ever tasted.”
They all laughed as Mary reached for the front door.
Kristin said, “I will help you, Miss Miller.”
The elderly lady stopped dead in her tracks and said in a stern friendly tone,
“Only if you call me Mary,” she said, taking Kristin’s arm again as they went into the house.
When they were alone in the kitchen Kristin put her hand on Mary’s arm and gently said, “Mary, I am sorry to hear about your daughter.”
Mary patted her hand and thanked Kristin for her condolences.
“Now, where does Jack keep that sugar,” Mary asked.
The two women finished making the coffee and brought it out to the porch where they found Jack and Ben arguing about who was the greatest short stop of all time.
The two couples talked and laughed for over an hour when Ben turned to Mary and suggested they head on back to the house before someone thought they had run away from home. Jack told Ben that he would be by later in the week to help him patch the roof on the barn. Mary took Kristin’s arm as she made her way down the stairs, she led her over to her side of the old T-Bird and after her third hug goodbye she patted Kristin’s face gently and whispered,
“He’s the second best man I’ve ever known dear.”
As Ben came around the back of the car he smiled and said,
“Kristin, don’t let her kid you, Mary loves Jack, and she only tolerates me.” He gave Kristin a huge hug that lifted her off the ground. Then he kissed her forehead and said with what Kristin thought was a tear in his eye,
“You are welcome at our home any time.”
As Ben and Mary drove away Kristin sat down on the front steps and watched the cloud of dust disappear over the hill. Jack leaned against the stair rail and waited for Kristin to tell him what she was thinking.
“They really do love you don’t they.” She offered.
“They are very special people.” he said. And then as an afterthought he added,
“Parents should not have to suffer over the death of a child, that isn’t the way things are supposed to be.”
After a couple minutes of silence Kristin looked up at Jack
“You know that tomorrow morning I’m going back to Seattle.”
“I thought so.” He answered slowly.
“Jack, can we spend the rest of the afternoon upstairs?”
Jack stuck out his hand to help her up. She came to her feet and up into his arms in one smooth unbroken motion. As Jack carried her up the front steps and through the front door Sam stopped at the front door and lay down on the welcome mat, she was on guard duty for the afternoon.
They spent the next few hours wrapped up in each others arms. The afternoon was an endless stream of ecstasy and desire, strength and surrender. Kristin could tell that Jack had not been with another woman for a while.
Chapter Sixteen
Kristin was lying on her stomach as Jack slowly moved his hand up and down her naked back. She was drifting in and out of consciousness. The combination of Jack’s strong fingers caressing the small of her back, the warm sunshine streaming through the window and the release of the last few hours caused her eyes to well up and cry. Jack could feel her body shudder as she sobbed into her pillow. He moved his hand up the curve of her back and gently touched her shoulder with just the right amount of pressure to persuade her to roll over and bury her head against his chest as she fell asleep.
The sun was just disappearing behind the western edge of the valley as Kristin sat up and looked around the bedroom. From the aroma that was emanating from the kitchen she could tell that Jack was downstairs finding another way to spoil her. It was then that she saw the flickering light coming from under the bathroom door and heard the dull hum of a motor. She got out of bed and crossed the room, when she opened the bathroom door the only word that she could utter was, “Jack.” There were a dozen candles burning around the master bath and the Jacuzzi had produced all the bubbles
They all laughed as Mary reached for the front door.
Kristin said, “I will help you, Miss Miller.”
The elderly lady stopped dead in her tracks and said in a stern friendly tone,
“Only if you call me Mary,” she said, taking Kristin’s arm again as they went into the house.
When they were alone in the kitchen Kristin put her hand on Mary’s arm and gently said, “Mary, I am sorry to hear about your daughter.”
Mary patted her hand and thanked Kristin for her condolences.
“Now, where does Jack keep that sugar,” Mary asked.
The two women finished making the coffee and brought it out to the porch where they found Jack and Ben arguing about who was the greatest short stop of all time.
The two couples talked and laughed for over an hour when Ben turned to Mary and suggested they head on back to the house before someone thought they had run away from home. Jack told Ben that he would be by later in the week to help him patch the roof on the barn. Mary took Kristin’s arm as she made her way down the stairs, she led her over to her side of the old T-Bird and after her third hug goodbye she patted Kristin’s face gently and whispered,
“He’s the second best man I’ve ever known dear.”
As Ben came around the back of the car he smiled and said,
“Kristin, don’t let her kid you, Mary loves Jack, and she only tolerates me.” He gave Kristin a huge hug that lifted her off the ground. Then he kissed her forehead and said with what Kristin thought was a tear in his eye,
“You are welcome at our home any time.”
As Ben and Mary drove away Kristin sat down on the front steps and watched the cloud of dust disappear over the hill. Jack leaned against the stair rail and waited for Kristin to tell him what she was thinking.
“They really do love you don’t they.” She offered.
“They are very special people.” he said. And then as an afterthought he added,
“Parents should not have to suffer over the death of a child, that isn’t the way things are supposed to be.”
After a couple minutes of silence Kristin looked up at Jack
“You know that tomorrow morning I’m going back to Seattle.”
“I thought so.” He answered slowly.
“Jack, can we spend the rest of the afternoon upstairs?”
Jack stuck out his hand to help her up. She came to her feet and up into his arms in one smooth unbroken motion. As Jack carried her up the front steps and through the front door Sam stopped at the front door and lay down on the welcome mat, she was on guard duty for the afternoon.
They spent the next few hours wrapped up in each others arms. The afternoon was an endless stream of ecstasy and desire, strength and surrender. Kristin could tell that Jack had not been with another woman for a while.
Chapter Sixteen
Kristin was lying on her stomach as Jack slowly moved his hand up and down her naked back. She was drifting in and out of consciousness. The combination of Jack’s strong fingers caressing the small of her back, the warm sunshine streaming through the window and the release of the last few hours caused her eyes to well up and cry. Jack could feel her body shudder as she sobbed into her pillow. He moved his hand up the curve of her back and gently touched her shoulder with just the right amount of pressure to persuade her to roll over and bury her head against his chest as she fell asleep.
The sun was just disappearing behind the western edge of the valley as Kristin sat up and looked around the bedroom. From the aroma that was emanating from the kitchen she could tell that Jack was downstairs finding another way to spoil her. It was then that she saw the flickering light coming from under the bathroom door and heard the dull hum of a motor. She got out of bed and crossed the room, when she opened the bathroom door the only word that she could utter was, “Jack.” There were a dozen candles burning around the master bath and the Jacuzzi had produced all the bubbles
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