He turned over slowly and embraced Sarah. “You’re thinking about Sarah and Jane again, aren’t you?”
“Sarah, Jane, even Aunt Mary. I will miss them so terribly.”
He nodded. She could barely make out his features in the cabin with the moonlight streaming through. “It was the right thing to do, though. Australia will suit us better, I should think.”
“You don’t mind resigning your commission? I can scarcely imagine you no longer being a sea captain.” She’d asked him this many times to be sure of his mind, but he only laughed gently.
“Not at all. It’s time for change. There are excellent opportunities to be had in mining, ranching, any manner of trades. Monty and I agreed we’d do something along these lines one day. With whatever money we make, we shall travel as I promised. We’ll even return to England if you like. It’s really not so bad, is it my dear? Louisa is coming with us, after all.”
“I know. I just worry. I can’t help it. So much has changed in the past few months, my head practically spins.”
He caressed her cheek. “We haven’t changed, have we?”
“No. That will never change. I promise.”
He began to kiss her gently, reassuringly. As they kissed, she felt excitement rising within her. He thought to pull away, but she held him close, their passion growing in their warm embrace. Instead, she guided his head down to an exposed breast. His lips and tongue found her and she smiled, her lips parting with pleasure.
There was little bedclothing between them. She draped a leg over him, pressing close and feeling him hard against her as they lay on their sides. Whatever modesty and resistance there had been within him melted. Though Sarah did want a bed and at times felt overheated by snuggling into a hammock with her husband, she couldn’t deny that these shared circumstances had encouraged passion between them on many of these near honeymoon nights. Tonight, she wanted the reassurance of his love.
Their kissing and touching shifted over the midnight minutes to soft gasps and groans. Moving together, she guided his hips and thrusts hungrily. She smiled and leaned down to kiss his neck as she ran her hands along his strong back muscles. He was deep inside, lost within her.
Their sex reached an intensity and friction that distracted her beyond thought. She no longer noticed the heat of the cabin, the lurching of the big ship on the waves, the snores from the adjoining rooms. In the darkness, she felt her hips and leg muscles tighten as she neared climax.
“More. More, Harry!” she whispered frantically. He drove into her and she forgot to be quiet, crying out with release.
After, she couldn’t help but laugh. “I’m so sorry, dear. I didn’t mean to be that loud. The whole ship might have heard.”
He snickered. “Ah well. Let them be jealous of us, I say. We’re nearly to Perth. I’ll buy us a house as we discussed and you can be as loud as you like.”
“How many bedrooms Harry?” He had been generously rewarded by the admiralty for his capture of the two pirate ships.
He thought. “At least three. I’d like to have one for a study and Louisa shall need one, of course.”
She ran her fingers through his hair and smiled at him. “It would be better if it were at least four.”
“Oh. You wish a room for yourself? Of course my sweet.”
“Not quite.” She gently took his hand and placed it on her belly. “I was thinking we might need it for our first child.”
He nodded. “Of course.” Then as the understanding grew, he stammered. “You mean- wait, do you mean you’re with child?”
“Harrison Hargrove, meet your child. I’ve been pregnant for perhaps a month.”
He shifted down to kiss her stomach. “Very well. Our lives and our family begin in Australia.”
Sarah sighed and gazed into the darkness. “Yes. At last, all of our dreams shall be fulfilled.”
THE END
Honoring Her Heart
The woman at the counter beamed at Matt, a practiced smile that had enough sincerity to it that it was clearly business that motivated her friendly banter. All the same, there was an element of pleasure to her throw away laughs at his unfunny joke about checking in late. Though old enough to comfortably be his mother, she was throwing in a slightly flirtatious glance, the sort Matt was overly familiar with and not particularly interested in following up on.
“Sorry to hear your apartment isn’t ready yet, Dr. Conroy.” She offered with a half-smile and an accompanying little sigh. “I’ll be honest. I gotta say I’m not surprised. Nothing against River Run, it’s a nice enough complex. I lived there for a while in the 90’s. Nice view of the creek! But they get some shady people in there and if there’s a big party- well, you know how it goes.”
“I certainly do.” Matt played along, even though there’d been virtually no partying for him during med school. There were fellow University of North Carolina graduates for whom studying came naturally. For Matt, his passion to pursue a medical career had meant sleepless nights and a completely empty social life. Apart from classes and regularly hitting the gym, he practically never met another real human being back at UNC.
But now that he was a long ways from North Carolina and the rigors of all night study, he thought he’d be happy to spare an ear to anyone who felt like chatting and sharing a beer. He didn’t even mind being hit on that much; the hotel clerk was pretty enough despite the, he guessed, 15 to 20 year age difference. However, after two days of driving, all he really wanted was to do was order cheap, late-night pizza, take a hot shower, and get in a decent night’s sleep before visiting his new workplace. The sooner he could escape the overly friendly woman, the easier all of that would be. It didn’t help that a touch of anxiety was creeping in, making him sweat and look down all too often.
