“I went to the airport with them to say goodbye. Uncle Kit left with your parents, and Leland caught a flight to Boston.”
He kissed the top of her wet hair, then began leading her up the stairs as she kept talking.
“I hardly know Lee, but we had so many things in common. He’s an only child like I am. I’m going to meet the family at Christmas, but Lee and I made plans to spend Thanksgiving together.”
Jamie led her to the bathroom door, got a towel, and began drying her hair.
“Uncle Kit said he’ll join us. I think the huge celebrations of your big family are too much for him. He said he’s going to make the pies. And Lee is going to make the dressing.”
Jamie unbuttoned her wet shirt and pulled it off her.
“That leaves me with the turkey and vegetables and bread to do.” She looked at Jamie. “Unless you want to help.”
“I get dibs on yams and green beans,” he said as he unfastened her trousers and helped her step out of them.
“So I get the turkey.” Hallie’s teeth were beginning to chatter. “What’s your favorite bread?”
“Brioche,” he said as he led her to the bed and pulled back the covers.
“Mine too.” She started to get into the warmth of the bed, but Jamie stopped her as he removed her two pieces of underwear.
Naked, she looked at him and he pulled her into his big, warm arms.
“Did you miss me?” he whispered.
“Yes. Every minute. I think I talked about you a bit too much.”
Jamie stepped away from her long enough to remove his own clothing, then slid into bed. “What makes you think that?”
“Adam said he hadn’t noticed that you’d grown seven feet tall and made Superman look like a wimp.”
Smiling, Jamie opened his arms to her and as their bodies clung to each other, they began kissing.
It was Hallie who pulled away and pushed him onto his back. Her lips began to trace the scars on his body, kissing them, caressing them. Today his mother had told her how Jamie’s former girlfriend Alicia had been sickened at the sight of Jamie’s damaged body. She was repulsed by the scars and grafts, the indentations where parts of skin and muscle had been sliced away by flying pieces of metal.
But Hallie thought Jamie was beautiful. Her lips moved over him, across his chest, his arms, then lower and lower until she reached the center of him. Undamaged and perfect, she thought, but then she was beginning to see all of him that way.
When she took him in her mouth, he gasped, his head back, his eyes closed.
Minutes later she moved back up to his neck, to his mouth.
He moved her onto her back and began to make love to her, taking his time with her body as he slowly took her to new peaks of pleasure. When he entered her, she was more than ready for his long, slow, deep thrusts.
When he collapsed against her, Hallie held him, his head against her breasts, and stroked his hair as she thought about the day. Her morning had been great and she’d loved laughing with Jamie’s cousins. At the airport she’d been teary as she said goodbye to people who’d become her friends. Jamie’s mother had hugged her hard and his father’s hug had lifted her off the ground. “Thank you,” he said, then he’d abruptly set her down and run up the stairs to the plane.
Uncle Kit had kissed her hand. “We shall meet again soon,” he said.
It had been hardest saying goodbye to Leland. “Thanksgiving!” he’d called to her as he got on the plane.
She stood there with Jamie’s cousins and watched the jet take off, then they turned to Hallie. She knew what they were asking. What did she want to do now? “Home,” she said simply. She wanted to see Jamie. They drove her back to Kingsley Lane and she was so anxious to see Jamie that she opened the car door while the vehicle was still rolling. Then, just as she got to the door, a quick summer storm nearly drowned her.
“Warm now?” Jamie asked, their bodies wrapped around each other.
“Yes,” she said.
He lifted onto one arm to look at her. “Something’s bothering you.”
“Nothing is.”