rekindled(英文版)-第17部分

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little　annoying　thing　about　him。　〃I　could　say　the　same　about　you。　I
think　I'll　leave。〃　Spinning　on　a　heel；　she　took　a　single　step　before　he
caught　her。

〃No！〃　His　voice　softened。　〃Don't　go。〃　When　she　looked　back；　his　eyes
were　gentler。　〃e　in。　Please。〃

She　had　no　choice　when　he　drew　her　in。　Not　that　she　wanted　one。　Struck
by　his　height　and　good　looks；　she　was　very　glad　she'd　e；　and　suddenly
shy。

For　a　minute；　he　seemed　unsure。　He　studied　her　eyes；　searching。　Then　he
let　out　a　sigh　and　drew　her　close　for　a　hug。　She　returned　it　as　though
it　was　the　most　natural　thing　in　the　world。

His　lips　moved　against　her　hair。　〃It's　good　to　see　you；　Anne。〃

She　smiled　against　his　chest。　〃Same　here；　Mitch。〃

He　drew　back　and　framed　her　face。　Tipping　it；　he　kissed　her　softly。　His
mouth　played；　lightly；　sensually。　His　tongue　made　the　moment　even
sweeter。

When　he　drew　back　this　time；　his　eyes　smoldered。　His　voice　was　thick。
〃How　about　making　coffee　while　I　get　cleaned　up？　You　look　a　damned　sight
better　than　I　do　right　now。〃

〃You　don't　look　so　bad。〃

〃Get　the　coffee？　Please？　I'll　get　your　bags　later。〃　Putting　her　from
him；　he　strode　off。

Anne　tossed　her　coat　on　a　chair。　She　made　coffee　strong；　and　eggs
scrambled　moist。　When　the　food　was　hot　on　the　table；　she　went　to　the
window。　The　backyard　looked　bare。　A　dull　apple　or　two　clinging
stubbornly　to　lonely　branches。　The　firs　stood　out；　towering　over　trees
that　were　deleafed。　They　swayed　gallantly　in　gusts　of　wind　that　sent
shivers　through　the　tall　grass　below。

But　the　chill　was　out　there；　and　Anne　was　in　here。　She　was　warm　and
content。

〃You're　looking　well；〃　Mitch　said　from　the　door。　〃A　little　pale；　but
better　than　last　time。〃　He　was　groomed　meticulously　now　and　looking
devastatingly　fresh　in　an　opermecked　wool　shirt　and　clean　denims。

〃There　wasn't　much　in　the　fridge；〃　she　said。　〃I　hope　the　eggs　are
enough。〃

He　took　a　chair　and　helped　himself　from　the　platter。　〃I　thought　we'd　go
marketing　today。　Unless；〃　he　shot　her　a　look　over　the　rim　of　his　coffee
cup；　〃you　brought　groceries。〃

〃Not　this　time。　I　wasn't　sure　I'd　be　staying　here。　I　made　reservations
at　an　inn　in　Woodstock　just　in　case。〃

He　sat　back。　〃Were　you　afraid　I'd　attack　you　again？〃

〃No；〃　she　said　with　care。　〃I　wasn't　sure　you'd　be　here。　It　was　tentative
when　you　mentioned　it；　and　since　I　had　no　way　of　contacting　you　in
between…〃

〃You　could　have　called　Miles　Cooper；〃　he　suggested　lightly。

She　looked　him　in　the　eye。　〃No；　I　couldn't。　So　there　was　no　fortable
way　of　my　learning　your　plans。〃

〃Did　that　bother　you？〃

〃No。〃　She　didn't　look　away。　〃I　don't　want　to　cope　with　identities　yet。〃

〃Then　we　agree　on　that。　No　more　said。〃

〃No　more　said。〃　She　felt　proud　of　herself；　if　a　little　wistful；　as　she
watched　him　eat。

When　he　finished；　he　ran　a　napkin　over　his　mouth。　Then　he　balled　it　up
in　his　fist。　〃You　can　phone　from　the　village　later　and　cancel　those
reservations。　But　I　think　you　should　know　that　there　are　two　conditions
to　your　staying　here。〃

Conditions？　She　arched　a　brow。

He　leaned　way　back　this　time；　until　the　chair　was　on　its　rear　legs。
〃First；　we　eat　together。〃

