong. I think I was just so scared, too scared of what I was feeling. " She tightened her arms around him. " I used our age difference as an excuse. "

He kissed her long and hard and with every ounce of passion and love he felt. " God, how I love you, Nellie. "

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