He looked offended. “I’m not saying we need to eat it now, I’m just saying we have it in case we need sustenance before we walk back.” He dropped to the ground and sprawled on the blanket. With his eyes still on me, he gestured to the empty spot next to him.
“Oh, am I invited to sit on the blanket, too?” I teased as I dropped down beside him.
Michael pulled my hand across his chest, so that I had no choice but to fall onto him, with my face inches from his.
“Of course you’re invited,” he murmured. “Who else would I want here?”
The wind drifted over us, and a faint scent of oranges filled the air. I lay my head down on Michael, my ear against his heart. I didn’t have to reach to know what he was feeling; it was the same thing that I felt. Utter contentment.
His hand brushed my spine lazily. “Did you have a nice Thanksgiving?”
I shifted so that my lips were just under his chin and moved them against his jaw. I could smell his unique scent, warm and inviting.
“What do you think? It was only the very best Thanksgiving—the very best holiday, bar none, that I’ve ever had in my life.”
“Was it the food or the company?” His hand had moved up to toy with my hair.
“Hmm… let me think. Well, the mashed potatoes were delicious… ow!” I protested as he gave my hair a playful tug. “Okay. So it was the company. It was your grandparents, specifically—”
Suddenly I was on my back, flipped over with a smooth move that left my head spinning. And Michael’s eyes were directly above mine, his hands on either side of my head. He was attempting a threatening expression, but his eyes were smiling.
“My grandparents? They’re what made this the best Thanksgiving of your life?”
I pretended to consider. “Okay, okay. It wasn’t the potatoes or Gram and Poppy, though I do love them.” I framed his face with my hands. “It was you. But you knew that already.”
He nuzzled my neck and moved his lips along my throat. “No, I’m not the one with the mind-hearing ability. So I like to hear it every now and then—that you still—” His eyes smoldered. “That I’m still the one. The one you want to be with.”
“The one I love.” I pulled his lips to mine, and the kiss left us both short of breath. “You’re what I’m thankful for today.”
His fingers traced my scars, as they had earlier. “I was thinking of that at dinner—how differently things might have ended. I was—am—so grateful that I found you… and that I didn’t lose you… and that I still have you.” He punctuated each pronouncement with a quick kiss on my eyes and nose, and then rolled to lie on his side next to me, one arm still across my ribs.
I heard a calling bird in the distance and closed my eyes against the dappled sunlight. It was perfect… but a part of me was anxiously asking how long it could last.
“You’re frowning.” With the tip of his finger, Michael smoothed my forehead.
“I was thinking. About the future. About next year.” My chest tightened and my eyes were damp.
“There’s nothing to worry about. I promise you.”
“But you don’t know. What if you go away to school, and you realize how much better you could do… if you meet someone else, and you find out that I’m really not the one? Or worse, if you didn’t go and then you resented it forever?”
“Hey.” Michael’s fingers were firm beneath my chin. “Open your eyes. Look at me.” I blinked, hoping the tears would disappear even as they rolled down the side of my face. He gently wiped them away.
“You know that none of that is going to happen. I love you, and even if I have to be away from you for a little while, that’s not going to change. Of all people, you should know that—you can see into my head.”
“But I can’t see into the future,” I whispered. “And what’s in your head could change then.”
I expected him to protest, to offer me more assurances. Instead, he leaned into my ear and murmured, “Listen…” then covered my lips with his own.
Tasmyn, you are mine and I am yours. For yesterday, for today and for tomorrow. For as long as time goes on, and longer still. I might not know the future, but I do know this—you were made for me, and I was created for you. Trust me. Trust this. Don’t be afraid.
And lying there, in that time and in that space, with him so near I could feel his every breath, I wasn’t afraid.
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Breathless
Copyright © 2012 Tawdra Kandle
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The sun shone warm on my face, and even with my eyes closed, I could still see its brightness. A breeze blew gently over me, and then, in its wake, I felt the lightest touch of a single finger running down my cheek.
“Are you awake?” The finger stroked along my hairline, and I concentrated on keeping my face immobile and my breathing even. He waited a moment, and then his hand moved down along my chin, tracing the contour of my jaw. He hesitated only the briefest second before brushing over the scars that I knew were still fairly visible along my neck.
Tasmyn... come out, come out, wherever you are...
His fingers moved along my collarbone, and I shivered involuntarily. I heard a quiet laugh.
“Or,” he continued, speaking out loud now, “suffer the consequences.” With lightening speed his hand moved to my ribs and tickled mercilessly.
I gasped and my eyes flew open. “All right, all right! Geez. I was just about asleep.”
“Why don’t we take a walk before you nap? I need to stretch my legs.”
