Ever, Sarah (18 page)

“I got my period.” I looked under the sink and found what I needed and afterwards returned to the bedroom.

He was sitting on the edge with the biggest grin I’d ever seen. I almost jumped him—he
was
that hot.

“What’s with the smile?”

“That’s good news. Doctor wasn’t sure you’d be, um, normal again after the fall.”

“You mean to tell me there was a chance I’d never be able to….”

“Yes.”

He hadn’t lost that grin.

“There goes our plan for recreating that sex filled night.”

His grin had disappeared, but his good mood remained.

“Bummer. But we have all the time in the world to recreate that ‘sex filled night’, as you so call it.”

“I guess so. That would explain the edginess I felt all day.”

“Do you feel up to visiting Jim and Maddie? Afterwards, we can go home so you can lie down and get some rest.”

“Sure.”

“I know Maddie has been chomping at the bit to see you.”

“They live here?”

“They’re the caretakers for the property. They have a small cottage about two acres over.”

“Oh.”

“I’ll pack up the car, you take it easy and relax. Why don’t you put on something more comfortable?”

“Sounds like a plan.”

Chapter Fourteen

When we got home from Connecticut late afternoon, the first thing I did was take a shower. I was feeling much better as the hot water from the rain showerhead washed over me, relaxing my aching muscles. It might be like riding a bike, but if you haven’t ridden a bike in a while, those seldom-used muscles got a hell of a workout. I put on a pair of sweat pants and one of Brad’s tee shirts and made my way downstairs.

The smells that wafted up from the kitchen were making me salivate. I inhaled deeply.

“Brad?”

“In the kitchen.”

“Are you responsible for that delicious smell?”

“Guilty.” He popped his head out the doorway. “Although I only heated it up. Terry cooked it.”

“Yum. What is it?”

“Beef Wellington. You love this it’s…” He paused, “never mind.” He laughed, stopping himself short of telling me, yet again, about my favorites.

“Can I help?”

“No. Have a seat. It’ll be ready in about thirty minutes.”

I walked over to the sofa and sat down with my feet under me.

“Which do you want, broccoli or string beans?”

“I’d prefer string beans, but either one would be fine with me.”

“String beans it is.”

The next few days were uneventful. I read or watched TV when Brad worked, especially loving the sunny warm afternoons where I could sit on one of the lounges and read. Those days almost always ended up with me taking a nap.

I missed Jez and told Brad I wanted to go back up to the farm for a few days, as soon as I was up for doing some real riding…aka when the doctor gave me the thumbs up.

If I had to admit to myself, I was a bit bored sitting at home. I wanted to get back to some sort of routine. Of course it would be great to remember what that routine was.

One evening, during the afterglow of our lovemaking, aka great sex, I leaned my back up against his chest, both his arms instantly wrapped around my waist and he lowered his chin to the top of my head.

“Hey, listen, I’ve got to go into the City tomorrow, I have a few things at work that I need to take care off. Why don’t you come with me? I’ll take you into your office and we’ll see if anything there seems familiar to you.”

“I’d like that.” I said, my voice sounding sleepy.

“Afterwards, we can grab some lunch, maybe do some shopping.”

“It’s a date.”

“Right now, you are going to head upstairs to bed and get some rest. I’ll wake you in the morning around eight. We’ll leave nine? Sound okay?”

“It does.” I yawned.

“Upstairs with you.” He laughed assisting me to stand. “I’ll be upstairs soon; I need to send out a few emails.”

“Night.” I turned to face him and planted a light kiss on his full lips. “See you later?”

“I think I’m going to take the guest room tonight. I’ll be working for a few more hours and I don’t want to disturb you.”

“Oh, ok.”

What a strange existence this was.

Walking up the stairs again, I stopped at the top and looked down and watched as he removed his laptop from his briefcase. He plugged it in and walked towards the bar taking an empty glass down from the shelf.

“Hmmm.”

I climbed into bed pulling the covers up to my chin. I was so confused. There were nights where he never left my side, and then there were nights like this, when we just had amazing sex and he chose to sleep in the guest room. I could see if I was acting standoffish, but for crying out loud, I nearly threw myself at him. I lay in bed, twisting and turning for several minutes thinking about our ‘sleeping’ arrangements.

