just playing the script.”
“That’s an interesting way to look at things,” she said, voicing her thoughts out loud. “I suppose that I choose to look at things optimistically. Maybe I shouldn’t.”
“Considering your circumstances, it’s great that you possess such a high level of optimism and belief,” Frank acknowledged, standing. “From what little Jarrod has told me, it sounds like you’ve been through quite a lot. I know that it hasn’t been easy, not having your memory.”
“I’ve learned to cope with what’s happened. More than that, I appreciate the things that I do have in my life. I’m not about to take it for granted.”
“I hear you on that,” Frank nodded. “For what it’s worth, waiting is always the hardest. But, don’t worry. Jarrod will be here.”
Once more, she fought back her fear. “I pray that you’re right.”
Sighing, turning away, she faced the window again.
Dense, heavy, the woods surrounded the whole area and seemed to stretch for miles. The road that they’d taken earlier, apparently, was the only entrance into the woody abyss.
As the rain fell harder, the deep thunder rolled in, seeming to shake the old shack off its foundation. In drenching sheets, the rain poured from the sky, and she could barely make out the lone road that stretched between the massive-size trees.
A beam of headlights fell on the road.
As she turned towards Frank, both anxiety and hope hit her. “Someone’s coming!”
Frank leapt from the couch and killed the light quickly. Then, he hurried to the window to stand alongside her. “We have to make sure that it’s him.”
The dark red Lamborghini crept along the dirt road, and as it did, the hard sheets of rain formed a thick misty sheen around it.
Dear God, please let it be him , she prayed silently, holding her breath.
A peal of lightning illuminated the dark heavens, but still, it was difficult to make out the car’s occupant as it neared the shack.
The Lamborghini came to a stop at the shack’s porch, parking alongside the maroon-colored SUV that they’d arrived in earlier. As Jarrod climbed out from behind the wheel, she released a relieved breath. “It’s him,” she said, not able to contain her excitement. “It’s Jarrod.”
“Well, now you can lay your fears to rest,” Frank muttered, giving her a knowing smile. “Your man is safe here with you.”
“And thank you for listening and being my sounding board,” she said gratefully, giving him a fast hug. “Because of you, I’m safe and out of immediate danger.”
She watched through the window as Jarrod took the short steps onto the porch. He was still dressed in the tuxedo wear minus the jacket and tie. Mid-chest, the white shirt stood open, giving him an even more manly appeal. As always, he was a marvelous sight to behold, she blushed, feeling her heartbeat quicken.
Unable to contain her joy and excitement any longer, she rushed to the door. He’d barely opened it before she hurled herself into his arms. “Jarrod!”
“Hey, you,” Jarrod murmured, catching her easily, and somehow managed to shut the door. Holding her close, he smiled against the top of her head. “I’m happy to see you, too.”
“Thank God, you’re here,” she said, clinging to him, and refused to let him go. Closing her eyes, she tightened her hold. “I was so scared.”
“I’m sorry about earlier, and I didn’t mean to worry you. But, things had to be done.” His warm breath teased her soft tresses as he addressed Frank. “Man, I owe you one. Thanks for taking care of her.”
She heard Frank’s footsteps as he crossed the room.
“No problem, man, anytime,” Frank chimed, clapping him on the back. “When it’s time to level up with the next stage in the
“That’s an interesting way to look at things,” she said, voicing her thoughts out loud. “I suppose that I choose to look at things optimistically. Maybe I shouldn’t.”
“Considering your circumstances, it’s great that you possess such a high level of optimism and belief,” Frank acknowledged, standing. “From what little Jarrod has told me, it sounds like you’ve been through quite a lot. I know that it hasn’t been easy, not having your memory.”
“I’ve learned to cope with what’s happened. More than that, I appreciate the things that I do have in my life. I’m not about to take it for granted.”
“I hear you on that,” Frank nodded. “For what it’s worth, waiting is always the hardest. But, don’t worry. Jarrod will be here.”
Once more, she fought back her fear. “I pray that you’re right.”
Sighing, turning away, she faced the window again.
Dense, heavy, the woods surrounded the whole area and seemed to stretch for miles. The road that they’d taken earlier, apparently, was the only entrance into the woody abyss.
As the rain fell harder, the deep thunder rolled in, seeming to shake the old shack off its foundation. In drenching sheets, the rain poured from the sky, and she could barely make out the lone road that stretched between the massive-size trees.
A beam of headlights fell on the road.
As she turned towards Frank, both anxiety and hope hit her. “Someone’s coming!”
Frank leapt from the couch and killed the light quickly. Then, he hurried to the window to stand alongside her. “We have to make sure that it’s him.”
The dark red Lamborghini crept along the dirt road, and as it did, the hard sheets of rain formed a thick misty sheen around it.
Dear God, please let it be him , she prayed silently, holding her breath.
A peal of lightning illuminated the dark heavens, but still, it was difficult to make out the car’s occupant as it neared the shack.
The Lamborghini came to a stop at the shack’s porch, parking alongside the maroon-colored SUV that they’d arrived in earlier. As Jarrod climbed out from behind the wheel, she released a relieved breath. “It’s him,” she said, not able to contain her excitement. “It’s Jarrod.”
“Well, now you can lay your fears to rest,” Frank muttered, giving her a knowing smile. “Your man is safe here with you.”
“And thank you for listening and being my sounding board,” she said gratefully, giving him a fast hug. “Because of you, I’m safe and out of immediate danger.”
She watched through the window as Jarrod took the short steps onto the porch. He was still dressed in the tuxedo wear minus the jacket and tie. Mid-chest, the white shirt stood open, giving him an even more manly appeal. As always, he was a marvelous sight to behold, she blushed, feeling her heartbeat quicken.
Unable to contain her joy and excitement any longer, she rushed to the door. He’d barely opened it before she hurled herself into his arms. “Jarrod!”
“Hey, you,” Jarrod murmured, catching her easily, and somehow managed to shut the door. Holding her close, he smiled against the top of her head. “I’m happy to see you, too.”
“Thank God, you’re here,” she said, clinging to him, and refused to let him go. Closing her eyes, she tightened her hold. “I was so scared.”
“I’m sorry about earlier, and I didn’t mean to worry you. But, things had to be done.” His warm breath teased her soft tresses as he addressed Frank. “Man, I owe you one. Thanks for taking care of her.”
She heard Frank’s footsteps as he crossed the room.
“No problem, man, anytime,” Frank chimed, clapping him on the back. “When it’s time to level up with the next stage in the
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