Sapphire and Shadow (A Woman's Life) (39 page)

Johanna smiled sadly, turning around. “About the crackerjack prize,” she echoed, tugging at a strand of her daughter’s hair. “How d’you get to be so smart?”

“I got it from my mother,” Jocelyn answered off-handedly as she pulled her suitcase further into the room. Then she looked over her shoulder at Johanna and grinned broadly.

Johanna laughed. “Go, get settled in.”

“How about you?” Jocelyn asked.

“I’m going out behind the house.”

The back of the house faced a wooded area. The first fifty feet constituted her father’s backyard, the rest belonged to Connecticut, but she and her sisters had always thought of it as permanently on loan to them. They had played many games of hide-and-seek, had breathtaking adventures and had shared long, lazy summer days there.

The weather
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beaten swing still hung from a branch of the old sycamore tree. She felt a pang when she saw it. She used to sit and swing for hours, daydreaming. The distance from those days to now was almost insurmountable. And yet it could be crossed by just a few steps. If only she could take them, dare to take them.

Johanna went to the swing to sit, to remember, to look for an answer.

Most of all, to look for peace.

Life had been so much simpler when she used to swing here, she thought, gingerly dropping her weight onto the wooden board. It creaked and groaned, but held. She wrapped her hands around the rough hemp that tied the swing to the tree. The cold air made her cheeks red and nipped at her hands, but she refused to put her gloves on. She wanted to feel things, at least these things.

Other things, she was afraid to feel. She knew it and was ashamed. Joshua would make a wonderful father for Jocelyn. The girl was so taken with him. And in her heart, Johanna felt—no, knew—that he wouldn’t fail her, wouldn’t fail either one of them, not the way Harry had.

And yet. . . .

And yet, she couldn’t make herself take that long, frightening final step. What if it all went sour again?

From the recesses of her mind, an image of the Foggertys came to her, old, stooped, still holding hands. Still living and in love. Sometimes things worked. Sometimes, she thought, a kernel of hope beginning to form, love did win out and stay.

Johanna leaned her head against one of the ropes of the swing and let out a soft sigh.

“If you wanted to swing, there was a park not far from the gallery.”

She jumped to her feet as she swung around. “Joshua! How did you get here?” How could he have gotten here so fast?

“By driving like a bat out of hell for the last two hours. I’ve had two hours to get over being angry.” He took a measured step toward her. “Two hours isn’t enough.”

She looked at the ground, unable to meet the accusation in his eyes. “What are you doing here?”

Joshua crossed the sloped distance that separated them. He had been watching her for a few minutes. “I could ask you the same thing. You were supposed to come into work today.”

Overhead she heard geese calling to one another, flying in formation. They were late, she thought. But determined. “I called Kathy.”

He came and stood next to her. The swing separated them. It wasn’t the only thing. “She told me.”

The formation faded to a speck in the sky, their sound fading with them. She looked into his face, seeing things that made her feel guilty. “But I didn’t tell her where I was going. How did you—?”

“I have a great ally in your sister. She thought you might be here.” He took hold of one of the ropes. It was either that, or touch her. And this last bit of distance she had to cross herself. He had come as far as he could. The rest was up to her. “She also thinks you should have your head examined for passing me up. Modesty not withstanding, so do I.”

“Joshua, I don’t know—“

“Yes, you do know and that’s what frightened the hell out of you.” He wound his fingers around the cords. “Do you honestly think I’d force you to do something against your will?”

“No.”

“You love me,” he said, his voice softening. “I’ve seen it in your eyes, felt it in your kiss. Why won’t you marry me?”

“I don’t want to ruin it.” The excuse sounded so feeble. But it was also true. What she had with Joshua was precious, but it was the “before” stage. Marriage changed people, changed promises. She didn’t want him to change. She thought of the Foggertys again and felt torn.

“That’s a bad joke, Johanna.”

“My marriage was a bad joke.”

“And are you trying to tell me that on the basis of that one mistake, you’re ready to rule out love from your life forever?”

“It’s not that simple,” she argued, but even as she did, something within her was gaining strength, rising up against her and uniting with Joshua.

“It is that simple. I’m not offering you paradise or a perfect world, but I damn well know that I can love you a hell of a lot better than that neurotic, cocaine-snorting freak.”

“He wasn’t always that way.” But in her heart, she knew Joshua was right.

“No, but he was weak. He was always weak.”

“I—“

“If he wasn’t, he wouldn’t have given in so quickly. And he’d have never let you go.”

Joshua deserved the truth. “He didn’t know I was divorcing him.”

She tried to turn away, but he wouldn’t let her. She was through turning from him, he thought, taking hold of her shoulders. “I’m not talking about the divorce. I’m talking about years before. He let go of something precious, of your love, because of his lust for acclaim. Well, I don’t need anyone telling me I’m great. I’m happy with what and who I am. There’s only one thing missing in my life.” Johanna opened her eyes wide, waiting. “You,” he whispered.

Her resistance was dissipating, crumbling to dust. And subconsciously, she was glad. Without realizing it, she pulled the swing aside and stepped forward. “Oh Joshua, I want so much—“

“Then do it, Johanna. Do it. For me. For Jocelyn. For us.” He took her into his arms. “I promised you I’d never hurt you and I won’t. But damn it, I can’t let you out of my life twice, Johanna. It’s not fair. You can’t do that to me.”

She turned her face up to his. “You love me.” It was as simple as that.

“No, I collect women whose first initial matches mine. Yes, I love you, you idiot. I’ve loved you from the first moment I saw you. And, though I tried to bury you after you left, to forget you ever existed, I’ve loved you all these years. That’s why there’s never been any other woman who mattered in my life. None of them were ever you.” He threaded his fingers through her hair and framed her face. “Marry me, Johanna. Marry me and you’ll never regret it. At least not for the first hundred years. After that, we’ll see.”

She’d been a fool, running all this time from the past. The scars she bore would only heal if she let them. That meant not picking at them, not remembering. And she knew Joshua could make her forget. He was already doing it. “You do make me laugh.”

“Not all the time, I hope.” His lips were so close to hers she could taste them, but he didn’t kiss her. He waited.

She thought of the last time he had made love to her. Too long. It was too long ago. Suddenly, she ached for him with such fierceness, she was afraid she couldn’t control it. “No, not all the time.”

The low, whispered reply told him everything he needed to know. “Then you’ll marry me?” Before she could answer, he kissed her, long and hard until they were both breathless and desperate for air, desperate for each other.

She dug her fingers into the soft leather of the jacket he wore, leaving imprints. “Do I have a choice?”

He grinned, then nuzzled her throat. He felt her pulse leap up. For him. Only for him. “Yes. But it doesn’t count if it’s the wrong one.”

She pretended to sigh, then laughed, feeling free, really free. It was as if everything that had hurt had been suddenly washed away, as if it hadn’t existed. It mystified her, but she wouldn’t examine it. She had been examining life far too long and not living it to the fullest. That was going to stop as of this moment. “Then I guess there’s no use fighting it.”

“Nope,” he teased her lips with his own, bending her body into his, “none at all.”

The sun came out just before he kissed her again, bathing them both in its light. Johanna snatched up the covenant and held on with both hands.

This time, she knew, it would be forever.

Marie Ferrarella

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