by myself. Maybe I can borrow a Cessna at the airport in town when I come home and take you for a ride above the lake. We can stop and make love on the shore again, just like on our wedding night.
I hope your dad gets over being pissed off at me and realizes that although I’m in the Air Force, I’m not ever completely going away. Flying has always been in my soul, baby, but you’re in my blood now, too. It doesn’t matter if we’ve got papers or not, you’ll always be my girl. Have sweet dreams thinking about me tonight ‘cause you know I’ll be dreaming about you.
I’ve got your picture here under my pillow. I wish I had your body here, too, so I could run my hands all over you and make you moan and say my name when I give you pleasure.
Love,
Brady
Alison folded the letter and tucked it back inside the envelope, her heart clenching. Flying had always been in his soul, so how could he possibly give it up? And if she’d truly been in his blood, how could he come back and act as if he didn’t care for her anymore?
* * *
Brady finished looking over the bookkeeping, a headache pounding through his brain. His mother was right: the books were a mess. She needed to hire someone to take over the finances right away. Maybe he’d help her find an affordable accountant before he… Before he what? Left town again?
Cursing beneath his breath, Brady poured himself a Scotch and limped to his bedroom, stripped down to his boxers and opened up the balcony doors to let in the fresh night air. Crickets chirped in the woods, a dog howled somewhere in the distance and a breeze stirred the trees, bringing the scent of his mother’s roses. Though ancient trees flanked the backyard of his mother’s house, offering privacy, he looked across the street, over the row of houses to the corner where Alison lived. Vivi had pointed out her apartment when they’d driven into town. It seemed odd that she’d chosen a place so close to his mother’s house. From his two-story balcony, he could actually see a faint light burning from one of her windows. What was she doing? Was she awake? Getting ready for bed?
Did she have company?
Was Emerson touching her, kissing her? Making love to her?
Brady’s hand tightened around the glass as he took a hefty swig, trying to extricate the images from his mind.
Tomorrow he and Alison would meet with her mother to discuss the divorce. Soon Emerson would have free rein, and Brady would have nothing. No legal right to Alison. No right to her at all.
It had to be that way.
He glanced down at his scarred leg, the jagged, puckered skin below his boxers, pink and ugly in the moonlight. Tossing down the rest of the Scotch, he stepped back inside and grabbed his duffel. Unable to help himself, he pulled out the stack of letters Alison had written him over the years. He’d kept them bound with a rubber band and stuffed inside his bag wherever he went.
He thumbed through the stack, recognized the familiar lilac stationery she’d used to write the first letter, then stepped back onto the balcony and read it.
Dear Brady,
I can’t believe you’ve been gone only hours.
I’m already missing you so much I hurt, and I’m so mad at my dad I haven’t spoken to him all night. I wish Hannah and Mimi were here to help me talk some sense into him, to make him realize that I’m not a kid anymore. I’m a grown woman now, your woman, Brady. I love you with all my heart, and I’ll never forget how it felt to have you call me your wife, how it felt to lie naked in your arms and have you make love to me.
I have to admit I was a little scared about being intimate with you at first. You’ve always been so big and strong, and I love that about you, but you were so tender that night. I thought making love would be good, but I’d never imagined it would be so wonderful. I want you again, Brady. I wish you were here right now, and I could peel off this nightgown and feel your lips kissing mine, your
I hope your dad gets over being pissed off at me and realizes that although I’m in the Air Force, I’m not ever completely going away. Flying has always been in my soul, baby, but you’re in my blood now, too. It doesn’t matter if we’ve got papers or not, you’ll always be my girl. Have sweet dreams thinking about me tonight ‘cause you know I’ll be dreaming about you.
I’ve got your picture here under my pillow. I wish I had your body here, too, so I could run my hands all over you and make you moan and say my name when I give you pleasure.
Love,
Brady
Alison folded the letter and tucked it back inside the envelope, her heart clenching. Flying had always been in his soul, so how could he possibly give it up? And if she’d truly been in his blood, how could he come back and act as if he didn’t care for her anymore?
* * *
Brady finished looking over the bookkeeping, a headache pounding through his brain. His mother was right: the books were a mess. She needed to hire someone to take over the finances right away. Maybe he’d help her find an affordable accountant before he… Before he what? Left town again?
Cursing beneath his breath, Brady poured himself a Scotch and limped to his bedroom, stripped down to his boxers and opened up the balcony doors to let in the fresh night air. Crickets chirped in the woods, a dog howled somewhere in the distance and a breeze stirred the trees, bringing the scent of his mother’s roses. Though ancient trees flanked the backyard of his mother’s house, offering privacy, he looked across the street, over the row of houses to the corner where Alison lived. Vivi had pointed out her apartment when they’d driven into town. It seemed odd that she’d chosen a place so close to his mother’s house. From his two-story balcony, he could actually see a faint light burning from one of her windows. What was she doing? Was she awake? Getting ready for bed?
Did she have company?
Was Emerson touching her, kissing her? Making love to her?
Brady’s hand tightened around the glass as he took a hefty swig, trying to extricate the images from his mind.
Tomorrow he and Alison would meet with her mother to discuss the divorce. Soon Emerson would have free rein, and Brady would have nothing. No legal right to Alison. No right to her at all.
It had to be that way.
He glanced down at his scarred leg, the jagged, puckered skin below his boxers, pink and ugly in the moonlight. Tossing down the rest of the Scotch, he stepped back inside and grabbed his duffel. Unable to help himself, he pulled out the stack of letters Alison had written him over the years. He’d kept them bound with a rubber band and stuffed inside his bag wherever he went.
He thumbed through the stack, recognized the familiar lilac stationery she’d used to write the first letter, then stepped back onto the balcony and read it.
Dear Brady,
I can’t believe you’ve been gone only hours.
I’m already missing you so much I hurt, and I’m so mad at my dad I haven’t spoken to him all night. I wish Hannah and Mimi were here to help me talk some sense into him, to make him realize that I’m not a kid anymore. I’m a grown woman now, your woman, Brady. I love you with all my heart, and I’ll never forget how it felt to have you call me your wife, how it felt to lie naked in your arms and have you make love to me.
I have to admit I was a little scared about being intimate with you at first. You’ve always been so big and strong, and I love that about you, but you were so tender that night. I thought making love would be good, but I’d never imagined it would be so wonderful. I want you again, Brady. I wish you were here right now, and I could peel off this nightgown and feel your lips kissing mine, your
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