met his eyes, “I am sorry.”
She started to raise her hand, into some sort of brushing-aside wave he guessed, but then her hand dropped back to her lap. Her head was nodding, more to herself than to him , as if it were important that she get this out. “I knew it was coming, knew I’d get the call any day, and yet…I was devastated. I was just so…devastated.” She watched him, but he got the impression that she had voiced the words more to herself than to him, as if finally coming to that conclusion.
He tried to speak, but what could he say? Besides, the lump in his throat wouldn’t allow any words to form.
Her voice had almost dropped to a whisper. “That’s the first time I’ve ever said that to anyone. That I was devastated. It’s the first time I ever truly admitted it even to myself.” She came out of her thoughts and smiled at him, her voice light once more. “And of course it would have to be to the one who devastated me. Sorry, Finn . Water. Bridges. It was a long time ago. A bad case of teen angst, that’s all.”
Should he tell her again how sorry he was? Should he tell her how he’d regretted his decision the moment after he’d made the call? Should he tell her that he thought about her on his wedding day? And how at the birth of his son, he thought that the woman holding his screaming, wiggling, bundle of a baby should have been her?
Would it matter? D id it matter? He supposed not. And honestly, he had no intention of laying a lot of stuff on her and scaring her off. She was here a short time, and he was going to finally be with her. He’d had enough shitty stuff happen in his life, wasn’t he entitled to a little bit of goodness?
With a sigh and a lets-change-the-subject voice he said, “Are you hungry, Liz? Should I start the grill?”
“No, I’m not that hungry. Let’s wait on dinner.”
“Okay, we can wait, but I am feeding you tonight. We never did end up eating anything that night at the Commodore. I’m starting to think that you don’t eat.”
The force of her bark ed laughter surprised him. Was it laughter, or disbelief...it had a touch of scorn in it?
“I eat. Oh, believe me, I eat.” It was said with force, and disgust.
Oh, one of those. Another one of those crazy diet-conscious women who think they’re too fat when they obviously aren’t. Sure, Liz was no stick, but she had the curves and fullness that becomes a woman. At least it had always been becoming in a woman to Finn . He loved holding a woman’s full hips and ass when he pounded into her.
“Okay , you eat. Though I have yet to see it.”
“Maybe I’m just a cheap date,” she said, the defensiveness gone from her voice, replaced by a light teasing.
“My favorite kind.”
She laughed. That Liz laugh that he loved. He got up and went over to the shelves on the far wall. A boombox was on one shelf, surrounded by a stacks of CDs. “Music?” he asked, although he had already set his beer down and was pawing through the discs.
“Sure, what have you got?” She didn’t move from the couch to join him. Instead, she put her wineglass on the coffee table in front of her, slipped off her sandals and pulled her legs up onto the couch, curling them underneath her, tucking her skirt around her legs.
He watched the graceful movement with the appreciation of a man watching a woman do something so innately female. He turned his back to her and continued to pick through the CDs . “Waylon and Willie,” he said.
“Ugh! Country?” she said, laughing.
Jesus, would he ever tire of hearing that laugh. It was beckoning him to her, like the call of the sirens, so he quickly found the CD he was looking for, loaded it, and returned to the couch, this time sitting closer to her.
As he moved, she berated his taste in music, as she had done on previous occasions when they’d dated. “You’re still in to that stuff? Come on Finn , grow a little,” she teased.
“Hey, country music has become huge, very
She started to raise her hand, into some sort of brushing-aside wave he guessed, but then her hand dropped back to her lap. Her head was nodding, more to herself than to him , as if it were important that she get this out. “I knew it was coming, knew I’d get the call any day, and yet…I was devastated. I was just so…devastated.” She watched him, but he got the impression that she had voiced the words more to herself than to him, as if finally coming to that conclusion.
He tried to speak, but what could he say? Besides, the lump in his throat wouldn’t allow any words to form.
Her voice had almost dropped to a whisper. “That’s the first time I’ve ever said that to anyone. That I was devastated. It’s the first time I ever truly admitted it even to myself.” She came out of her thoughts and smiled at him, her voice light once more. “And of course it would have to be to the one who devastated me. Sorry, Finn . Water. Bridges. It was a long time ago. A bad case of teen angst, that’s all.”
Should he tell her again how sorry he was? Should he tell her how he’d regretted his decision the moment after he’d made the call? Should he tell her that he thought about her on his wedding day? And how at the birth of his son, he thought that the woman holding his screaming, wiggling, bundle of a baby should have been her?
Would it matter? D id it matter? He supposed not. And honestly, he had no intention of laying a lot of stuff on her and scaring her off. She was here a short time, and he was going to finally be with her. He’d had enough shitty stuff happen in his life, wasn’t he entitled to a little bit of goodness?
With a sigh and a lets-change-the-subject voice he said, “Are you hungry, Liz? Should I start the grill?”
“No, I’m not that hungry. Let’s wait on dinner.”
“Okay, we can wait, but I am feeding you tonight. We never did end up eating anything that night at the Commodore. I’m starting to think that you don’t eat.”
The force of her bark ed laughter surprised him. Was it laughter, or disbelief...it had a touch of scorn in it?
“I eat. Oh, believe me, I eat.” It was said with force, and disgust.
Oh, one of those. Another one of those crazy diet-conscious women who think they’re too fat when they obviously aren’t. Sure, Liz was no stick, but she had the curves and fullness that becomes a woman. At least it had always been becoming in a woman to Finn . He loved holding a woman’s full hips and ass when he pounded into her.
“Okay , you eat. Though I have yet to see it.”
“Maybe I’m just a cheap date,” she said, the defensiveness gone from her voice, replaced by a light teasing.
“My favorite kind.”
She laughed. That Liz laugh that he loved. He got up and went over to the shelves on the far wall. A boombox was on one shelf, surrounded by a stacks of CDs. “Music?” he asked, although he had already set his beer down and was pawing through the discs.
“Sure, what have you got?” She didn’t move from the couch to join him. Instead, she put her wineglass on the coffee table in front of her, slipped off her sandals and pulled her legs up onto the couch, curling them underneath her, tucking her skirt around her legs.
He watched the graceful movement with the appreciation of a man watching a woman do something so innately female. He turned his back to her and continued to pick through the CDs . “Waylon and Willie,” he said.
“Ugh! Country?” she said, laughing.
Jesus, would he ever tire of hearing that laugh. It was beckoning him to her, like the call of the sirens, so he quickly found the CD he was looking for, loaded it, and returned to the couch, this time sitting closer to her.
As he moved, she berated his taste in music, as she had done on previous occasions when they’d dated. “You’re still in to that stuff? Come on Finn , grow a little,” she teased.
“Hey, country music has become huge, very
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