Blue Moon Enchantment (Once In A Blue Moon Series)

by Jeanne Van Arsdall

  He stared at her, seemingly unable to pull his eyes away. Finally, he said, “Tomorrow. How about we meet tomorrow?”

  “Sure. Siena has ballet after school. I could meet you then.” For one crazy minute, Kathleen felt like they were planning an illicit rendezvous.

  “Perfect.” It appeared he wanted to say more, but closed his mouth at the last minute.

  Siena bounded back with two packs of strawberries. “What else are we having, Aunt Kath?”

  “Lasagna, a green salad and garlic bread.”

  “Would that be homemade lasagna?” the doctor asked.

  “Why, yes. It’s one of my specialties.”

  “It’s one of my favorites.” His eyes locked with hers.

  “Really?” What’s happening here?

  “Really,” he said, holding her with his gaze.

  Siena’s head whipped back and forth following the conversation. “Why don’t you come eat with us?” she piped. “Aunt Kath always makes a really big dish full, don’t you?”

  “Uh...yes, I do, but...”

  “I hate to invite myself, but it sounds better than my cooking.”

  Kathleen’s eyes shifted between the man who’d invited himself to dinner and Siena. “Oh, no, it’s fine, really. We’re on Somerset...124 Somerset. How about six-thirty?”

  “Sounds wonderful. Can I bring anything? Wine?” He looked at the berries. “You already have dessert planned.”

  “Wine would be nice, thank you.”

  “I assume red goes with lasagna—would you prefer Merlot, Cab or Shiraz?”

  “Actually, I love Shiraz...if you do.” She shrugged, not wanting to presume.

  “It’s another of my favorites—just like lasagna and great company.”

  “Well then. We’ll see you around six-thirty.” Kathleen took Siena’s hand, paid for the berries and left while she could still stand.

  Driving home she second-guessed herself. Had she actually invited a man—whom she hardly knew—to dinner? She hadn’t spoken that many words to any man since Roger’s death, much less contemplated inviting him for dinner; but deep down she was looking forward to it.

  “Are you angry Dr. Kevin’s coming for dinner, Aunt Kath?”

  “No, honey. I just don’t entertain much anymore. But, it’s okay.”

  “You mean ‘cause you’re sad about Uncle Roger?”

  “Exactly. When someone you love dies, it’s hard to remember you still have to go on doing things and trying to be happy. Maybe it’s a good thing you invited Dr. Kevin.”

  “I think so. We can talk about blue moons. He’s teaching us about them. Do you know what a Blue Moon is?”

  “It’s a rare occurrence. That’s where the saying ‘once in a blue moon’ comes from, I believe.”

  “Some people say if you wish on one your wish will come true. Do you believe that?”

  “Well, honey, I don’t know if it’s the Blue Moon or not. Maybe we’re blessed when we wish for something with all our heart, then it comes true.”

  “Dr. Kevin told us there’s going to be a Blue Moon at the end of this month, and I’m going to make a wish on it. Did you know about that?”

  Kathleen smiled. “No, I didn’t.”

  ***

  The lasagna was almost ready when the doorbell chimed. Kathleen opened the door to a beautiful bouquet of flowers covering Kevin’s face. She laughed. “Are you in there somewhere?”

  “Hi, beautiful.”

  “Uh, thank you.” His comment shocked her, but she liked it.

  “Are you going to ask me in?”

  “Of course...” She stepped aside and motioned him in.

  “Ummm, the lasagna smells heavenly. I can’t wait to taste it.”

  “I hope you like it. Since it’s such a favorite of yours, I’m a little intimidated.”

  “Please, don’t be.” He handed her the bottle of wine. “Anything smelling that good has to be delicious.”

  She arranged the flowers in a vase. “These really are lovely.” She looked over her shoulder. “There’s a corkscrew in that drawer.” She nodded toward a cupboard. “Would you please open the wine so it can breathe?”

  “Sure. And what is my prize student preparing over here?” He leaned down to inspect the bread.

  “Garlic bread. It stinks, but tastes good, and Aunt Kath says it’s good for you.”

