Passion In James County XVIII: The Stalker
Chapter twenty-two
Apologies to my readers. Here is the correct Chapter 22
I slept until almost four in the afternoon. I'd have probably slept longer, but the phone woke me up. "Hello," I mumbled after I fumbled the phone off the night stand next to my bed.
"How you doing?" Roscoe asked.
"I was sleeping, trying to recover," I said. "What the hell do you want?"
"Mrs. Wilkins wants us to come over for dinner tonight," he said. "She told me it was her way of thanking us. I told her that we only did what she was paying us to do, but she insisted. You think you're up to it?"
"I'll be there," I said. "What time?"
"Seven o'clock," Roscoe said.
"See you tonight, buddy," I said.
I arrived at Jennifer's house at five minutes of seven. She answered the door looking so stunning that I found myself having trouble breathing. She had on a plum-colored dress made of material with a Jacquard print. It had a wide neckline and long sleeves and reached almost to her ankles, but she'd left some of the buttons in the skirt open, displaying her wonderful legs. The dress was snug and clung lovingly to her wonderfully formed body. She had her hair pulled back and tied with a black ribbon around it, and was wearing understated makeup.
She looked puzzled. "What's the matter?" she asked. "You have a funny look on your face."
"You're beautiful!" I whispered.
She flushed and whispered, "Thank you. Please, come in." She held the door and I walked by her, into the house. The perfume she was wearing smelled spectacular.
"Am I early?" I asked, looking around. Nobody else was there yet. I expected Roscoe and Moose, and the other guys who'd worked on the case."
Her face took on a wonderful red glow. "You're my only guest," she said. "I had Roscoe tell you the dinner was for all of you, but it wasn't. I wasn't sure if you'd come if I asked you."
"Why would you think that?" I asked.
She shrugged. "I guess I was worried that you might still be upset with me after how I ended our relationship," she said.
"Jennifer, I'm not angry," I said. I smiled. "And to be honest with you, I'm kind of glad Roscoe and the others aren't here. Are you going to tell me what you started to tell me the other night?"
She nodded. "Yes...after dinner," she said softly.
Dinner, which she prepared for us herself, was fantastic. I had no idea what a wonderful cook Jennifer was. She served me broiled salmon with BΓ©arnaise sauce, baked potato, and mixed vegetables in a delicious sauce I couldn't quite identify.
"That was an incredible meal," I told her after we finished. "I feel like I'm gonna bust."
My compliment caused Jennifer to blush again. "It's the least I could do, given all you've done for me," she replied. She smiled at me. "I'm glad you liked the meal. Would you like some coffee?"
"I'd love some," I told her. "Black."
"Why don't you go in the living room, I'll get it and bring it in there?" Jennifer said. She got up and headed for the kitchen.
I walked into the living room and made myself comfortable on the sofa. I had no idea what it was she planned to tell me, but I'd come to realize that I felt a lot for her and I had made up my mind that, one way or another, no matter what the consequences, before the night was over, I was going to let her know what my feelings for her were.
Jennifer came in a few minutes later, carrying two cups of coffee on a small silver tray. She set the tray down on the coffee table and sat down near me on the sofa. She reached out and laid her hand on my arm. "I...I can't begin to thank you for all you've done for me," she said softly, her eyes wide.
"I'm just glad you're safe," I said. "And it was luck more than anything. I almost let him get away."
She shook her head. "No...that's not true," she said. "You figured out a way to end this."
"I had to," I said. I picked up one of the cups and sipped the coffee.
"I owe you an explanation," Jennifer said softly. "I want you to understand why I...why I stopped seeing you."
I nodded and sipped more of my coffee.
She took a deep breath and her gorgeous eyes held mine. "Do you recall my telling you that I'd never been in love?" she said.
I nodded.
"Well...I...I...that's not true any more," she said softly.
My breath caught. Was she going to tell me there was someone she had fallen in love with? The prospect of hearing her say that terrified me, but I tried to keep a calm look on my face. "What...what do you mean?" I asked. "Have you...is there someone...?"
She nodded slightly. "Someone changed that and showed me what being in love feels like," she said.
"They...they did?" I asked. "Who?"
"You," she replied, her voice so soft I could barely hear her. "Being with you caused me to feel things I'd never felt before, things I found terribly frightening. I even started to think about leaving Horace and...he took another deep breath. "I was so frightened by how you made me feel, I couldn't see you any more. You...you were married, and so was I, and I didn't want to be a home wrecker, so..." she shrugged.
My emotions were in turmoil. From dreading what she was going to say I'd gone to a state of near-euphoria. "I...love you, too," I stammered. I took another sip of my coffee, another deep breath, then said, "I'm in love with you."
Jennifer gazed at me, her expression unreadable. My heart thudded like a jackhammer. What was her response going to be?
She squeezed my arm, smiled, and said, "I'm in love with you, too. I knew it the minute you walked back into my life the other day."
I couldn't breathe. Jennifer had just told me she was in love with me! I couldn't believe it! My fondest dream had become reality!
Then, for some reason, things seemed to get strained between us. For some reason, having admitted our love for each other left us not knowing what to do or say next. We at there on the sofa, looking at each other.
It was clear to me nothing was going to happen unless one of us did something, so I slid closer to Jennifer. She kept staring at me.
When I put my arm around her shoulder, she sighed and cuddled against me. "Why is this so hard?" she asked.
"I know," I said, "it's hard for me, too. It's as if I don't know what to do. I've wanted you so much for so long..."
She looked up at me. "You have?" she asked.
I nodded. "I've never, ever been able to get you out of my mind," I told her. "I haven't been a monk since my wife left. But, somehow, I haven't been able to get you out of my mind."
Her arms went around me and she pressed against me. "I wish I hadn't waited so long to tell you," she whispered. "Maybe..."
"That's all over now," I said. I cupped her chin gently, tipped her head up and kissed her. I wasn't prepared for the powerful feelings I experienced when my lips and Jennifer's joined. I felt like I was melting, and exploding, and being given electric shocks; all at the same time. My heart started to pound. No kiss in my life felt the way that one did.
When the kiss ended, Jennifer dropped her hand to the erection that lurched and throbbed in my slacks. "My word! I guess you do want me," she whispered.