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Frustration rose up in Sean as he was completely ignored for the first time in his adult life. He knew that if Charlie would just let him explain, the whole matter could be settled.
Charlotte! Seans voice thundered in frustration, and Charlie jumped before turning to face him.
She looked up into his face with a startled kind of fear, and Sean felt more upset than ever, this time with himself. He had scared her, and that was the last thing he wanted. He suddenly raised an agitated hand to his hair, raking his fingers along his scalp. It took no more than a moment to see that his wife had flinched and was steeling herself for a blow.
Sean became utterly still. With his hand still resting on the top of his head, he saw Charlie realize her mistake and try to cover it. She straightened the front of her blouse and touched the rim of her hat as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
You thought I was going to hit you. Seans voice was strained and filled with pain.
No, I didnt, Charlie lied.
Yes, you did.
No, I didnt, Charlie said, turning away sharply as she spoke. Dont be foolish. But there was no conviction in her tone, and Sean watched as she went back to work on her dresser.
His next actions were those of a man who felt like he was going down for the third time. He would not leave this room until things were settled between them.
He found his hand gently encircling Charlies upper arm as he reached for her. He brought her away from the dresser to stand before him, holding her there with both hands on her arms. Charlie looked up at him for a moment and then lowered her head, her hat hiding her face from Seans view.
Please take your hat off.
Charlie looked up, startled once again, but did as he asked.
Look at me, Charlotte, Sean implored her softly and waited for her to comply.
Charlie had never seen a man look the way Sean looked at that moment. His face was a mask of tender determination, and she hoped he couldnt see the tears she felt gathering behind her eyes.
I want you to listen to me, Charlotte, and listen well. I would never hit you. Do you hear me, Charlotte? Never!
Sean watched her eyes carefully and waited until she nodded ever so slightly. Then without permission he pulled her against his chest. Cuddling her full against him, he settled his hands on her back, one thumb stroking idly along her shoulder blade. When he felt her arms come around his waist, albeit tentatively, he began to talk.