  Kathleen nodded at her niece, then turned toward Kevin. “When you’re ready, Kevin.” How nicely his name rolled off her tongue.

  “Excuse me?”

  “Oh, I’m sorry—I meant the wine glasses. They’re over there in the third cabinet to the right. Do you mind getting them?” Kathleen stammered.

  Kevin poured the wine, then juice for Siena. “What shall we drink to?” He lifted his glass.

  “How about our Blue Moon wish?” piped Siena.

  “Perfect. Have you two thought of your wishes yet?”

  “I have, I have,” squealed Siena.

  “I’m afraid not,” admitted Kathleen. “How about you?”

  “Without a doubt,” he answered softly, caressing her with his eyes. He touched his glass to theirs. “Here’s to all our Blue Moon wishes coming true.”

  After dinner, in the family room, Kevin explained the Blue Moon theory. Fascinated, Kathleen failed to notice it was past Siena’s bedtime, until she heard her yawn. Siena bid Dr. Kevin goodnight. In her room, Siena said, “See, I told you he was nice.”

  “You’re right.” Kathleen tucked her in, pulled the door closed and rejoined Kevin. The chair she’d vacated moments earlier held a stack of books as did the other chairs. “What’s this?”

  “Oh, those seats are taken. The only seat available is here beside me.”

  “Is that so?” A tingle raced down her spine.

  “Please.”

  “How creative you are, Kevin.” She sat beside him.

  He stared deep into her eyes. “Powerful matters require strong measures.”

  “And is this powerful?”

  “Very,” he said, gently taking her hand. “I don’t know how to say this, except to come out and say it. I believe in saying what I mean, and I mean what I say. I’ve never met anyone I’ve felt this way about, and certainly not this quickly. I’m attracted to you, Kathleen, and I think I’m feeling some response from you. I hope I’m right about that. I’d like for us to spend some time together and get to know each other if you share my feelings.”

  Wow! I certainly didn’t expect this. Her heart pounded and she squirmed.

  “Well, say something.” He lifted her hand to his lips, kissed it. “I didn’t mean to rush you. To be perfectly honest, I had no intention of saying this tonight. It’s just that I can’t take my eyes off you. You’re so beautiful...you’re gracious, kind and loving. All the traits that make you perfect...for me.”

  “Thank you, of course, but you’re correct. I wasn’t expecting this—not in my wildest dreams. I’m flattered, but I haven’t had a relationship in three years. Not since my husband... died.”

  “I understand. I’m not asking for any decisions tonight, just think about it. But would you answer one question?” He leaned in and brushed his lips across hers, soft and tender.

  She closed her eyes and drifted off to some faraway place. It stirred emotions long buried. She didn’t want to open her eyes, and when she did, he was waiting.

  “Tell me you didn’t feel anything special and I’ll leave, no questions asked.”

  “No... I mean, yes, I did feel something...wonderful. But I’m not sure about—”

  He interrupted. “Maybe this will help.” This time his kiss was serious—sensuous—and her knees turned to jelly and would have buckled, had she not been sitting.

  “Well? Does that prove anything?”

  “What it proves, doctor,” she said mischievously, “is you’re one fine kisser.”

  “Is that all?” he asked, disappointed.

  She inched closer. “No, I felt the fireworks, too, but I still w
ant to take things slowly—need to take them slowly.”

  “That’s fine with me. I’m not going anywhere.” He rose, grinning from ear to ear. “It’s getting late though. I’ve got an early appointment tomorrow, so I’m going to say goodnight. I’m also leaving so I keep my word and take things slowly. In case you haven’t noticed, I’m having difficulty keeping my hands off you.”

  Kathleen walked him to the door. He started out, then turned and took her in his arms. He kissed her cheek, her neck, then her mouth. This time his message was loud and clear. And this time she sent him one right back.

  “What about tomorrow? Do we still have a meeting after school?” she asked, encircled in his arms.

  “Yes, I have something to show you. Don’t worry about Siena, she’s doing fine. I was merely trying to get an appointment with you.”

  “You sneak.”

  “I enjoyed our evening together, Kathleen. I hope we’ll have many more. Work on your wish and I’ll see you tomorrow.” He kissed her lightly and left.

