savored
her, nourished her, and cherished her. He whispered words of love against her
ear and she lay quivering beneath him begging him as she always did for him to
release her from the clawing need taking over her body. With practiced ease, he
led her to the cliff of desire then gently pushed her off.
This time, it was him
draped across her chest, propped up on his elbow to alleviate his weight from
her slight frame. He lay calmly now, slowly rolling a section of her hair
between his fingers.
“I wish we could stay like
this all day,” he murmured.
“I don’t think your son
will allow that,” she replied.
He sighed. “It doesn’t
matter. I have to go into the office anyway.”
“On a
Saturday?”
“I’m afraid so. There are
issues with a couple of developments we have going up. I’m afraid I’ll be
forced to go see them myself. I’m trying to resolve it from here, but it’s
proving to be difficult.”
“What about the engagement
party?”
He leaned forward and
pressed his lips against hers. “Wild horses couldn’t keep me away. I’ll leave
work in time to dress at my place and stop here to pick you up. Okay?”
“Fine. Good thing for you I have another handsome man to keep me
company,” she teased.
His expression turning
serious, he said, “You’re a really good mom, you know.”
She preened underneath his
praise. “I want to be. He’s a remarkable little person.”
“He’s lucky to have you…
I’m lucky to have you,” he said softly.
“Indeed you are and don’t
you forget it,” she teased.
“I won’t,” he promised
solemnly.
Five o’clock found Trinity sitting in the baby’s room nursing both
the baby and a nagging headache. She’d been battling the headache since noon,
but it still persisted. There was nothing more she longed to do than to put the
baby down and bury her head under a pillow while she willed the migraine to go
far, far away. She prayed this headache wouldn’t be like the last one, but it
was brewing, begging to take root, it seemed. She pressed her lips against
Blake’s tiny, dark hair and closed her eyes.
She woke with a jerk and
glanced quickly at the clock. She swore. She’d have to hurry. The nagging
headache still persisted. If the headache didn’t get any worse she thought she
could endure it for a little while anyway. She thought momentarily about
calling Rush and canceling, but couldn’t do that to him. He was trying so very
hard. She’d just have to take a double dose of Tylenol and suck it up. She put
Blake in his crib and rushed to the door when it chimed. She was thankful to
see Anna standing at the door. Rush really did think of everything.
Showering quickly, she blew
her hair dry and rolled it up in hot rollers. She donned the green dress that
was the exact color of Rush’s eyes , her lips twisted as she recalled saying
those words out loud to Sundra . She really did
have it bad. She took her hair down and brushed it quickly. It fell in
cascading waves around her face. She stopped a moment to press her fingertips
against her eyes as the headache once again made itself known.
It was going to be a long night. Keeping an eye on the time, she quickly
completed putting on her makeup when she heard Rush talking to Blake. She
slipped into her shoes and was taking one last look in the full-length mirror
when he entered the room behind her.
Her heart constricted in
her chest at the sight of him. His custom-fitted, black tux showed off the
powerfulness of his body. He flashed his sexy grin which made her catch her
breath. He was just so gorgeous. Would there ever come a time when looking into
his face would stop taking her breath away? He came to stand beside her and
placed his hand against the small of her back. The emerald green of her dress
did indeed match the green of the hazel in his eyes. The dress was made of a
crinkly taffeta that left her shoulders bare. She wore her mother’s locket as
her only accessory. The color of
her, nourished her, and cherished her. He whispered words of love against her
ear and she lay quivering beneath him begging him as she always did for him to
release her from the clawing need taking over her body. With practiced ease, he
led her to the cliff of desire then gently pushed her off.
This time, it was him
draped across her chest, propped up on his elbow to alleviate his weight from
her slight frame. He lay calmly now, slowly rolling a section of her hair
between his fingers.
“I wish we could stay like
this all day,” he murmured.
“I don’t think your son
will allow that,” she replied.
He sighed. “It doesn’t
matter. I have to go into the office anyway.”
“On a
Saturday?”
“I’m afraid so. There are
issues with a couple of developments we have going up. I’m afraid I’ll be
forced to go see them myself. I’m trying to resolve it from here, but it’s
proving to be difficult.”
“What about the engagement
party?”
He leaned forward and
pressed his lips against hers. “Wild horses couldn’t keep me away. I’ll leave
work in time to dress at my place and stop here to pick you up. Okay?”
“Fine. Good thing for you I have another handsome man to keep me
company,” she teased.
His expression turning
serious, he said, “You’re a really good mom, you know.”
She preened underneath his
praise. “I want to be. He’s a remarkable little person.”
“He’s lucky to have you…
I’m lucky to have you,” he said softly.
“Indeed you are and don’t
you forget it,” she teased.
“I won’t,” he promised
solemnly.
Five o’clock found Trinity sitting in the baby’s room nursing both
the baby and a nagging headache. She’d been battling the headache since noon,
but it still persisted. There was nothing more she longed to do than to put the
baby down and bury her head under a pillow while she willed the migraine to go
far, far away. She prayed this headache wouldn’t be like the last one, but it
was brewing, begging to take root, it seemed. She pressed her lips against
Blake’s tiny, dark hair and closed her eyes.
She woke with a jerk and
glanced quickly at the clock. She swore. She’d have to hurry. The nagging
headache still persisted. If the headache didn’t get any worse she thought she
could endure it for a little while anyway. She thought momentarily about
calling Rush and canceling, but couldn’t do that to him. He was trying so very
hard. She’d just have to take a double dose of Tylenol and suck it up. She put
Blake in his crib and rushed to the door when it chimed. She was thankful to
see Anna standing at the door. Rush really did think of everything.
Showering quickly, she blew
her hair dry and rolled it up in hot rollers. She donned the green dress that
was the exact color of Rush’s eyes , her lips twisted as she recalled saying
those words out loud to Sundra . She really did
have it bad. She took her hair down and brushed it quickly. It fell in
cascading waves around her face. She stopped a moment to press her fingertips
against her eyes as the headache once again made itself known.
It was going to be a long night. Keeping an eye on the time, she quickly
completed putting on her makeup when she heard Rush talking to Blake. She
slipped into her shoes and was taking one last look in the full-length mirror
when he entered the room behind her.
Her heart constricted in
her chest at the sight of him. His custom-fitted, black tux showed off the
powerfulness of his body. He flashed his sexy grin which made her catch her
breath. He was just so gorgeous. Would there ever come a time when looking into
his face would stop taking her breath away? He came to stand beside her and
placed his hand against the small of her back. The emerald green of her dress
did indeed match the green of the hazel in his eyes. The dress was made of a
crinkly taffeta that left her shoulders bare. She wore her mother’s locket as
her only accessory. The color of
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