I reached up and slid my sunglasses into place over my eyes. Michael was still sitting next to me on the beach blanket, leaning one arm across my ribs as he gazed into my eyes.
“I think I can do that,” I answered, stretching. “What about Anne and Jim?”
“What about them?” Michael gestured to the blanket next to us. Anne was lying on her stomach, flipping through a magazine, listening to music through ear buds. Jim was clearly asleep; he lay on his back, mouth slightly open. Anne glanced up at us and smiled, then leaned over to brush her lips over Jim’s cheek in a gesture that warmed my heart. It gave me undeniable pleasure to see my friends so happy.
“Okay.” I moved to sit up, but Michael didn’t budge. Instead he leaned closer to me, covering my lips with his own until I lay back again. He flattened his hands on either side of my head, and his thoughts became louder and more intense. My heart was pounding almost painfully.
When I thought I was about to either implode or lose consciousness, Michael pulled away and fell half across me, carefully avoiding putting any weight on me and burying his face in my hair. I could feel his breath heavy against my neck, and I turned my head slightly to whisper to him.
“I already said I’d go for a walk with you. But as far as persuasion goes, that was very convincing.”
Mich
ael laughed again and slowly sat up. I found the oversize shirt that served as my beach cover-up and pulled it on over my head. Michael offered me his hand and pulled me to my feet.
Anne pulled one ear free and leaned to look up at us. “Everything okay?”
“Just going for a walk,” Michael answered her. “We’ll be back in a little while. Better make sure Sleeping Beauty there gets some more sunscreen pretty soon, or he’s going to be in a lot of pain.”
Anne grinned. “I’ll take good care of him, don’t worry.”
We walked along the very edge of the water, letting it lap at our feet.
“It’s so warm!” I marveled for at least the third time that day. I had only known the frigidly cold ocean of the northeast Atlantic or the Pacific; the Gulf was a totally new experience, and I loved it. During this incredible summer, we’d made the drive to the west coast as often as possible, sometimes with a large group of friends, several times on our own.
“I’m sorry now we didn’t bring the snorkel gear,” Michael remarked. “It would’ve been a good day for it.” He tightened his grip on my hand, and I could feel the anxiety banked just below the relaxed front he was putting forth.
We walked in silence for a while, although I could easily hear what was going through Michael’s head.
This is our last beach trip. For this summer, at least. Maybe I can work it out to drive down a few times before it gets too cool. It’s four hours to get home from the school. That’s not too far for a weekend. But then you add in the drive over here... maybe if it were a long weekend...
He was frowning now, and I reached over to smooth his brow.
“Hey,” I said softly. “I thought we weren’t going to think about anything but today. Wasn’t that your rule for this trip? No talking about the future.”
Michael shook his head at me ruefully. “I wasn’t talking about the future. I wasn’t talking at all.”
“Well, you were thinking awfully loud.” The hollow feeling in my stomach that I’d been holding at bay threatened again, and I deliberately pushed it away.
“Ouch!” Michael stopped suddenly, looking down at his foot. “Stepped on something. Maybe a broken shell or... ” He leaned over and picked up something white that was sticking out of the sand. “Huh. Look at this.”
He held something white in his hand, studying it. When he turned it over, I saw that it was half of a sand dollar.
“Pretty,” I commented.
“And kind of unusual. I’ve found lots of pieces of sand dollars here, but never a half like this one.”
We walked on, slowly. I scanned the sand carefully, looking for shells. I had found some exquisite ones this summer, and I had planned to add to my collection today. Michael’s find had jogged my memory.
“But you know, we could.” It took me a moment to realize that Michael was continuing his earlier train of thought. “I can drive home from school on a Friday, after my last class, then we could come down here on Saturday.”
“That’s a lot of driving for you,” I observed. “And I don’t care about the beach. I mean, I’ve enjoyed it this summer, obviously, but as long as I can be with you, it doesn’t matter where we are.”
I was unprepared for Michael’s sudden stop. He used the hand he was holding to tug me back to him and pull me flush against his chest.
“We’re going to make it work,” he whispered. “I promise you we will. We were made to be together, and this next year is just a little detour. We’re going to be fine.” He covered my lips again, but this time, there was more desperation lying beneath the intensity.
The water rushed over our feet, and I felt something hard against my ankle. Breaking away from Michael, I looked down at our feet and sucked in my breath.
“Look at this!” Stooping, I picked up the flat white shell. It was another half sand dollar. I turned it over in my hands. “I can’t believe we found another one. You didn’t drop yours, did you?”
“Nope.” Michael held out his hand, with his half still visible. I took it from him and joined it with the piece I’d just found, and we both stared. The pieces fit together perfectly.
“See, it’s a sign,” Michael murmured. “Just like us. Two pieces of the same whole.”
