“I know my heart,” he said. “I never thanked you for saving my life.”
“Your compression dressing is the reason I didn’t die,” he said. “Thank you for the chance to sit here on this couch with you… It’s wonderful.”
“You’re welcome. Thank you for the dress contract and the diamonds and adopting my daughter and…”
“Most of that doesn’t have anything to do with me,” Jacob said. “But I know, it’s overwhelming.”
“It’s overwhelming,” Jill said. “I’m caught between taking a break and wanting more.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, I miss my things. I know they aren’t much but they are mine. My things. My space. My life. I’m surrounded by your life and your things. They’re nicer than mine. Well, not this couch, but you know what I mean. And…”
Jill moved so her face was less than an inch from Jacob’s.
“I’ve never felt this way. I want more of you.”
She kissed his lips.
She slipped his hand under her blouse then kissed him.
She shivered as his fingers caressed her nipple. She kissed him again.
She gave him another kiss.
She flopped back on the couch.
“Then I feel just stupid and crazy.”
“Why?” he asked. “I want all of that too.”
“Well, you’re recovering and should sleep,” she said.
“Uh, first one to the bed?” he asked.
He stood up then he fell to his knees. Jill screamed then laughed. He held up a large square cut diamond ring in his left hand. Clearly an antique, the center diamond was surrounded by a hundred light blue aquamarine stones in an ornate setting.
“Will you marry me, Jill?”
Jill’s hands cupped his face.
“Oh put it away,” a woman’s voice came from the stairwell to the Castle. “Shit. I have the worst timing. You’re not naked are you?”
Jill looked up to see a gorgeous woman with long auburn hair and large blue eyes come across the apartment. She looked like a model or an actress, but her designer dress and Kenneth Cole shoes were too understated and professional. The woman looked familiar but Jill couldn’t place her.
“Get up, lover boy,” the woman said. “Hi Jill.”
“Samantha, you think I could have a minute?” Jacob’s face registered irritation and shock. “Maybe a knock?”
When the woman turned, she winked at Jill. And Jill realized that this was Samantha Hargreaves, Alex and Max’s older sister. Max told her yesterday that Samantha had just moved back from Washington DC. She was a criminal defense attorney and Valerie Lipson’s best friend.
“The Denver Police are here to see you, Jakey. They don’t want to wait a minute.”
The retelling of Celia’s Puppies, Denver Cereal Volume 2, continues tomorrow…
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