She　had　no　problem　with　that。　It　pleased　her；　actually。　She　smiled　her
agreement。

〃Second；〃　he　said；　〃I　sleep　downstairs。〃

Her　smile　vanished。　〃Uh；　I　。。。　don't　think　so。　I'm　not　ready　for　　。。。
that。〃

His　eyes　laughed。　〃I'm　told　that　I'm　a　good　lover。　But　hey；〃　he
relented；　all　teasing　gone；　〃I'm　not　ready　for　。。。　that；　either。　Maybe
soon。　But　not　yet。　You　aren't　the　only　one　dealing　with　ghosts。〃

Startled　by　that　thought；　she　gathered　up　the　empty　dishes　and　went　to
the　sink。

He　was　close　behind　her。　〃You're　a　beautiful　woman。〃

〃Last　time；　I　was　'plain'　and　'scrawny。〃'

〃Last　time；　I　was　wet　and　tired。〃　Strong　hands　slid　around　her　middle
and　drew　her　back　against　his　body。　His　forearms　brushed　the　underside
of　her　breasts。　Her　heart　thudded　in　response。

When　he　turned　her　to　face　him；　her　lips　parted。　He　kissed　her　then；
possessive　but　gentle；　and　she　responded　with　a　fervor　she　had　forgotten
was　possible。　Wrapping　her　arms　around　his　neck；　she　opened　her　mouth；
and　he　moved　right　in。　After　her　mouth　he　kissed　her　cheeks　and　her
eyelids。　Then；　hotly；　he　sought　out　her　tongue。

They　weren't　ready　for　this　emotionally；　but　there　was　no　problem
physically。　Mitch　was　rock…hard　against　her。　His　hands　moved　restlessly
on　her　back；　her　waist；　her　hips。　They　found　her　breasts　and　explored　in
detail；　and　Anne　was　every　bit　as　active。　She　touched　him　everywhere　to
make　sure　he　was　real；　and　he　was；　real　and　ready。　While　their　mouths
tangled　hungrily；　her　fingers　spread　over　his　thigh　and　moved　upward；
upward　and　inward。

With　a　strangled　sound；　Mitch　pulled　away。

Anne　felt　instant　loss；　then　acute　embarrassment。　Mitch's　ragged
breathing　was　small　solace　for　her　aggressiveness。　〃That　shouldn't　have
happened；〃　she　said　in　a　faltering　whisper。

He　made　a　sputtering　sound　and　pushed　a　hand　through　his　hair。　〃Yeah；
but　it　did。　Damn　it；　this　was　a　crazy　idea！〃

She　averted　her　eyes　and　tried　to　edge　away　from　the　sink；　but　he　had
her　pinned　there。　Holding　her　chin；　he　forced　her　face　up。　His　voice　was
rough　as　sand。　〃You　try　my　patience；　Annie。　One　part　of　me　aches　to　pick
you　up　in　my　arms　and　carry　you　out　to　that　bed；　but　the　last　thing　I
need　right　now　is　to　bear　you　calling　for　another　man　in　the　throes　of
passion。　You're　still　mourning　your　husband。　Your　clothes；　your　hair；
your　eyes　all　tell　me　that。　And　I　have　a　past；　too。　The　last　thing　you
need　is　to　hear　me　call　out　another　woman's　name。〃

Anne's　eyes　filled　with　tears。　When　she　pushed　at　him；　he　let　her　go。
She　went　to　the　window；　wrapped　her　arms　around　herself；　and　looked　out。
〃Why　do　you　lead　me　on？〃

There　was　silence；　then　a　begrudging；　〃I　can't　seem　to　help　myself。
What's　your　excuse？〃　When　she　didn't　answer；　he　approached　her　and
goaded；　〃Hmm？　Are　you　that　frustrated？〃

She　spun　around　and　sent　the　flat　of　her　hand　against　his　cheek。　He
caught　it　on　the　rebound　and　had　her　arm　behind　her；　drawing　her　hard
against　him；　in　an　instant。

〃Don't　ever　do　that　again！〃　he　muttered　and；　as　suddenly　as　he'd　seized
her；　let　her　go。　He　took　long　steps　toward　the　door　before　stopping
short。

Anne　was　stunned；　short　of　breath；　wondering　what　was　ing　next。

One　lithe　stride　brought　him　back。　To　her　astonishment　he　framed　her
face　with　his　hands；　placed　a　hard　kiss　on　her　lips；　then　walked　off
again。

