What a night this was turning out to be. His face pressed to the crack of the door, Jason tried knocking again. "Come on, Catherine, open up. It's just me, Jason."
On the other side of her apartment door, her arms wrapped protectively around her, staring anxiously at the door, Catherine murmured, "I know. And that's the problem." Now that she'd made up her mind it was over, she just couldn't let him back in, not after the way he'd broken her heart.
Just then, out in the hallway, a young mother with her son asleep in her arms got off the elevator, giving Jason a suspicious narrow-eyed look with a tentative nod of her head, as though she didn't quite know what to make of him lurking at her neighbor's door. Trying to put her at ease, Jason said with a casual smile, "Hey," nodding right back.
Shaking his head as the woman gave him one last hard look before she let herself into her apartment down the hallway, Jason said against the door, "Catherine, come on, just let me in so we can talk. Your neighbors are starting to give me weird looks out here. And I don't think we need the cops called."
Heaving a sigh, Catherine finally relented and unlocked the door. And of course Jason strode in, telling her right off the bat, "Look, I'm sorry you had to see that, okay? But I swear nothing's going on between us, and we're done."
Anxiously looking up at his face, she told him, "But I did see her though, Jason."
"Yeah, I know, not a pretty sight." Wow, his ex, naked and fingering her pussy was not something he thought Catherine would ever have to see.
"I don't mean that." She pulled a face. "Although, ugh, that's something I could live without seeing again."
"I know. But you have to understand, Macy's an actress, and probably thought she'd get my attention by going for the shock value of having me walk in and finding her getting herself off like that."
"Well, she sure shocked the hell out of me."
She wasn't the only one. If someone had asked him how the night would have played out - the night that he planned to tell Catherine that he loved her - never in a million years would he have predicted his ex, letting herself into his condo, stripping down and fingering herself on his couch, while he and his current lady were walking in, ready for a night of their own fun. "Like I said, I'm really sorry you had to see that. And I swear, she and I are done, and have been ever since she ended it, months ago, before I even saw you again. And I haven't got a clue why she'd pull a stunt like that."
"I do."
Brow raised, he looked at her and waited.
Finally, she heaved a breath, and said, "Because she knows she made a mistake and probably wishes she'd never let you go. You're an incredible guy Jason, and I've had the best time with you, but now that I've seen her, I just can't do this anymore."
His eyes shot open, unable to believe she'd blame him. "Why? I told we're done. And I made her give me the key back, so she won't be bothering us anymore."
"But the point is that I
did
see her, and she's beautiful, and so young. Exactly how old is she?"
He shrugged. "What does it matter, she's gone. I told her to leave and not come back. So we never have to worry about seeing her again."
"But just looking at her I could tell she's probably half my age. And then I realized I've been fooling myself, believing we can have something, when you should really be with a girl like her."
Jason chuckled humorlessly, shaking his head. "But that's the whole problem with Macy, she's still a girl." Reaching for her, he brushed the damp hair from her cheek, hating to see she'd been crying. Cupping her face in his hands, and wiping the last of her tears away with his thumbs, he said, "But you're a woman, Catherine. A woman I happen to be in love with. And I've been with plenty of girls, and believe me ten of them could never measure up to you."
Gazing up into the imploring look in his eyes, Catherine wanted so much to believe him, but how could someone at her age, in her early forties ever hope to hold onto a guy like him. So young and so just so good looking, he could have anyone he wanted. Maybe not as crazy as the one she'd seen fingering herself naked on his couch, but he could meet Miss Right tomorrow, and where would that leave her? With her heart broken having to pick up the pieces of her life all over again, that's where. Finally she sighed. "I don't know. Maybe we should try taking a break for a while."
With a firm shake of his head, he said, "Nope. Not going to happen. Not over this. Just be honest - before we walked in and saw her, would you have said we're good together, and that I make you happy?"
She couldn't lie to him. Smiling into his eyes, she admitted, "Yes, probably happier than I've ever been."
That finally put a smile on his face. "Me, too, you just make me so damn happy. So, we don't need to take a break. What we need to do is put this behind us and try to forget it ever happened, because I don't want to lose you, especially over something I didn't do." Drawing her close, he brushed his lips over hers, closing his eyes and squeezing her tight. "You just mean too much to me. And whether you know it or not, I've come to realize that you're mine and I'm yours."
Giving in and finally hugging him back, she actually managed a little smile. "What I really want to know is how you always manage to wear me down and get your way."
Grinning against her hair, he said with a shrug, "Don't know, but if it's working, then I'm sure as hell gonna to run with it."
Finally they both laughed. And then she told him the truth, "I think I've fallen for you, too, although I'm not exactly sure that's a good thing," seeing as he could break her heart so easily, especially after seeing what happened tonight.
"Damn," he said. Lifting her into his arms, he didn't waste any time heading for her bedroom. Brushing a kiss to her lips, he said, "Then what are we arguing about? I love you, you love me. And on Friday when I get the key to the house, I want you to move in with me. Now do you believe I'm serious?"
Hanging on for dear life, with the way he was racing to get them in bed, Catherine said against his neck, "Move in with you? I could never do that. How could I explain to my sons that I'm shacking up with their friend? They'd want to have me committed."
Once Jason set her down on the bed, he crawled up her body and kissed her, then lifting his head and looking her in the eye, he said with a sexy grin, "Okay, then marry me."
Not quite sure she heard him right, eyes wide, she said, "You can't be serious."
Digging into his pocket he pulled out a small blue velvet box and flipped it open facing her. "Does this look like I'm serious?"
Staring wide-eyed at the big beautiful diamond solitaire, then back up at his face, all of a sudden, he just looked so vulnerable, waiting to hear what she'd say. And for the first time she realized she could hurt him, too, which she knew she'd never want to do. But agree to marry him? She'd want to have herself committed. Reaching up to cup his face in her hands, she said, "Jason, although I
do
love you, this is crazy. I mean, of course we could keep seeing each other, but..."
Refusing to take no for an answer, he shook his head, and said, "Here, give me your hand." As Catherine lifted her shaky hand, she couldn't believe he was putting a ring on her finger. And it sure was a stunning ring. She'd married so young the first time there wasn't even money for an engagement ring, much less a honeymoon. She and her ex had just gone to a motel for the night, and that was it.
After pressing a tender kiss to her fingers, keeping his gaze on hers, Jason said, "I'm not asking you to say yes right now, but I want you know you're mine. And whenever you look at this ring, you'll know that I love you, and that I want what we have to last. And whenever you're ready, we'll make it legal."