He reached into the
backseat and brought out a small bag decorated with red hearts. “I got you a
little gift. Happy Valentine’s Day.”
Juliane’s heart fluttered.
“But I didn’t get you anything.”
“I didn’t expect
anything. Your going to the banquet with me was a gift.”
The intensity in his
gaze took her breath away.
She took the bag and
opened it. A little wooden house sat nestled in the tissue paper. She lifted it
out.
“It’s a German weather
house.” Lukas pointed to the figurines standing in the doorways on either side
of the thermometer mounted on the front. “When the weather is bad, the man
comes out slightly, and when the weather is sunny, the woman comes out.”
“It’s adorable. I love
it.” Looking up, she saw relief in his eyes. “Thank you.”
“I have to give Grandpa
credit. He suggested it.” Lukas pointed to the thermometer. “The temperature
indicates that I should get you out of this cold car.”
“Good idea.” Juliane
laughed and put the weather house back in the bag and slipped her arm through
the handles.
Walking to her front
porch in the cold night air, she snuggled against him as he draped an arm
around her shoulders.
They skirted an icy
patch in front of the steps. “You should get some deicer for that spot. I
wouldn’t want you to fall and break something.”
“You’re right.” She was
falling all right—falling for this wonderful man. She hoped it wouldn’t mean a
broken heart. When they stepped onto the porch, she turned to face him. Her
heart hammered as he smiled. “I had a great time tonight.”
“Me, too.” He stepped
closer.
Her pulse raced with
anticipation as she raised her head to look into his eyes. She couldn’t miss
the caring in them. Every nerve hummed. He gently pulled her into his arms.
He lowered his mouth to
hers. But at the last second, as she was about to close her eyes, that old
incident raced through her mind in a blinding flash, leaving her shaken. Alarm
took over, and she turned away.
A huge lump formed in
her throat. All evening she’d waited for this moment, anticipated this kiss.
Why had she panicked? She wished the porch would open up and swallow her.
He stepped back, a
troubled expression clouding his features as his forehead creased in a frown.
He didn’t say anything, just stared at her.
Embarrassed, she
quickly turned to the door and fumbled to fit her key into the lock, the gift
bag dangling from her arm. “Thanks again. I had a lovely time.”
“Did I do something
wrong?”
She hunched her shoulders,
afraid to turn and face him. Misery marched in and swept away all the good
feelings of the evening. She thought she’d forgiven him, thought she’d put the
past behind them. Why had she let that bad memory ruin everything? How was she
going to explain?
Taking a deep breath,
she shook her head. “I’m sorry. It’s not your fault. It’s mine.”
“Would you care to
explain, or should I go?”
She couldn’t let him
go. He deserved an explanation. Maybe getting that event out in the open would
put this relationship on a better footing. Wasn’t that what she wanted?
Have you ever had a kiss that didn't go quite as you had planned?
Merrillee
Whren is the winner of the 2003 Golden Heart Award presented by Romance
Writers of American. She is married to her own personal hero, her
husband of forty-plus years, and has two grown daughters. Connect with
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Happy Valentine Day!
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ReplyDeleteHappy Anniversary, Merrillee! I think I say this every year, but your wedding pictures look so much like mine. And, Happy Valentine's Day!
ReplyDeleteHope you had a great anniversary!!
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