〃What　was　that　for？〃　she　cried。

〃Moist　eggs　and　strong　black　coffee。〃　He　half…turned　at　the　door。　〃I
have　a　couple　of　things　to　do。　Find　something　to　keep　you　busy　for　an
hour；　then　we'll　leave　for　the　village。〃

It　wasn't　a　question；　and　he　didn't　wait　for　an　answer。　That　was　what
kept　Anne　busy　while　she　unpacked　her　bags　in　the　attic　bedroom。　She
brooded。　She　agonized。　She　wondered　why　she　had　e　and　why　she　ever
wanted　his　kiss。　Mitch　whoever…he…was　was　stubborn　and　selfcentered。　He
was　the　exact　opposite　of　gentle；　caring；　generous…to…a…fault　Jeff。

But　Jeff　was　dead。

An　art　teacher　had　once　told　her　that　a　painting　was　successful　when　it
evoked　a　reaction；　be　it　positive　or　negative。　For　Anne；　the　months
since　Jeff's　death　had　been　devoid　of　reaction；　until　Mitch。

So　where　did　she　go　from　there？　Into　bed　with　the　man　at　the　very　first
chance？

Unsettled　by　that　thought；　she　exchanged　her　city　skirt　for　a　sweater
and　jeans；　grabbed　her　heavy　parka；　and　ran　down　the　stairs。　She　needed
fresh　air　and　a　long　walk。

She　barely　got　out　the　back　door　when　she　spotted　Mitch　in　the　yard
splitting　logs　for　the　fire。　Bundled　in　a　sheepskin　jacket　with　its
collar　raised；　he　didn't　see　her。　Time　and　again　he　raised　the　ax　and
struck；　time　and　again　splitting　each　new　log　with　a　single　sweep　of　the
blade；　and　all　with　his　right　arm。　She　wondered　how　the　left　had　been
injured。　It　was　none　of　her　business。　Still　she　wondered。

She　joined　him　in　the　yard　and　sat　quietly　on　a　pile　of　logs　while　he
finished　his　work；　then　as　quietly　helped　carry　the　wood　into　the　house
and　stack　it　by　the　fireplace。　Shortly　after　that；　they　left　for　the
village。

In　the　confines　of　the　car；　he　was　more　imposing　than　ever。　His　hands
were　strong　on　the　wheel；　his　thigh　strong　when　he　braked。　In　profile；
his　hair　was　a　thick　silver…blond；　his　eyes　alert；　his　nose；　lips；　and
chin　classically　chiseled。　Everything　about　him　spoke　of　mand；　of　a
man　with　a　mind　of　his　own。　But　she　knew　that　already。

They　bought　food。　They　drove　home。　They　did　fine　right　through　dinner；
sticking　to　general　topics　like　politics；　the　economy；　and　the　oning
winter　in　the　mountains。　They　disagreed　on　some　things；　but　could　listen
to　the　other's　point　of　view。

They　didn't　run　into　trouble　until　the　last　of　the　peach　melba
disappeared。　Then　he　asked；　〃Why　did　you　decide　to　e　up　here　this
time；　Anne？〃

It　was　inevitable　that　the　talk　would　turn　personal　on　some　level；　and
she　had　nothing　to　hide。　〃I　realized　that　you　were　right。　The　holidays
are　closing　in。　I'm　hoping　to　take　home　a　little　extra　strength。　They'll
be　tough。〃

His　voice　iss　him　a　lot？〃

〃Yes。　It　isn't　as　bad　as　it　was。　I　can　accept　that　he's　gone　now。　I'm
used　to　waking　up　without　him。　The　people　around　me　are　having　more
trouble。　They're　sometimes　so　solicitous　it'd　make　you　sick。
Thanksgiving's　apt　to　be　one　long　let's…cheer…up…Anne　ordeal。〃

