Un-Break my Heart: Book 2 (The Heart Trilogy) by Audrina Lane Page A

frame my face. I finished packing my last few toiletries and then zipped the case shut, taking one final look at the lovely lilac underwear that lay on the top. I still wasn’t sure if I would have the nerve to wear it.
     
    Downstairs in the kitchen I put the radio and sat and listened to Paul. The familiar strains of George Michael as he sang “Waiting for that day” I smiled as I listened to the lyrics, hoping they would talk to me this morning, calm my nerves and somehow they sort of did.
     
                  “Come back to your baby
                  I miss your kiss, I miss your smile”
     
    It was as if George had written the song for my whole life up to this point in time. Paul dedicated it to another couple who had phoned that morning, but in my heart I knew it was fate playing its part in my life once more. My phone beeped and I looked to see the message from James.
    “Can’t wait to see you later, I miss your kiss, I miss your smile”
    I knew that he must have been listening to the same song just a few minutes before.
    “See you in a little while” I replied. Too afraid to say what I really wanted to; too scared to tell him that the depth of my feelings was like the endless ocean stretching to the horizon. He had always been the one for me, and he always would. This time it would be sink or swim, I felt frightened and exhilarated at the same time as the emotions swirled around like eddies in the current.
     
    Taking one final look at the house, I locked up and loaded my case into my car. The sun had decided to appear between the clouds above and I decided to risk it and deployed the sun roof. I always felt better when I could drive along with the wind in my hair and the sun on my face, singing as loud as I could and hoping no one at traffic lights could hear me. Plugging my iPod into the stereo I chose the Listen without Prejudice album so that I could hear the words again. Then I switched to my favourite “Faith” album as I needed to have some faith in myself.
     
    I nearly missed the entrance to the hotel but as I turned into the driveway I could feel my heart beat increasing. My hands started to shake on the wheel at the thought of seeing him again. Pulling into the parking lot I scanned the cars around me, which one belonged to James? I remembered him telling me he had some sort of four by four but I couldn’t see one. Walking up the steps a smartly dressed doorman, held the door open and smiled.
    “Good afternoon ma’am” he said. I smiled, not used to being addressed so formally. In reception I walked over.
    “I’m waiting for someone, but he has booked us a room” I said.
    “Certainly Ma’am, what’s the name” she asked. I was about to reply when the door opened again and I turned to see James.
    “Under the name Cooke” he replied, as he reached my side.
    “Sorry I’m late” he said, quietly. He reached for my hand and I closed mine around his.
     
    We waited whilst the receptionist sorted out our key and then James picked up my case and his bag and we found our room. I pushed open the door and gasped in amazement at the sight before me. A huge bed dominated the room but there was still space for a small table and chair arrangement in front of the French windows.
    “You’ve certainly excelled yourself Mr Cooke” I said.
    “I aim to please” James replied putting the bags down at the foot of the bed.
    It really did feel strange yet familiar as we hovered around each other trying not to look at the bed.
    “Shall we go and grab some lunch and have a wander” James suggested.
    “I’ll just freshen up first” I said, heading for the door to the en-suite. He nodded and smiled.
     
    Once inside I gazed in awe at the opulence that surrounded me. There was a large glass framed open shower at the one end and a whirlpool bath at the other. Looking up I spotted a skylight located directly above it and found myself dreaming about lying in hot water and gazing up