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coffee.
"What is it, I wonder?" Sassy mused, tearing the paper open.
"Well!" John exclaimed when he saw what was inside.
She peered over his arm and smiled warmly. It was a double set
of compact discs of romantic music and classical love themes.
They glanced toward the coffee urn. Graves lifted his cup and
toasted them. They laughed and waved.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
THEY stayed on the beach in a hotel shaped like one of the
traditional Maya pyramids. Sassy lay in John's strong arms still
shivering with her first taste of intimacy, her face flushed, her
eyes brilliant as they looked up into his.
"It gets better," he whispered as his mouth moved lightly over her
soft lips. "First times are usually difficult."
"Difficult?" She propped up on one elbow. "Are we remembering
the same first time? Gosh, I thought I was going to die!"
His blue eyes twinkled. "Forgive me. I naturally assumed from all
the moaning and whimpering that you were...stop that!" He
laughed when she pinched him.
An enthusiastic bout of wrestling followed.
He kissed her into limp submission. "We really must do this again,
so that I can get my perspective back," he suggested. "I'll pay
attention this time."
She laughed and kissed his broad shoulder. "See that you do,"
she replied. She pushed him back into the pillows and followed
him down.
"Now don't be rough with me, I'm fragile," he protested. "See
here, take your hand off that...I'm not that sort of man!"
"Yes, you are," she chuckled, and put her mouth squarely against
his. He was obediently silent for a long time afterward. Except for
various involuntary sounds.
They held hands and walked down the beach at sunrise, watching
seagulls soar above the incredible shades of blue that were the
Gulf of Mexico.
"I never dreamed there were places like this," Sassy said
dreamily. "The sand looks just like sugar."
"We'll have to take some postcards back with us. I can't believe I
forgot to pack a digital camera," he sighed.
"We could buy one at the shop in the lobby," she suggested. "I
have to have at least one picture of you in a bathing suit to put up
in our house."
"Turnabout is fair play," he teased.
She laughed. "Okay."
"While we're at it, we'll buy presents for everybody."
"We should get something for Chief Graves."
"What would you suggest?"
"Something musical."
He pursed his lips. "We'll get him one of those wooden kazoos."
"No! Musical."
He drew her close. "Musical it is."
After the honeymoon, they stopped for the weekend at the
Callister ranch in Medicine Ridge, where Sassy had time to sit
down and get acquainted with John's sister-in-law, Kasie.
"I was so worried about fitting in here," Sassy confessed as they
walked around the house, where the flowers were blooming in
abundance around the huge swimming pool. "I mean, this is a
whole world away from anything I know."
"I know exactly how you feel," Kasie said. "I was born in Africa,
where my parents were missionaries," she recalled, going quiet.
"They were killed right in front of us, me and my brother, Kantor.
We went to live with our aunt in Arizona. Kantor grew up and
married and had a little girl. He was doing a courier service by air
in Africa when an attack came. He and his family were shot down
in his plane and died." She sat down on one of the benches, her
eyes far away. "I never expected to end up like this," she said,
meeting the other girl's sympathetic gaze. "Gil didn't even like me
at first," she added, laughing. "He made my life miserable when I
first came to work here."
"He doesn't look like that sort of man," Sassy said. "He seems
very nice."
"He can be. But he'd lost his first wife to a riding accident and he
didn't ever want to get married again. He said I came up on his
blind side. Of course, he thought I was much too young for him."
"Just like John," Sassy sighed. "He thought I was too young for
him." She glanced at Kasie and grinned. "And I was sure that he
was much too rich for me."
Kasie laughed. "I felt that way, too. But you know, it doesn't have
much to do with money. It has to do with feelings and things you
have in common." Her eyes had a dreamy, faraway look.
"Sometimes Gil and I just sit and talk, for hours at a time. He's my [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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