She unwound herself to answer the phone. “Hello?”
“It’s John.” Warmth flooded her body at the sound of his voice—echoey, which probably meant he was on his cell.
“Good morning,” she practically cooed.
“Listen, I’m double-parked downstairs. I’m all packed to go but I think I left my wristwatch on the bedside table.”
“Yes, you did,” she said, glancing at the plain stainless timepiece she’d strapped to her own wrist. She knew it was a childish gesture, and the darn thing was so big it kept bumping her wrist bones, but she’d wanted to extend her connection with him, however tenuous.
“Can you run it down?”
That’s right. He was leaving. She’d been so happy-fogged she’d forgotten he was off on his vacation. It was supposed to be their honeymoon, she remembered with a pang. She’d just rubbed out the lines she’d penciled across her calendar and planned to work the next couple of weeks. Before he left, she had to let him know she wanted to see him again when he returned. “Sure. I’ll be right down.”
She grabbed her purse on the way out, then locked her door and took the elevator down to the lobby. She jogged out and saw his car idling in her building’s loading zone.
She couldn’t help the flush of pleasure she felt creeping up her face as she approached the open window on the driver’s side, or the pang she felt knowing he’d be going away. “John, I—”
“The building super’s already yelled at me twice,” he said, sounding harried, staring into the rearview mirror.
“Whatever it is, hop in and tell me.”
“But I—”
“Quick.” He leaned over and opened the passenger door and she scooted round and jumped in. She shut the door and he pulled out and headed into the busy downtown street.
“Did you get my watch?”
So much for sweet nothings about their spectacular night together—a night he hadn’t even bothered to see all the way through. “Yes,” she said tartly, undoing it and passing it over.
He thrust his wrist at her. “Can you put it on?”
She sighed and complied, secretly enjoying the chance to hold his wrist, look at his hand and remember all the places it had been last night. Mmm, she grew warm just remembering. “John, I was wondering…”
“Mmm-hmm?”
“I had a really good time last night.”
“Me, too.” He glanced at her and grinned in a way that made her flush.
“What I’m trying to say is…” A highway exit sign flashed by her. “Where are we?”
“Going for a drive.”
“I thought we’d just go around the block.”
“You thought wrong.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m kidnapping you,” he said calmly, checking his rearview as he merged into the highway traffic.
She turned to stare at his profile, looking for the smirk, waiting for his laugh and a “gotcha.” His face seemed perfectly serious.
Since he didn’t laugh, she did. “And why are you kidnapping me?”
“The usual reason.”
She played along, enjoying the game. “Ransom?”
He nodded.
“But you have tons more money than I do.”
“I’m not after money.”
“You’re not.” Her chest started to feel tight, squeezing her lungs so she felt breathless. A semi roared by and she jumped. “What are you after?”
He shot her a quick glance, but still there was no joking in it, only a tenderness that made her quiver, and a heat that made her blush. “Your heart.”
“My heart.” She sounded like a ninny repeating everything he said in this stupid fashion, but she couldn’t seem to help herself.
“That’s right. You give me your heart and I’ll take you back home.”
For a long moment she just stared at his profile, its clean-shaven angles and planes, the straight blade of his nose, the determined chin. Tears blurred her vision as she accepted the truth. She’d never stopped loving him. She took a deep breath. “You already have it,” she said in a husky voice.
He nodded like a satisfied salesman who’d just closed a big deal. “I thought so.”
She laughed helplessly. “You can take me home now.”
He shook his head. “I’ve got my reputation as a kidnapper to consider. If I take you home now, I’ll look like a wimp. Besides, I can’t just take your word for it. I need proof.”
She opened her mouth to argue, then shut it again, realizing she’d been just as irrational when she’d wanted proof he didn’t sleep with another woman. Their future together wasn’t just about love, it was about trust. Her breathlessness was back—if anything it was worse. “What kind of proof?”
“Your signature on a marriage license ought to do it.”
“Marriage? But you said—last night you said—”
“Last night I said goodbye.” He pulled over onto the shoulder and turned to her. “I meant what I said. I wanted to put a new memory over the old one, but I also needed to know whether you still loved me.”
“And what did you find out?”
“You wouldn’t have gone to bed with me last night if you weren’t still in love with me.” He reached forward and took her chin in his hand. “Last night wasn’t just sex. Was it?”
She shook her head.
“We were making love.” She didn’t nod, but her tearing eyes must have spoken for her. “I love you, Charlotte. But we’re at a crossroads, quite literally.” He smiled at her and pointed to the highway exit ahead. “I can take that exit and have you back home in half an hour and we’ll say goodbye.”
“Or?”
“Or you trust me with your heart. Pay the ransom and spend your life with me.”
His logic was a little faulty, but she didn’t call him on it. Absently, she rubbed the ring finger of her left hand where his engagement ring used to sit. “You mean you want to get engaged again?”
“Oh, no. I’m not being a chump twice. I made an appointment at city hall. We get married today.”
“But I…” She glanced down at her sweats, thought of the designer wedding dress she’d never wear, the 200 invitations she’d never address, the relatives and business associates she wouldn’t dance with at her wedding, the lunches, dinners, and brunches she wouldn’t eat, the thank-you notes she’d never write—and it was like an elephant stepping off her chest.
She gazed into those beautiful gray eyes, drawn as always by the streaks of gold. Who needed a designer dress? She grinned right back at him, and threw herself into his arms. “I’m in.”
And at that moment, as her pulse pounded, her heart felt so light that it might indeed float over to lodge in John’s chest for safekeeping.
Charlotte’s Angel
By Catherine Spencer
Chapter One
