CHAPTER FIVE HUNDRED and FOURTEEN
“Sorry,” he said.
She laughed again. The sound of her laughter reignited him and they were back to the dance. Whether by accident or intent, time stood still. They moved in rhythm until she gripped him tight. They exploded together.
“I see lights,” Jill laughed.
Jacob laughed. He kissed her nose.
“What can I do for you?” Jacob whispered.
“I think you just did that,” Jill said.
He laughed and got up. He stood in their sitting area and stretched his arms.
“No scars,” Jill said.
“No pacemaker,” Jacob said, putting a hand to his chest.
“Wow,” Jill said. She shook her head. “Wow.”
“We’ll see,” Jacob said.
“Let me see you,” Jill said.
He held out his arms and she looked him over from head to toe. This brought up both of their interest. They went for fast love.
“Body seems to work,” Jacob said.
Jill laughed. Remembering that she needed to call Julie, she picked up her bathrobe. She nodded toward the clock.
“Time?” Jill asked.
He scowled and the clock started ticking again. She smiled and kissed his lips.
“Your eyes are a little different color,” Jill said. “They have a golden ring in the iris, near the pupil. It makes your eyes shine. Your voice is a little deeper, stronger.”
“Does it matter?” Jacob asked.
“I would have noticed right away,” Jill said.
She slid on her bathrobe. He grabbed her hand and pulled her to him.
“I have to call Julie because Katy is sick,” Jill said.
He held her tight.
“I love you,” Jacob said. “That’s all. I just wanted you to …”
When he looked down at her, her eyes were filled with tears. She pressed her head into his shoulder.
“You’re taller,” was all Jill could manage. Rather than deal with her anger, loss, and relief at his return, she tucked her feelings away. She pushed away from him. “Katy’s sick.”
Reality hit Jacob like a brick.
He was a father.
His children depended on him.
His father must be worried sick.
He picked up a blanket from the basket near the gas fireplace and wrapped it around his waist.
Then he remembered.
“The fairies,” he said, under his breath. “War.”
“Dad said that they were working it out,” Jill said.
“No war?” Jacob asked.
“I don’t know the details,” Jill said. “Should we call my dad?”
Jacob gave her a pained looked, and she laughed.
“What if we hold off a bit?” Jacob asked.
“Good idea,” Jill said.
“I feel this odd sensation.” Jacob touched his stomach.
“You’re probably hungry,” Jill said.
“Hungry?” Jacob asked. “Yes. I guess …”
Jacob grabbed his stomach and collapsed to his knees. Jill was rushing to his side when there was a knock on the loft door. Jacob groaned in pain and fell forward. Katy ran out from her mother’s room and opened the door.
“His tummy!” Katy said to the man at the door.
“Ah,” the man said in a big booming voice.
“Jacob!” Jill said. “Oh my God, Jacob!”
Denver Cereal continues tomorrow…
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