you,” the voice on the other line grumbled.
“New York. Some coffee house,” she answered quietly.
“Why? And why didn’t you call me? You were supposed to come straight here. I was getting worried,” he fumed.
“I did come straight there, and then I left. Look, I feel stupid enough, so no comment, no need to make me feel more pathetic than I already do. I left. I looked in and left. I’m sorry, but I need to know more before I make some bad impression on your parents. It’s important to me if we have any chance at all of making this work. Claim my plane was delayed or something. I can meet you at your place once you get home.” she filled him in, angry at herself, now, once she had to explain her actions.
Fearless. She’d always been. They were just people. They could take her or leave her, but James had become important to her in a very short time and she didn't want to make his life harder. She wanted to make it better. Ridiculous. She felt like a schoolgirl afraid of the in crowd.
“No, I shouldn’t have asked you to come here. I’ll come get you. You are far more important to me than making a good show at this party. My fault. I wanted to show you off. But we need time to ourselves first. I’ll make an excuse and be on my way. Where are you at?”
“No idea. Let me just catch a cab to your place. Stay a bit longer. I’m sure I can order another cup of coffee and kill another hour here. We will see each other soon enough, and for long enough, you may just get sick of me.” She forced out a curt laugh, her heart thumping in her chest from the mere thoughts of the future.
“I’ll cut out, tell her I just can’t handle the wait now that you have been delayed, and just disappear. I’ve been here a few hours already. They can go on to their friends about how cute it is how in love I am. It works for us all. Meet me one hour from now. You are just a cab ride from my apartment in the city, wherever you are. Text me when you get into the cab, okay?” he said, sounding breathless.
It reminded her of their times together, him breathing hard after making love or being more adventurous in bed.
“I can’t wait to sleep in your arms tonight, knowing I have nowhere to go, nowhere to be but with you.” She sighed.
“Me, either. A whole Sunday together too, then you’ll be there every day when I get home. I can’t believe the time is finally here. I love you, Sam. See you soon.”
Chapter Eight
She’d not waited more than a half an hour before her phone jangled with the sound of an incoming text.
I’m home. Text when you get here so I can help you up with your bags , it read.
On way. Just leave door unlocked, if that’s done in this city, and I can manage , she’d responded.
She’d had this silly daydream of walking in on him, in mid whatever he was doing. She wanted some glimpse at his life without her, in some natural state. Not analyzing this whim, she felt determined to make that a reality. Besides, after earlier, she was now back to feeling invincible again. She could carry her bags and come to the big, bad city to live with her new boyfriend. A guy she’d only been with a few times, but still, he was her once in a lifetime chance at love. She knew this in her bones. In the way her blood flowed just thinking about him.
Fine. I’ll leave instructions with the doorman to let you up. Can’t wait to see you! He texted back.
Can’t wait to be in your big strong arms , she texted in return, and then got on her way, suddenly breathless, exhilarated, to see him.
Winded, now, at his door, she nudged it open quietly to see him across a large room, sitting with his back against a wall beside an open sliding glass door that overlooked central park. What an image he made. He sat, one leg bent, one leg stretched out, with an obedient dog, a large shepherd, waging his tail beside him. In dress clothes, tie hanging loose, upper buttons undone, and shoeless with his big feet,
“New York. Some coffee house,” she answered quietly.
“Why? And why didn’t you call me? You were supposed to come straight here. I was getting worried,” he fumed.
“I did come straight there, and then I left. Look, I feel stupid enough, so no comment, no need to make me feel more pathetic than I already do. I left. I looked in and left. I’m sorry, but I need to know more before I make some bad impression on your parents. It’s important to me if we have any chance at all of making this work. Claim my plane was delayed or something. I can meet you at your place once you get home.” she filled him in, angry at herself, now, once she had to explain her actions.
Fearless. She’d always been. They were just people. They could take her or leave her, but James had become important to her in a very short time and she didn't want to make his life harder. She wanted to make it better. Ridiculous. She felt like a schoolgirl afraid of the in crowd.
“No, I shouldn’t have asked you to come here. I’ll come get you. You are far more important to me than making a good show at this party. My fault. I wanted to show you off. But we need time to ourselves first. I’ll make an excuse and be on my way. Where are you at?”
“No idea. Let me just catch a cab to your place. Stay a bit longer. I’m sure I can order another cup of coffee and kill another hour here. We will see each other soon enough, and for long enough, you may just get sick of me.” She forced out a curt laugh, her heart thumping in her chest from the mere thoughts of the future.
“I’ll cut out, tell her I just can’t handle the wait now that you have been delayed, and just disappear. I’ve been here a few hours already. They can go on to their friends about how cute it is how in love I am. It works for us all. Meet me one hour from now. You are just a cab ride from my apartment in the city, wherever you are. Text me when you get into the cab, okay?” he said, sounding breathless.
It reminded her of their times together, him breathing hard after making love or being more adventurous in bed.
“I can’t wait to sleep in your arms tonight, knowing I have nowhere to go, nowhere to be but with you.” She sighed.
“Me, either. A whole Sunday together too, then you’ll be there every day when I get home. I can’t believe the time is finally here. I love you, Sam. See you soon.”
Chapter Eight
She’d not waited more than a half an hour before her phone jangled with the sound of an incoming text.
I’m home. Text when you get here so I can help you up with your bags , it read.
On way. Just leave door unlocked, if that’s done in this city, and I can manage , she’d responded.
She’d had this silly daydream of walking in on him, in mid whatever he was doing. She wanted some glimpse at his life without her, in some natural state. Not analyzing this whim, she felt determined to make that a reality. Besides, after earlier, she was now back to feeling invincible again. She could carry her bags and come to the big, bad city to live with her new boyfriend. A guy she’d only been with a few times, but still, he was her once in a lifetime chance at love. She knew this in her bones. In the way her blood flowed just thinking about him.
Fine. I’ll leave instructions with the doorman to let you up. Can’t wait to see you! He texted back.
Can’t wait to be in your big strong arms , she texted in return, and then got on her way, suddenly breathless, exhilarated, to see him.
Winded, now, at his door, she nudged it open quietly to see him across a large room, sitting with his back against a wall beside an open sliding glass door that overlooked central park. What an image he made. He sat, one leg bent, one leg stretched out, with an obedient dog, a large shepherd, waging his tail beside him. In dress clothes, tie hanging loose, upper buttons undone, and shoeless with his big feet,
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