Mitch　blew　out　a　breath。　〃Oh；　boy。　I　know　what　you　mean　there。〃

〃How　so？〃　she　asked；　not　letting　it　go　this　time。　〃Are　you　married？〃

Lips　pursed；　he　studied　his　hands。　〃No。〃

〃Have　you　ever　been　married？〃

〃Yes。〃

〃Are　you　divorced？〃

〃No。〃

〃Separated？〃

〃No。〃

There　was　only　one　other　possibility。　It　made　sense　on　many　different
levels。

〃My　wife　died；〃　he　said；　looking　at　her　now。

Anne　saw　the　pain　in　his　eyes。　〃I'm　sorry。　You　must　have　loved　her　very
much。〃

&（l　did。〃

〃How　did　she　die？〃

His　jaw　clenched；　and　anger　joined　the　pain。　She　was　wondering　if　the
anger　was　directed　at　her；　when　he　grew　mellow　again。　〃I'd　rather　not　go
into　it。　That'd　be　getting　more　personal　than　we　planned。〃

〃But　it　helps　to　talk　sometimes。　Doesn't　it？　I　mean；　if　you're　angry…〃

〃Who's　angry？〃

〃I　thought　I　saw…〃

〃What　about　your　anger？　I've　heard　it；　you　know。　Do　you　talk　about　it？〃
He　pushed　his　chair　back　but　didn't　rise。　Both　hands　clutched　the　edge
of　the　table。　〃You　don't　know　what　I'm　feeling。　You　don't　know　anything
about　me；　about　my　work；　my　responsibilities。　How　can　you　be　so
sanctimonious？〃

She　recoiled。　〃Sanctimonious？　I　was　just　trying　to　help。　After　what　I
went　through　not　so　long　ago；　I　may　be　feeling　some　of　what　you　are；　and
yes；　I　may　want　to　talk　about　it。　I　may　want　a　little　help；　myself。〃

The　confession　startled　her。　She　was　wondering　where　it　had　e　from；
when　Mitch　sat　back　and　asked　quietly；　〃How　did　Jeff　die？〃

She　glanced　around　the　room；　but　there　was　no　avoiding　the　issue。　So　she
studied　her　wedding　band。　〃He　was　in　an　accident。〃

〃I　know　that。　But　what　kind？　Were　you　with　him？〃

She　shook　her　head。　〃No。〃

〃Tell　me。〃

〃He　was　on　a　business　trip。　The　plane　went　down。〃

In　the　silence　that　followed；　she　raised　her　eyes。　Mitch　looked　pale。
〃When　did　it　happen？〃　he　asked。

〃Last　January。〃　He　flinched。　It　was　a　while　before　he　said；　〃It's　been
nearly　a　year。　Do　you　date　at　all？〃

〃No。〃

〃You　should。〃

〃Now　look　who's　being　sanctimonious。　When　did　your　wife　die？〃

〃Last　winter。〃　He　held　her　gaze。

〃Do　you　date？〃　It　was　a　foolish　question。　She　knew　it　the　minute　she　saw
the　wry　twist　of　his　mouth。

〃I'm　not　sure　you'd　call　it　dating。　When　I　want　a　woman；　I　get　one。〃　He
took　a　breath；　paused　on　the　verge　of　saying　more；　then　dropped　it。　〃At
any　rate；　I　have　other　obligations。〃

〃Female…related　obligations？〃

He　watched　her　closely。　〃Yes。〃

〃see。〃

〃No；　I　doubt　you　do。　But　maybe　that's　better　for　now。〃

She　didn't　know　what　he　meant；　but　she　wasn't　asking。　She　had　too　much
pride。　Besides；　questions　weren't　part　of　the　deal。　If　she　hadn't　asked
that　last　one；　she　wouldn't　be　feeling　suddenly　low。

Mitch　stirred。　〃Do　me　a　favor？〃　His　eyes　were　softer。　〃Take　those　pins
out　of　your　hair　and　put　a　red　ribbon　in　it。〃

〃I　don't　have　a　red　ribbon。〃

〃Anything　bright　will　do。〃

〃Am　I　that　depressing　to　be　with？〃

He　left　his　seat　then　and　circled　the　table。　〃No；　Annie。　I've　never
found　you　depressing。〃　He　began　removing　the　hairpins　and　didn't　stop
until　he　had　her　hair　spread　over　her　shoulders。　Then　he　hunkered　down
so　that　he　was　closer　to　eye　level。　〃But　I　think　you　overdo　the
starkness。　You　don't　have　to　punish　yourself　for　your　husband's　death。
Losing　him　is　ample　punishment　all　by　itself。〃

