As we sat in the car, on our way to Jim’s house, Gaston dictated in a clipped tone.:’ I do not want you to behave like a s*** “
Refusing to show him how hurt I was, I asked in a teasing manner,” And so what are the rules? What can I do? Can I laugh? Can I talk to people?’
He turned his distinguished looking silver head to me and growled.” Don’t push me woman. Or I may be tempted to teach you a lesson right here in the car.”
I smiled brightly,” Oh, it’s been so long since I did that with someone! Can we??”
The look of pure jealousy that came over his face before it was quickly masked, was vindication enough. I turned, smiling to myself, small victory, I thought smugly.
We alighted before a beautifully constructed house and I looked up, admiring it. Gaston jerked me forward. I slid a look at him as he limped forward: he looked breathtakingly handsome, with his sleek silver head, powerfully built, dressed in an expensive suit, his bearing as commanding as ever. Ruefully I thought, how much I loved him, this man who had never a tender look or touch !
He turned and caught me looking at him and frowned. Before he could say anything we had reached the entrance.