“Sorry, um-”
“Natalie! Proud owner of this fine establishment. Me and my ex-husband.” Emphasis was placed on “ex,” underlined by an eyeroll and snicker. “Couldn’t work out the split during the divorce, so we agreed to just keep co-owning it. You’d think I’d have come out better, since the judge is my cousin…”
“Excuse me, ma’am.” He interrupted, trying to maintain a friendly demeanor anyway. “It’s been a real pleasure to meet you. Like I said, I got a late start on Saturday and haven’t slept in a bed since West Virginia.”
“Oh, listen to me going on and on. Here’s your room key. And the only place open is DeMonte’s Pizza. Better call them right away.”
“That’d be perfect.” He tipped his ballcap with a smile, remembering to make eye contact so as not to seem too weird, grabbed up the electronic room key, and hustled back to his black Impala for the luggage.
Finding the room was no problem. The North Woods Motel was only had twelve ground floor rooms surrounded by the pine forest to the north and east and facing a corn field to the left. The fields and woods appeared to march right up the outskirts of Mitigoog, Michigan which was still another three miles west of the motel. He’d briefly driven through on arrival, just to see his new home. The shores of Lake Michigan lapped at the narrow public beach, nearly vacant save for a handful of bored teens drinking beer and chucking rocks into the calm waters. He’d seen the dark, shuttered clinic he’d eventually take over when Doc Baker retired, which might very well be in the next five years, if the man was to be believed. Wedged between a greasy spoon diner and one of the town’s three churches, it was an ugly little brown building on the main strip with only a tiny parking space shared with the church. He wondered how up-to-date the equipment was inside. Not too far off standards, he hoped.
Matt quickly hauled in his overnight bag, placed an order for a small pepperoni pie, and showered. By the time pizza arrived a half hour later, he was both exhausted and starving. Hunger won out, though. As he zoned out on cable TV and pizza, he thought of texting his parents back in Raleigh. It was pretty late for them, but they’d want to know he got in safe.
“In Michigan.” He texted. “The big day is tomorrow.”
“We�
�re proud of you, son.” Came the reply. Probably Dad. Mom usually still called him Matty, not son. He grinned and started to set the phone aside, then on impulse looked over his phone contacts.
It was a tiny list indeed. Hardly any girls. His only female encounters had been fleeting one-night or two week affairs, and they’d left him emptier and lonelier than when he’d set out looking for company. He knew he was a good-looking guy; he’d had no problem dating in high school when he felt so inclined. The problem wasn’t in drawing interest.
The problem was Matt’s fears. Fears of crowds, fears of feeling foolish in conversations, fears of heights, fears of drowning… the fears constantly overwhelmed him and kept him even more isolated than his normal shyness would have naturally done. It was hard to take a girl to the movies when you started to panic being surrounded by people. It was even hard to keep up a conversation when you were constantly in fear of saying something to offend.
Medicine was his one refuge. He’d worked out his bedside manner as an actor rehearsed their performance. He knew to make eye contact (Matt’s trick was to look at people’s foreheads- it was close enough you could fool people that way) and to focus on the script he’d prepared for himself; express concern, discover the symptoms, maintain a professional, warm demeanor, diagnose, suggest treatment, shake hands, say goodbye. He was able to fake it well enough that his classmates had even remarked on his impressive transformation from student to doctor. Frankly, he was believable.
But could he fake it with another doctor, an old man looking to hand over the keys to his practice in a few short years? They needed and wanted a young guy to take over for the rural, remote area of northern Michigan, but if Doc Baker didn’t like him, it didn’t matter. He’d be back in his parent’s home in North Carolina in no time.
Finishing the last of his pizza, he drifted off with those worries in mind. In doing so, he didn’t turn off the light, the TV, or even take off his jeans.
He also forgot something incredibly important.
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It was a good thing it was a short drive into town, or Matt would have never made it to work even close to on time. After sleeping through his alarm, he’d had to shave faster than he’d ever done in his life, nicking his lip in the process. He was holding tissue to it as he tried to speed into town. A slow-moving truck was taking its sweet time on the small stretch of country road between the motel and town, so Matt gunned the engine and raced ahead of the vehicle. Without meaning to, he cut the truck off and then found he had to slow as he entered the village boundary.
The clinic, church, and diner sat at the gateway to town. Matt turned into the crowded lot and was relieved to see a small space near the clinic still open, the last space available. It wasn’t Sunday, so he figured it likely the church must have had something going on to merit all the vehicles.
As he stepped out of the car, the rusting old red pickup truck pulled up right behind his Impala and came to an abrupt halt. The older man behind the wheel was beet red in the face, with a semi-halo of white, wild hair ringing his dome. He was gripping and ungripping the wheel, clearly in the throes of some great rage.
“In a bit of a hurry, aren’t you, son?” The man spat the words out, locking eyes on Matt.
He wanted to reply, to apologize and explain the situation. Instead, he stammered and stared at the ground. “I’m, I’m, I’m, geeze, I’m sor-sor… I don’t…”
“Yeah, you’re the new doctor. I get it.” The man backed his truck up a little, then stuck his head out of the window. “If you don’t mind?” He pointed to the sign above the spot Matt had parked.