She　had　to　hand　it　to　him。　He　was　perceptive　enough；　but　she　assumed
that　he　spoke　from　experience。　So　what　was　his　punishment？　His　arm？

Those　other　obligations　he　mentioned？

But　he　didn't　appear　to　be　thinking　of　other　obligations　just　then。　He
was　fingering　her　hair；　seeming　entranced　by　its　sheen。　〃You　look　so
pretty　with　your　hair　down；　Anne。〃

When　his　eyes　rose；　her　stomach　flipped　over。　They　could　talk　all　they
wanted　about　not　being　ready　for　this；　but　when　they　were　close；　it　just
happened。　His　eyes　fell　to　her　lips。　He　rubbed　them　with　a　thumb；　then
leaned　forward　and　touched　them　with　his　tongue。　The　tip　of　his　tongue。
'tracing　her　mouth　from　corner　to　corner　with　devastating　leisure。

Anne　liked　what　he　did。　She　closed　her　eyes　and　sighed；　enjoying　each
small　touch　for　the　pleasure　it　brought。　When　she　began　to　tremble；　she
clutched　Mitch's　shoulders。　They　were　made　for　that；　for　clutching。　They
were　large；　solid；　and　warm。

But　part　of　being　pleasured　was　pleasuring　back。　It　was　instinctive；　and
no　hardship　at　all；　because　she　was　hungry。　What　he　did　satisfied　her
for　only　a　short　time。　She　moved　her　mouth　and　found　more；　moved　her
tongue　and　found　even　more；　and　above　it　all　were　the　throaty　sounds
Mitch　made；　telling　her　that　he　was　getting　hotter。

When　he　murmured；　〃Christ；〃　there　was　awe　in　his　tone。　Incredibly；
though；　he　backed　up。　He　sat　down　hard　on　the　floor；　draped　his　forearms
over　bent　knees；　and　his　forehead　on　his　wrists。　〃Christ；　〃　he
whispered；　then　raised　his　head。　His　eyes　were　filled　with　amusement　and
sex。

It　was　a　minute　before　the　sex　part　faded。　Then　he　threw　back　his　head；
dragged　in　a　long　breath；　and　hauled　himself　to　his　feel。　From　a　safe
distance；　he　said；　〃About　your　hair。　You'll　need　to　wear　something　red
or　orange　if　you're　going　to　hike　with　me　tomorrow　morning。　It's
deer…hunting　season。〃

They　spent　the　better　part　of　the　next　morning　in　the　woods。　It　was
cold；　but　Mitch　kept　her　moving；　leading　her　over　trails　she　had　never
explored；　through　gullies　she　had　never　seen。　A　red　wool　cap　kept　her
head　warm；　mittens　warmed　her　hands。

With　the　trees　bare　of　leaves；　vistas　were　open　as　they　hadn't　been　in
September。　Mitch　led　her　from　hilltop　to　hilltop；　one　view　more
far…reaching　than　the　next。　The　land　was　quiet。　Forest　creatures　were
hidden　away。　The　doe　that　had　stood　on　her　hind　legs　to　chomp　on　a　crisp
apple　now　hid　from　the　hunter。　Chipmunks　and　squirrels　were　burrowed　in
their　dens。　There　was　the　rustle　of　evergreen　boughs　in　the　wind；　the
icy　gurgle　of　the　brook　as　it　charged　downstream；　the　crunch　of　their
boots　on　the　near…frozen　ground。

Anne's　cheeks　were　as　red　as　her　cap　when　they　returned；　tired　but
exhilarated；　and　it　was　a　harbinger　of　the　days　ahead。　They　settled　into
the　fort　of　easy　panionship；　sharing　not　only　meals；　but　most
every　other　time　of　the　day。　Mitch　read　when　Anne　did；　his　eye
occasionally　catching　hers。　They　played　backgammon　in　front　of　the　fire；
and　worked　together　on　a　jigsaw　puzzle。　The　weather　held；　offering
pleasant　days　with　clear　skies；　and　an　invigorating　chill　to　the　night。
They　walked　together　and　worked　together；　Anne　on　her　translating；　Mitch
on　papers　dug　from　an　overstuffed　briefcase。　They　lived　in　the　here　and
now；　avoiding　talk　of　the　city　like　the　plague。

