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heartache. The only unknown was what they intended to do with what was unfolding between them.
“I think in that picture they were in their late twenties. Nathan was about three or four,” Joyce said.
Eve turned her best smile towards Joyce. “They look incredibly happy together.”
“I believe they were,” Joyce said softly, coming over to peer at the photo. “Sam was the only man that ever made Angeline that happy. I was glad she married him and more glad of it when I saw how loyal he was when she got too sick to be a wife to him. He was loving, supportive, and steadfast beyond what I think most men would have been. It’s probably why I want to see him with someone as good and wonderful as he is. Life is too short to not live it fully.”
Eve set the photo back down. “Sam said that to me yesterday. I didn’t know he was quoting you.”
“He wasn’t,” Joyce said. “I was quoting him just now.”
Eve laughed again, unsure what else to do. Looking back at the photo, she almost squealed when Joyce touched her arm.
“Can I tell you a secret?” Joyce asked in a whisper.
Nodding, Eve swallowed hard, almost afraid to hear.
“I think Sam has a big crush on you. Other than Angeline, you’re the only woman I’ve ever heard him talk about. He always smiles when he says your name,” Joyce said.
They stepped apart when they heard male voices and booted footsteps in the kitchen.
“Everything’s ready. Let’s set the table and have ourselves a feast,” Joyce said, patting her arm before heading off to the kitchen once more.
Eve set the photo back on the buffet before Sam and Greg came and caught her sighing over it.
Chapter 7
Eve smiled as she turned from watching what was going on outside the car window. The man beside her was no enigma. On the contrary, his face was very familiar to her. She had seen that face with shaving nicks, with a beard, and scraped as clean as a twenty-five year old’s. Even though Sam still looked a bit like the young man in his mother-in-law’s photos, the older version was still easily one of the most handsome, masculine men she had ever known.
She shook her head to clear it of such strange thoughts. Maybe it was the intimacy of the car making her suddenly notice every little thing about Sam. For example, today he smelled like the woodsy cologne he had been using lately. It was something new, something he’d only been wearing for a couple of months. Before that, he’d smelled like the ocean. She’d like the ocean smell on him too, even though she’d never mentioned it. Commenting on how he smelled had always seemed too personal to her.
Now that she saw things differently, she realized that Sam had been quietly changing for some time. She had noticed the many little differences in his behaviors and choices, but had chosen not to comment on any of them, just like she’d said nothing about his new cologne.
Not commenting on personal things or asking meaningful questions had been a long-time comfortable pattern between them. They got to have each other’s company without taking any risks of getting closer. But the physical intimacy they seemed to be heading for would definitely require a deeper personal connection. Or at least it would for her. Eve figured the man beside must fundamentally work like that too, given how many personal things he’d been sharing with her over the last couple of days.
“You’re being awfully quiet. Did Joyce talk your ear off?” Sam asked.
“No. It’s because I make my living talking. Sometimes I like a good, comfortable quiet,” she said.
Sam grinned in the fading daylight. It was barely seven thirty and yet dark as midnight outside the car. In her red dress and red coat, Eve and her brightly colored blonde hair lit up the car’s interior every time the street lights illuminated her. “You look like Christmas is supposed to look.”
Eve glanced sideways and laughed. “It’s fascinating how your mind works. I don’t know
“I think in that picture they were in their late twenties. Nathan was about three or four,” Joyce said.
Eve turned her best smile towards Joyce. “They look incredibly happy together.”
“I believe they were,” Joyce said softly, coming over to peer at the photo. “Sam was the only man that ever made Angeline that happy. I was glad she married him and more glad of it when I saw how loyal he was when she got too sick to be a wife to him. He was loving, supportive, and steadfast beyond what I think most men would have been. It’s probably why I want to see him with someone as good and wonderful as he is. Life is too short to not live it fully.”
Eve set the photo back down. “Sam said that to me yesterday. I didn’t know he was quoting you.”
“He wasn’t,” Joyce said. “I was quoting him just now.”
Eve laughed again, unsure what else to do. Looking back at the photo, she almost squealed when Joyce touched her arm.
“Can I tell you a secret?” Joyce asked in a whisper.
Nodding, Eve swallowed hard, almost afraid to hear.
“I think Sam has a big crush on you. Other than Angeline, you’re the only woman I’ve ever heard him talk about. He always smiles when he says your name,” Joyce said.
They stepped apart when they heard male voices and booted footsteps in the kitchen.
“Everything’s ready. Let’s set the table and have ourselves a feast,” Joyce said, patting her arm before heading off to the kitchen once more.
Eve set the photo back on the buffet before Sam and Greg came and caught her sighing over it.
Chapter 7
Eve smiled as she turned from watching what was going on outside the car window. The man beside her was no enigma. On the contrary, his face was very familiar to her. She had seen that face with shaving nicks, with a beard, and scraped as clean as a twenty-five year old’s. Even though Sam still looked a bit like the young man in his mother-in-law’s photos, the older version was still easily one of the most handsome, masculine men she had ever known.
She shook her head to clear it of such strange thoughts. Maybe it was the intimacy of the car making her suddenly notice every little thing about Sam. For example, today he smelled like the woodsy cologne he had been using lately. It was something new, something he’d only been wearing for a couple of months. Before that, he’d smelled like the ocean. She’d like the ocean smell on him too, even though she’d never mentioned it. Commenting on how he smelled had always seemed too personal to her.
Now that she saw things differently, she realized that Sam had been quietly changing for some time. She had noticed the many little differences in his behaviors and choices, but had chosen not to comment on any of them, just like she’d said nothing about his new cologne.
Not commenting on personal things or asking meaningful questions had been a long-time comfortable pattern between them. They got to have each other’s company without taking any risks of getting closer. But the physical intimacy they seemed to be heading for would definitely require a deeper personal connection. Or at least it would for her. Eve figured the man beside must fundamentally work like that too, given how many personal things he’d been sharing with her over the last couple of days.
“You’re being awfully quiet. Did Joyce talk your ear off?” Sam asked.
“No. It’s because I make my living talking. Sometimes I like a good, comfortable quiet,” she said.
Sam grinned in the fading daylight. It was barely seven thirty and yet dark as midnight outside the car. In her red dress and red coat, Eve and her brightly colored blonde hair lit up the car’s interior every time the street lights illuminated her. “You look like Christmas is supposed to look.”
Eve glanced sideways and laughed. “It’s fascinating how your mind works. I don’t know
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