Renewing Lost Love
the guys have one. I think I heard them say Pinky got his
because of the beautiful shade of pink he turns in the sun.”
    Laughing I nod as I respond, “Oh that makes
sense! Well, I guess I’m as ready as I’ll ever be. I’m really
scared though.”
    Melanie says, “I have an idea, why don’t we
leave and I’ll send Pinky in here so you guys can get past your
initial meeting in private.”
    I nod again, “Thank you Melanie. I would
appreciate that.”
    When the women leave I walk back to the
window, pull back the drapes, and look out into the darkening sky.
I am scared to death, my heart pounding with dread so I pray, please God, give me strength when he turns
away from me.
    Pinky’s heart is pounding with apprehension.
This will be the first time in fifteen years he’s looked into
Jasmine’s eyes. Does she still care about him? Is she happy that
they grabbed her off of the side of the road in Montana? Will she
forgive him for not looking for her when she first disappeared
fifteen years ago? Taking a deep breath, he enters the room, softly
closing the door behind him.
    I hear the soft click of the door as Keith
closes it behind him. He says from across the room, “Jasmine?”
    His voice pours over me like warm caramel
over ice cream warming my soul. I am standing at the window, my
back to him, visibly shaking. My heart is pounding with
trepidation.
    “Oh Keith, how can I ever thank you for
rescuing me from James Bixby? How did you even know I was alive or
where to find me? I have so many questions!”
    He walks across the room to stand behind me
placing his hands on my shoulders and says softly, “Jasmine, please
don’t try to hide, turn around and look at me.”
    When Keith places his hands on my shoulders,
I take a deep breath savoring the feel of his hands against me and
imprinting the feel on my mind to relive later when I am alone.
    When I hesitate to turn around, Keith gently
grasps my arm and slowly turns me to face him. I know he can feel
me shaking. I keep my head down looking at the floor in shame, my
hair forming a veil around my face. So he puts his fingers under my
chin and lifts my face to his. Gazing lovingly into my eyes he sees
my shame and my fear.
    “Jasmine, don’t you know that I love you, not
because of your physical beauty, but because of what is in your
heart?”
    When I look into his warm green eyes I see
the love emanating from their depths. With tears silently sliding
from the corners of my eyes, I ask, “You do? You don’t think I’m
ugly?”
    Pinky smiles warmly, “I think you are the
most beautiful woman in the world.” He lowers his head and gently
brushes his lips against mine. Then he says, “Here, let’s dry your
eyes before you mess up your gorgeous face and that fantastic
makeup.” He gently pats my face dry with a clean handkerchief from
his pocket. When he finishes, he gazes deeply into my eyes, brushes
his lips against mine again and says, “Jasmine, I have never for
one second stopped loving you. I will love you forever.”
    Gazing into his warm green eyes, I whisper,
“Oh Keith, I love you too.”
    Pinky wraps me in his arms and pulls me close
against his body, breathing in my unique scent, savoring the
moment. The warm glow of happiness flows through him. He is happier
at this moment than he has been in over fifteen years.
    I savor the feel of Keith’s arms as he wraps
them around me and pulls me close. I feel so safe, a feeling I
haven’t felt in fifteen years.
    He allows himself to soak in the pleasure of
the moment then squeezing me gently he says, “Come on, it’s time
for you to meet my friends.” He takes my hand in his and leads me
from the bedroom to the great room where the Rock Springs Ranch
extended family is waiting.

CHAPTER 6
    When we enter the great room I am amazed at
the large number of people standing in groups around the huge room.
My heart is beating a staccato rhythm and I cling tightly to
Keith’s hand seeking his strength. Pinky

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