All　too　soon；　Anne　loaded　up　her　car　for　the　return　trip　to　New　York。
Slinging　an　arm　across　her　shoulder；　Mitch　walked　her　from　the　house　a
final　time。　The　silence　had　been　heavier　that　morning　than　at　any　other
point　in　the　week。　Anne　knew　its　cause。

〃Will　you　be　spending　Thanksgiving　with　your　family？〃　he　asked　quietly。

〃Yes。〃　She　took　in　his　handsome　features；　studying；　memorizing。　〃And
you？〃

〃The　same。〃　He　held　her　just　a　little　closer。　〃Plans　for　New　Year's
Eve？〃

They　had　reached　the　car。　She　faced　him；　smiling　sadly。　〃Funny。　I　used
to　worry　about　New　Year's　Eve。　Would　I　have　a　date？　Would　I　not？　Would
he　be　tall；　dark；　and　handsome？　Now　it　doesn't　seem　to　matter。〃　She
sighed。　〃No；　I　don't　have　a　date。　I　may　just　plant　myself　on　my　sofa
with　a　bottle　of　Chablis　and　a　book。〃

〃Why　not　do　it　here？〃　His　eyes　were　deep　green；　the　color　of　saying
something　important。

Her　pulse　raced。　〃What？〃

〃Spend　New　Year's　Eve　here。〃

〃Will　you？〃　she　asked　without　premeditation。　He　pulled　her　close；　into
the　warmth　of　his　sheepskin　jacket。　〃Yes。〃

〃What　about　your　other　obligations？〃　Unpremeditated　also；　but　the　answer
mattered。

Mitch　was　a　minute　in　answering。　〃She　goes　to　bed　too　early　for　my
tastes；　certainly　too　early　to　make　it　to　midnight。　No；〃　he　grinned；
〃she　wouldn't　be　much　fun　on　New　Year's　Eve。　Besides；　she's　not　a　fan　of
Chablis。〃

Anne　didn't　know　what　to　say　to　that；　but　his　good　humor　was　infectious。
She　relaxed　in　his　arms　and　rested　her　hands　on　his　chest。

〃How　about　it？〃　he　coaxed　softly。　〃New　Year's　Eve　here？〃

〃I　don't　know；　Mitch。　This　thing　is　so　bizarre。〃

〃Are　you　afraid？〃　His　hands　drew　light　circles　on　her　back。

〃A　little。〃

〃Of　me？〃

She　was　acutely　aware　of　the　swell　of　his　broad　chest　beneath　her　palms。
〃No。〃　She　eyed　the　ribbed　pattern　of　his　sweater；　and　whispered；　〃Of
me。〃

〃You　have　nothing　to　fear；　Annie；〃　he　assured　her　gently。　He　took　her
chin　with　his　fingers　and　tipped　up　her　face。　It　was　the　closest
physically　that　they'd　been　since　that　first　day。　〃I　know　what　my　own
needs　are　right　now；　and　they　don't　include　making　things　harder　for
you。　By　helping　you　through　New　Year's；　I　may　just　help　myself；　so
there's　a　selfish　motive　involved。〃

She　nearly　drowned　in　the　deep；　deep　green　of　his　eyes。

〃So；　what　do　you　say？〃　he　asked。

〃I　say　this　is　starting　to　sound　like　a　Neil　Simon　script。〃　She　wanted
reassurance　that　meeting　again　was　right。　She　wanted　him　to　say；　There's
reason　why　that　script　made　millions　for　the　guy；　it's　a　damned　good
plot；　it　makes　a　whole　lot　of　sense。

But　Mitch　only　shrugged。　Dropping　his　arms；　he　moved　back。　〃It's　your
choice。　I'll　be　here　anyway。〃

She　hated　the　sudden　sound　of　indifference；　but　it　made　it　easier　to
leave。　When　he　opened　the　door；　she　slipped　behind　the　wheel。

〃Drive　carefully；〃　he　said。

〃I　will。〃　Backing　the　car　around；　she　straightened　the　wheel。　She　gave
Mitch　a　last；　longing　glance　before　putting　a　foot　on　the　gas。　The　car
had　barely　moved　forward　when　his　voice　echoed　in　the　winter　wood。

〃Hey；　wait！〃

She　braked。　His　long…legged　gait　quickly　brought　him　alongside　the　car。
His　breath　misted　the　air　when　he　leaned　into　the　window。