  She closed the door and leaned against it, recalling his last kiss. He was correct about one thing. When he’d held her close, she could tell he was having a hard time with something.

  ***

  Awaking the next morning, she realized she felt content and happy. And alive!

  Her bed was strewn with four outfits. She had to decide on one or be late for her appointment, or should she say date. She was reminded of high school when she, and every other girl, filled an entire note page with their boyfriend’s name. Sometimes it would be just his name, sometimes both. She’d said several times this morning, “Kevin and Kathleen, Kathleen and Kevin.” It had a pleasant ring. Stop it! After all, I’m the one who wants to go slowly.

  She arranged for Siena to play at a friend’s house after ballet. As she approached the school parking lot she saw him. Leaning against a sidewall, his legs were crossed at the ankles and he sported designer sunglasses. What a looker! Any woman would glance twice at him. It was amazing someone hadn’t snatched him up long ago.

  When she parked, he headed in her direction. He opened her car door, took her hand, pulled her to him, and kissed her. It happened so quickly and naturally, she responded. He led her to his car.

  “Where’re we going?” she asked.

  “It’s a surprise. I’d like your opinion on something.”

  “What kind of something?”

  He cocked his head toward her. “You’ll see. If I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise. It’s only a short ride.”

  Kathleen settled back into the comfortable seat, curiosity chewing at her.

  “I’m glad you came. I was afraid you felt rushed last night and wouldn’t show today. I am serious, Kathleen, but I’ll go at your pace.”

  She flashed him a smile. “Thanks, Kevin.” A flood of relief and passion swept over her. The man was a keeper her heart said.

  He leaned his arm across the seats and rubbed a lock of her hair between his fingers. “Your hair’s like silk. I kept thinking last night how good it would feel to run my hands through these inviting curls.”

  Kathleen shivered with anticipation. The blood rushed to her face as she searched for an appropriate response. Has it been so long I’ve forgotten how to flirt? Finally, she stammered, “It’s too curly.”

  “No, it’s perfect. I hope you won’t change it.”

  Before she could respond, he pulled in front of a big, beautiful home. “The old McIntyre Farm,” she exclaimed.

  “It’s the Kevin Collins Farm now. How do you like it?”

  “It’s fabulous. I can’t believe it’s the same house. You’ve restored it beautifully.” She stared at the home in disbelief. “Have you completed the interior work as well?”

  “Pretty much, but that’s where I could use your opinion. I’m not good with accessories and I really don’t want a professional decorator. I don’t like that ‘perfect decorator look.’ So what do you say, want to take a peek?”

  He got out, then opened her door. “I’d love to.”

  “I don’t know how I’ll handle all these steps when I get old.” He laughed. “But for now they’re good exercise.”

  Kathleen stared, open mouthed. The paint was perfect, the repair work excellent and the home was warm and inviting. “I simply can’t believe the difference. I love it!”

  “That’s exactly what I hoped. Would you be willing to help me?”

  “Absolutely,” she said without hesitation.

  Kevin led her through each room, explaining what he’d done. When he got to the master bedroom, he stopped. “I realize this is quite masculine, but at the time that was my focus. If I were to redecorate this room today, I’d probably have a different slant on things.”

  She looked around. “It’s perfect for you.”

  “Yes, it is. But I’m hoping in the not-too-distant future it might need to be redecorated.” He kissed her palm, then closed her fingers one by one. “Now anytime you need a kiss, you’ll have one close by. But—” he bent and kissed her cheek, her earlobe, her neck before whispering—“for now you’ve got the real thing.”

  Kathleen heard someone moan. Was it her?

  Kevin took her mouth, ravishing it with his tongue. Her eyes closed and she gave in to sensations she’d nearly forgotten. She returned his hunger and sought more.

  “Kathleen,” he whispered, “if we don’t stop soon...is this what you want?”

  Speaking her name returned her senses. “No. I can’t—not yet.” In anguish, she tore herself from him. “I’m sorry, Kevin, I’m just not ready. I mean...I am, but I’m not.”

  “That’s all right, honey. It’s okay. I promised we’d move at your pace. When you’re ready, we’ll move forward.” They left the master suite, circling back to the front of the house to the car.