“What are the chances that the two of us would find these two halves, and not even in the same section of beach?” I marveled.
About the same as the chances that the one girl in the world who is the other half of my soul would stroll into my school one day. Michael smiled at me and closed his hand over mine, which still held the sand dollar.
“Keep this. It’ll remind you that it was more than chance that brought us together, that keeps us together.”
“No, I have a better idea. You keep the half you found, and I’ll hold onto my piece. That way we’ll both have a reminder.” I smiled up at him, hoping the tears weren’t visible behind my sunglasses.
“Good idea.”
We turned then to look out over the Gulf. In the distance, dolphins were playing in the rolls of surf. The sun’s reflection glittered over the blue water. It was a perfect scene in a perfect day.
But perfection isn’t meant to last.
A nursery is not the coolest place to spend an August afternoon in central Florida, but it was the only place I wanted to be. Sawood Nursery, located on many acres in the country outside of the small town of King, Florida, was not only my home away from home, it was also my place of employment. I’d been working for the Sawyers part-time since last autumn, and once school ended in May, I began picking up even more hours. I still wasn’t a horticulturist by any means, but I loved spending time with both of Michael’s parents, Marly and Luke, and I liked the customers we served.
The other benefit of working at Sawood this summer had been the opportunity to become better friends with Michael’s older sister, Lela. The nursery gift shop was her baby and always had been, even when she was away at college in Virginia. Working there had been a natural fit for me during the school year, but I hadn’t been certain that Lela would feel comfortable having me there when she came home for summer break.
To my delight, Lela had actually asked me to stay, and it turned out that we worked well together. The only drawback was that like her brother and parents, Lela was someone whose thoughts I heard particularly well, and I knew that she was still not completely comfortable with my talent. So I spent a good deal of time and concentration focusing on not hearing anything I shouldn’t from her mind.
Seldom was there a day that I didn’t look forward to going to the nursery, whether it was to work or just to hang out with Michael and his family. But today was different. I had been dreading this day for so long that it seemed it had been looming over me all my life rather than just for months.
Michael was leaving this morning.
We had talked for a long time about how to handle our parting. Marly and Luke had invited me to ride with them up to the college, where they would stay for a few days to help Michael get settled, but I knew that prolonging the goodbyes would be agony for me. A single day would be hard enough; stretching it out over several days might possibly kill me.
To my surprise, Lela had offered to stay home from the trip, too. She wasn’t scheduled to return to college until later in the month, but I had expected her to go with her parents to see Michael’s school. Instead she announced that she was staying home.
“Lela, really, you don’t have to do that. I’ll be fine,” I had protested.
“Who said anything about you?” she retorted. “I’m looking forward to having the house to myself and running this place.” But I could feel the empathy and compassion flowing from her, and I knew what she wasn’t saying.
On our last full day together, Michael and I had both worked hard to be desperately cheerful. We packed a picnic lunch and took it out to Lancer Park, where not quite a year earlier we had shared our first kiss during an intense afternoon together. We talked about everything except our impending separation, although I could
hear that Michael’s thoughts never strayed far from that subject.
We stopped at my house after leaving the park so that my parents could tell Michael good-bye. I knew my mother was holding back tears herself as we sat out on the back deck, making small talk. It was hard to believe that these were the same two people who had been so skeptical of Michael and our relationship not so long ago.
I sat there fidgeting, knowing that we were only delaying the inevitable. When we finally rose to leave, my father gruffly shook Michael’s hand and wished him luck. My mother hugged him warmly and told him she would see him at Thanksgiving.
As we turned to go, she caught my arm. “Are you all right?” she asked me in a low voice.
I glanced ahead at Michael and my dad, who were examining a shrub in the front yard.
“I’m doing okay,” I answered my mom. And then, as her face puckered in concern, I rushed to add, “I’ll be fine, Mom. Really. Don’t worry about me.”
The drive out to the nursery was unusually quiet. The top was down on the Mustang, and I leaned my head back against the seat and let the wind rush over my face and through my hair. Michael’s thoughts were quiet murmurs of dread and worry, and I pushed them away, not wanting to hear.
“So, you’ll remember to check the tires regularly. And keep an eye on the mileage, so you can bring her out to the nursery for an oil change when she needs it.”
I ran my hand over the dashboard. “I still can’t believe you’re leaving her with me. Actually, I still can’t believe I really learned to drive stick shift. Are you sure... ?”
Michael interrupted me. “We’ve gone over this a hundred times. Making the trip to the college wouldn’t be in her best interest. I’ve been saving up for a cheap used car to drive while I’m up there. I always knew I’d leave her here when I went away to school.”
“Yes, we have that in common,” I sighed.
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