I knew I needed to get my mind off of this topic and think about something else. I suddenly realized that I’d been trying so hard to ‘get on’ with my life that I had basically put off reading any more about my life. So I decided to pull the diary out of the drawer and learn more about me. I reached over and directed the bedside lampshade towards me so that I could see better.

‘Dinner was wonderful and I found out through the course of the night that he was very easy to talk to. Sweet, disarming. He asked me to go out again, so I guess he liked me too! Way to go girl!’

I smiled. I definitely had a somewhat bizarre personality.

‘The next day he took me to lunch, and after work we went out for dinner again. He offered to drive me home. It was so strange; we got into the back of his limo and just sat there. I was wondering if he was going to make the first move, but I could see that he was holding back. For what reason I didn’t have a clue. Most likely afraid to scare me off. Either that or I…Hell. So I acted like quite the trollop, does anyone use that word anymore? Probably not…Anyway, I took the bull by the horns and when the moment struck I turned to him, and pulled his face to mine and kissed him! Just like that…TROLLOP!

I kissed him like there was no tomorrow, and oh my God, he tasted delicious, a cross between and orange and peppermint. It was like kissing candy lips.

I apparently always acted somewhat wantonly when with him. I snickered.

I came right out and told him ‘I’ve been dying to do that all night’ and to my relief he leaned in and kissed me back. By the time he walked me to the door of my apartment, my legs were the consistency of noodles.

I figured I was taking a big chance; it could go one of two ways. Either he could look at me like I was some kind of crazy slut, and just screw my brains out. Or he can just come in, have a drink, maybe play around a bit and…well. I asked him to come in for a nightcap and he accepted.

I was nervous as all hell. I have never invited a man into my place after just a few dates, but there was something about this guy…besides, he had a fucking crazy body that I could easily drool over all night, but he was also sweet and mysterious and gorgeous…Did I mention hot?

Now that he said yes, I prayed I had something in the house he liked to drink. I know I had beer it the fridge and I had a couple of bottles of red wine. I lucked out. It turns out he likes scotch and I just happened to have a brand new bottle of Glen Livet 21 year unopened and sitting in the bar.

I’m getting excited just writing about what happened next.

Needless to say, we didn’t stop at just a kiss. We ended up sleeping together…I always hated that term as there was very little sleep involved. I mean we had sex, on the sofa, the counter top, and we even did it in the bed. I think we used up half the box of condoms I had in my nightstand table. The man has the stamina of a bull!

Holy Moley, I could be quite brazen at times.

This is the best part. The next morning when I woke up, he was gone…but when I woke up I saw that he left a note on top of the pillow he slept on. I picked up the note and read it. 

“I can’t wait to see you again. You look so beautiful and kissable laying there sleeping like an angel, I’m fighting the devil not to wake you, because right now, all I want to do is make love to you. Call me, 212-245-6124.”

You know what I did next, don’t you. Yup! I picked up that pillow and held it up to my nose and took a big sniff. I loved that note. In fact, I loved it so much it’s taped on the last page of you, Dearest Diary.

I quickly flipped the book over and opened the back page, and there, good as her…
my
word, was the note. I taped it there. Genius!

It’s somewhat worn and yellowed. I must have read it a thousand times by the looks of it.

I read it again. And again. And again. And each time I got a chill up my spine. He was a very romantic man. He’s damned near perfect.

My eyes were beginning to close and I shut the book placing it back in the drawer. Smiling.

It’s kind of cool that I’ve got my own personal love story…written by, of all people, ME!

Running. Running. Legs burning. She was running. Trying to get away. She ran into a room and tried to control the rising panic as she searched for a spot to hide.

Quickly hiding behind a rocking chair…

Footsteps approached.

She held her breath.

Her heart pounding so loudly in her chest, she was sure he would hear it.

Just then she looked up.

A man’s face, fuzzy and unclear, was hovering over her laughing at her. He laughed loudly at her attempt to hide.