Matt looked up and blushed. “Reserved for Reverend Frank Butler.”
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The Sunshine Cafe opened at 9 each morning, the same time as the clinic. However, the clinic being open was apparently a semi-fiction. Doc Baker and the clinic’s receptionist, Mary, were already at the door as Matt opened it, ready to go next door. They flipped the sign on the door, “Back in 30 minutes.”
“Everyone in town knows I’m here.” Baker explained as he stirred a cup of coffee. “And no one comes in at 9.” The older man and the unsmiling receptionist sat across from him in the booth. He was getting an unfriendly vibe from the receptionist, so he tuned her out. As for Baker, all the old man wanted to do was talk, and that was fine with Matt.
Matt sipped his own coffee. “Seems very laid-back here.”
“Not much happens, really. Mostly retirees. The only young folks around here usually move out of state the first chance they get.” A look around the mostly empty cafe made it clear that was case. Three of the eight tables were occupied, and it looked like the folks who had taken up space in the diner were such regulars they may as well have their names on placards reserved for them like Reverend Butler.
You wanted quiet, Matt thought. You got it.
“Course, folks here like to get up early. They get to bed early, get up early, but they’re not so hot about getting to the clinic early. They’d rather have a cup of coffee, heat up their truck in winter. You should think about getting a truck.”
“The apartment is only two blocks from the clinic.” Matt reminded him.
“Yeah, but you may have to-” Before the Doctor could finish his thought, the front door to the diner opened, and as the crowd was so small, they all involuntarily glanced in that direction. A young brunette in a jean jacket stepped in tentatively, cast her eyes about, and settled on Doc Baker’s table.
“Doc!” She fairly yelled, alarm rising in her voice. She looked surprised to see Matt, and this seemed to put her off her task for a moment. Then she continued on. “Can you come down to the lake right away? John Polk hit his head on a rock.”
Mary and the old man quickly slid out of the booth. “Mitch’s boy?”
“Yes, that’s him.” She affirmed. “I’ve got my car out front.”
“Better come with me, Matt. You called EMTs?”
“Yes, I did.”
“Good.” The three piled into the young woman’s car and hurried down the main street to the beach.
Three teenagers- the same three Matt had spotted last night- were down on the rocky, pebble-strewn beach. Two of the boys were kneeling down beside the third teen, his head propped on a shirt one of them had donated. Doc Baker shooed them away and did a quick exam.
“Looks like he’ll be okay.” the older man affirmed after verifying that the boy could recall the date, his name, and the current president. “Nasty bump on the head, but that’s probably all.”
“So I don’t halfta go to the hospital?” The boy mumbled.
“I didn’t say that. You need a thorough exam, x-rays. Need to make sure there’s no brain swelling. You boys may want to think about cutting back on the beers. And the weed”
“I ain’t been drinking!” He tried to object. Doc Baker scoffed.
“Matt, you want to look out for these boys while I head back to the office?”
“No problem, sir.” He knelt beside the injured boy, checking his pupils as he did so.
“Need a ride, Doc?” the young woman offered. Matt still didn’t know her name, but the more often he looked at her, the more he wanted to. She was petite, tan despite the cold climate she lived in, and had a gentle way of speaking. He guessed she might be a few years younger than he was, but not by much.
“Naw, beautiful spring day. I’ll enjoy the outdoors while I can. We may get snow this weekend.”
Matt looked up from his charge. “Seriously? In May?”
“Nah. Pulling your chain.” The older man laughed and started back towards the office.
Once the ambulance came and took the boy away, Matt finally had a chance to introduce himself as they strolled back to her car. The pretty woman shook his hand. “I’m Emma Butler. Pleasure to meet you.”
The name seemed familiar. He struggled to think back to earlier in the morning and when it struck him, he blanched. “Butler. So- you’re related to the Reverend?”
“Oh! Y
es. You met Dad?”
He swallowed hard. “Yes. I did.”
“Isn’t he a sweetie?” She chuckled, then tilted her head. “I’m teasing. I love my dad, but he can be a handful. I hope you didn’t catch him in a particularly sour mood?”
Though embarrassed, Matt recounted what had happened earlier. He emphasized that he didn’t want to make a bad impression on his first day. “Well, I can see why you’d be worried about that.” She replied slowly, as they sat in her car. “Still, I think he wasn’t entirely wrong to be a little upset.”
“No, totally.” He lowered his voice, not wanting to sound like a jerk. He hoped she didn’t think that of him. “I didn’t mean to cut him off or take his spot, but I can see why he’d be annoyed. I did try to apologize. He didn’t give me a chance to say anything though.”
“Sounds like Dad.” She shrugged.
All too soon, they were back in the clinic’s parking lot. He’d already checked her ring finger; nothing there. It was ridiculous, of course, to even ask after that story. Still, he didn’t want to miss out on his only opportunity. “Um… so, I was wondering… I don’t know if there’s a decent place to get dinner or not around here…”
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