  Kathleen attempted apologizing.

  “It’s unnecessary. Honestly. Let’s talk about the house. What do you think it needs? We could discuss it over a bite to eat. What do you think?”

  Siena was eating at her friend’s home, but Kathleen wanted—no, needed—time alone. “May I have a rain check?”

  “As many as you need.” At her door he lifted her chin with his finger. “Don’t fret, sweetheart. We have a lifetime ahead of us.”

  His kiss was passionate and stirred her to her toes. Her heart ached for him, wanted him desperately, but her mind screamed ‘Stop!’

  Leaning back, he smiled, then kissed her cheek. “I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?”

  “Of course.” She watched him drive away.

  Inside, she was saddened—as though she’d lost something valuable. Why can’t I be like normal people? Why am I so afraid to fall in love again? She entered her room and fell hard onto her bed. The tears she’d held back for years broke loose. Exhausted and spent, she finally drifted off to sleep.

  The phone startled her. “Aunt Kath, I’m ready to come home.” Siena’s chirpy voice roused her.

  “I’ll be right there.” On the way to the car, guilt bombarded her—she’d forgotten her niece.

  Siena chatted nonstop all the way home, detailing her afternoon. Kathleen got her to bed then sorted through her own eventful day.

  ***

  The next morning, Kathleen tried to work on her manuscript after dropping Siena at school, but her mind was like a sponge—floating and soaking up thoughts of Kevin. She determined to respond differently the next time they were together. For now, she decided to include an intensely romantic scene in her writing. Would it make it easier to add one to her life? She worked an hour and suddenly had a great idea. Selecting the ‘Find’ option, she searched for her hero’s name and replaced it with ‘Kevin,’ then did the same with the female counterpart, replacing it with ‘Kathleen.’ By the time she’d reread the scene her cheeks were flaming and sexual desire rekindled. Maybe there was hope for her after all.

  Traveling to get Siena, she remembered Kevin had said he’d call her today but she’d heard nothing. He was probably wa
iting until after school. If she saw him, surely he’d come over and chat…or would he? Maybe he thinks I’m too shy. I’m not, but what am I? Scared? But why?

  She wanted to love and be loved.

  Kathleen gathered Siena and scanned the schoolyard for Kevin, but to no avail. Disappointment rode home with her. Probably scared him off for good. Well, if he doesn’t want me, I’m not going to chase him. Maybe she could call—he might be ill. Fearing the latter, she asked, “Siena, was Dr. Kevin at school today?”

  “Oh, yes ma’am, and he told us more about the Blue Moon.”

  Well, that takes care of illness.

  Kathleen sent Siena to do her homework, saying, “I’ll be working in my office.” She pulled her chair up to the computer. Aggravated with herself, she glanced at the phone while her computer booted. The message light blinked. Her heart raced and tiny pricks of excitement chased up and down her spine. After a few deep breaths, she played the message.

  “Hi. Sorry I’m so late. We had an incident after school and I had to referee. Anyway, can we get together tonight...if you don’t have other plans? We could cook at my place or yours—or eat out. Anything is fine. Call me. I can’t wait to see you—bye for now.”

  Kathleen replayed it three times. Her cousin had offered to keep Siena for a sleepover, so tonight would be the night. There, the first part of my ‘resolve to be bolder’ is working. Now for the more pressing call.

  Fingers shaking, she dialed Kevin’s number. “Hi, it’s Kathleen.”

  “Yeah, I had that one figured out.” He laughed. “How are you?”

  “Great. I got some writing done.” She didn’t tell him he was the inspiration. “How about you?”

  “Good, except I miss you. How about tonight? I’d like to see you.”

  “I’d like to see you, too. In fact, my cousin has Siena.”

  “Great. Do you want to eat out or cook in? I’m anxious to try my new grill if you’re game, and I bought groceries. Want me to come pick you up?”

  “No. I’ll drive—no need for you to make two trips. What time?”

  “It’s already four, so whenever you’re ready. The sooner the better.”

  His voice carried a husky, hungry sound. Kathleen wondered if hers did. If not, she was a better actress than she thought.