“I heard a crash. I heard my mother crying. I ran into the kitchen.”
“Was she okay?”
“She was kneeling on the floor. He was standing over her, shouting. I hit him with my fists. I shouted back. He shoved me and went to the front door. My mother crawled after him, begging him not to leave.”
Gabriel’s eyes glinted coldly, anger distorting his handsome features.
“Fucking bastard,” he spat.
“Sweetheart,” Julia murmured. She slid her hand across the sheet, making contact with his hip.
“I hate him. He’s been dead for years and still, if I knew where his grave was, I’d piss on it.”
Julia pressed her palm into his hip.
“I’m sorry.”
When he didn’t respond, she stroked his skin softly, an act that was meant to be soothing.
“He hit her. It was bad enough that he seduced her and abandoned us. But the ass**le hit her.”
“Gabriel,” she whispered. “It was only a dream.”
He shook his head, still staring off into space.
“I don’t think so.”
Julia stilled. “You think it was real?”
Gabriel covered his eyes, pressing his fingers into the sockets. “I don’t think that was the first time they fought. Or the first time I intervened.”
“How old were you?”
“Young. Five or six. I don’t know.”
“You were a brave boy, defending your mother.”
Gabriel dropped his hands into his lap.
“It didn’t do any good. He broke her. Can you imagine crawling after a man who hit you? In front of your son?”
“She must have loved him.”
“Don’t make excuses,” he snapped.
“Gabriel, look at me.” Her tone was gentle.
He turned in her direction, his eyes blazing fire.
“I stayed with Simon,” she remarked quietly.
Gabriel blinked, and slowly the fire in his eyes began to diminish.
“I didn’t know your mother. But I know how messed up my head was when I was with Simon.”
“That was different. You were young.”
“I can’t imagine your mother was very old when she had you. How old was she?”
“I don’t know,” he ground out.
“She thought she loved him. She had a child with him.”
“He was married.”
Julia fidgeted with the sheet that covered her. “We can’t change our pasts. All we can change is the future.”
“I’m sorry I woke you.” Gabriel pressed a kiss against her hair.
“You didn’t.”
He pulled back so he could see her face. “Oh, really?”
“I had a female problem to attend to.”
After a moment, realization passed over his features. “Oh. Are you feeling all right?”
“I’m not feeling my best but it will pass.”
“I thought you seemed a little sensitive earlier.” He ghosted a hand over her br**sts.
She grabbed his hand, stilling it.
“I’m sorry about your nightmare.”
He moved away, turning the light off. Then he slipped under the sheet next to her.
She could hear him bring his teeth together, clenching his jaw.
“Do you really think it’s a memory and not just a nightmare?”
“Sometimes I can’t tell,” he admitted.
“Has it happened before?”
“On occasion. It’s been a while.”
“You never said anything.”
“It isn’t something I like to discuss, Julianne. My memories of my childhood are vague at best. And what I remember, I try to forget.”
“Have you told Dr. Townsend about them?”
“Briefly, yes.” He touched Julia absently, floating his fingertips over her back. “I know very little about my parents.”
“I can understand your anger at your parents. But it isn’t a healthy thing to hold on to.”
“I know that.” He stopped touching her and rolled to his side, facing her. “There might be terrible skeletons in my family’s closet. Could you love me in spite of them?”
“I’d never love you in spite of anything, Gabriel. I just love you.”
He captured her mouth, but only for an instant. They relaxed into the bed, spooning under the covers.
Just as she was about to drift into sleep, Gabriel’s voice sounded in her ear.
“Thank you.”
The next morning, Julia was sunning herself by the pool before it grew too warm. She wore a large sun hat and a very small blue bikini. Gabriel had persuaded her to purchase the bikini during their trip to Belize before they were married. She had had few occasions to wear it.
She thought back to the previous evening and Gabriel’s nightmare. It had disturbed them both. She couldn’t help but envision what he’d described—his mother on the floor, crawling after the man who fathered her child and abandoned her. Perhaps that image, fictional or otherwise, was part of what generated Gabriel’s intense antipathy to the sight of Julia on her knees. Even now, several months into their marriage, that was one position he couldn’t countenance.
Perhaps it’s because of Paulina.
Julia winced. She didn’t like thinking of Gabriel’s former lover and the mother of the child they’d lost. But unless Gabriel was hiding something, he hadn’t heard from her in over a year.