“And that is all?” He gave me a sideways glance.
“Yes.”
“Okay.” He pulled me to him and rested his chin on top of my head. “I worry about you.”
I wrapped my arms around his chest. “I know, and I am glad that you care about me like that.”
He squeezed me slightly before releasing me.
I looked up and he looked like he wanted to say something more but didn’t.
“Would you like something to drink? Have you had dinner?”
“Yes, and no.” He laughed.
“Me, too.”
I fixed us a dinner of fried chicken and collards with fresh sweet corn.
“Do you cook like this all the time?” Ethan asked.
“Well, when I have a reason to but not if I’m having dinner alone.”
“Well, that was excellent,” he said, wiping his mouth with is napkin, and setting it next to his plate.
“Thank you, shall we sit on the porch?” I suggested.
“Sure, after I do the dishes,” he offered.
“They can wait,” I said definitively.
“Yeah, and if they wait then you’ll have to do them alone.”
I sighed knowing there was no arguing with him. “Can I at least help with the dishes?”
“Absolutely not.” He frowned.
I stood leaning against the counter as he cleared the table and washed up everything.
“So, I think Logan liked the brownies.” I said once we were seated on the porch next to each other.
“Yeah, I think so.”
“Now, what can I do for you to relieve of this guilt you are carrying around about not being the one to pull me off the barge.”
“Who told you that?”
I only smiled.
“Tell me I’m wrong.”
“No, I can’t tell you that,” he admitted.
“So, what can I do?”
“Nothing.” He looked away and I realized just how deeply he felt about the situation.
“Ethan.” I kept my voice low. “You did find me because if it hadn’t been for you the Coast Guard wouldn’t have known where to look. You brought them to me and for that I love you.”
He looked at me. His eyes were moist. “I love you, Kay.”
His voice was low and deep like he was using the tone to convey the meaning of his words.
I blinked. I knew he cared for me. He had certainly told me as much and his actions reflected his concern. He was talking about more than that right now.
I knew how much he had mourned the loss of his marriage after the divorce. I certainly hadn’t expected that sort of commitment from him. I was realizing that I might have been wrong, and Ethan had the capacity to love again.
I was speechless not only by his declaration but the way his forefinger was tracing my jawline from my ear to my chin. I knew he was going to kiss me, and I knew this time when he did, I would be lost to him forever. I also knew as he held my hand and led me upstairs it didn’t matter if his broken ribs were still sore. We would make sweet, passionate love tonight. My heart and soul would forever belong to Ethan.
The End
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Lynn Story
Lynn lives in southeast Virginia along the Chesapeake Bay with her husband and three cats. She enjoys the outdoors and being near the water with her, working in the garden, and knitting.
