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At First Sight by Colleen

General Disclaimer: This is an alternate uber story. The physical descriptions of the two lead characters may remind you of two others we all know and love, but all characters in the story are from my own imagination. This story is an original work and is copyrighted by the author. It cannot be sold or used for profit in any way.

Violence Disclaimer: This story depicts scenes of mild violence and/or their aftermath.

Hurt/Comfort Disclaimer: This story has some elements that may be best classified as such.

Love/Sex Disclaimer: This story depicts a loving relationship between two consenting, adult women and contains scenes of intimacy, but nothing explicit. If you are under 18 years of age or if this type of story is illegal in the state or country in which you live, please do not read it. If depictions of this nature disturb you, you may wish to read something other than this story.

No copy write infringement was intended in the use of the song “I Need You”

Thanks, to my beta readers Barbara and Jennis.

All positive comments are welcome at coleen30@webtv.net

Cover by Colleen

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Chapter 9

Erin kept herself busy all day on Friday, writing, laundry, playing with the dog. But even the busy work couldn’t keep her thoughts from drifting to the beautiful brunette she loved and what might happen later that night. Her mind kept the conscious thought that everything would stay the same as it had been for weeks they had known one another.  Jamie had promised that their friendship would not suffer and Erin believed that above all else. But could she be a friend to Jamie? Would her jealously be a barrier between them, if Jamie ever found someone to love? Another woman...or man? Maybe that’s it, she thought. Maybe she’s not gay. She never mentioned any past lovers.  Maybe she’s just not attracted to women.  I almost hope that’s it. It will be much easier to handle that way. She walked on down the beach, the gritty sand beneath her bare feet. But I felt the way she held me the night of the storm. That was not my imagination.  That gave me my first hope that we could be together. Ahhhh! Her mind screamed. I don’t know!  Her heart was desperately grasping at straws, any shred that could bring them together.

Erin had just finished making dinner, a feat hampered by the invasive tan wrap on her right wrist.  Artemis barked once and then she heard the tires on the gravel, coming up the driveway. An intense wave of nerves rocked her and she had to steady herself against the cabinet. 

A knock on the door.

“Come on in,” she yelled, shakily.

Inside the door, the excited, furry occupant met the dark haired visitor.  “Hi girl,” said Jamie, with a brisk rub of the furry ears.

Erin took a deep, calming breath. “I’m in the kitchen, Jamie. I’ll be right out.”

The author walked into the living room, carrying two tall glasses. She handed one to Jamie. “Here, I thought you might like something cold to drink. Dinner will be ready in about ten minutes.”

Their fingers grazed as Jamie took the glass and that spark of emotion hit them both, although neither gave any outward indication.

“Thanks. How are you feeling?”

“Fine actually, accept for this reminder.” Erin held up her injured limb. “And this.” She brushed the strip of white that covered the right side of her forehead.  “But at least these are coming out on Monday.”

“I’m so glad you’re okay Erin.  I...”

“No. No, please I don’t want to have this conversation on an empty stomach. After we eat, okay?”

Jamie studied the floor and simply nodded her head.

“Jamie, you still here?”

“Yeah. Um, I’m sorry. Yes, I agree we should wait.”

Polite small talk passed between the nervous eaters. Jamie complimented the cook and Erin graciously accepted. The tension left both with very little appetites around the knots in their stomachs.

Together they took the dirty dishes to the kitchen and Erin started the coffee machine.  “Let’s go in the living room.” Erin thought it best to avoid the room that was the sight of the previous week’s encounter.

More minutes of uncomfortable silence ensued.

“I don’t know about you, but I’m tired of trying to make small talk. I think it’s time for what we are really here for.”

“You’re right,” said Jamie. Clearing her throat of the lump that was forming, she began to speak. But Erin beat her to the punch.

“Jamie, there is really just one thing I want to know. And I would like the truth. I don’t think you have ever purposely lied to me... have you?”

“No Erin, I’ve never lied. But there are some things I never told you about my past, a lot of things actually.  Things I never wanted you to know, because I didn’t want you to hate me, or worse, be ashamed of me.”

“Jamie, I don’t think that could ever happen.” Erin moved to sit near the nervous woman on the long camel colored sofa. “I just need to know...are you gay?”

“Yes,” said the whisper.

Erin’s heart twisted with the realization. “Then it’s just me, you’re not attracted to.” She stood to move away.

Jamie gently grabbed her uninjured arm. “No, don’t you run away again. I want to explain everything to you. Now please sit down and hear me out. I know I never told you anything about my life before I moved here and maybe I should have. If you understood me more, this whole thing might not have happened.”

“What, that I wouldn’t have fallen in love with you. I had no choice Jamie. From the minute I heard your voice, it started and I would’ve fallen no matter what.” Erin sat back down. “I do want to hear all about you and what you think that has do with why you don’t love me.”

“Don’t say it like that,” Jamie said, dejectedly. “Look, I have to start at the beginning. I’ve never told anyone everything of what I’m about to tell you. But if you stop me anywhere along the way, I may not be able start again, okay?”

“I understand. Go ahead.”

Jamie took a deep, but emotionally painful breath. “When I was ten, my parents were killed in a boating accident. Up until then I guess you could say that my childhood was as normal as any other. My parents loved me and they gave me everything a child needed. But just below the surface they were always sad. I was born a twin, an identical twin.  But Jordan contracted meningitis when we were five...and died.  I don’t suppose any parent gets over the death of a child or any child gets over the death of a parent.  My ten-year-old mind thought they went away on purpose, to be with her. And of course, if they wanted to be with her more then me, that had to mean that they loved her more than me.  That’s when I became angry...at everything and everyone. But I can’t blame them for what I became, for what my rage turned me into.”  Jamie paused and gave a small laugh. “Although there are still times when I, irrationally, accuse them of causing the tragedies in my life,” she said, remembering the shouting session of just a week ago.

The sorrow in Jamie’s words put another dent in Erin’s, already disfigured heart.  She wanted to reach out and hold the woman, but that would have been a mistake. She knew Jamie had to do this alone.

“Anyway, I didn’t have any other relatives so I was put in foster care and they found me someone to stay with pretty quickly.  They were a nice couple, but that didn’t matter to me.  I treated them horribly. My grades fell and I got into trouble at school all the time.  The Matthews were patient with me for a while, knowing what I’d been through. But that changed three years later when I stole five hundred dollars from them and used some of that money... to buy drugs.  I hung around some older kids at the playground and heard them say that grass made everything go away. And it did. That first smoke took away everything I could have had. Things got steadily worse and the Matthews put me into counseling, but there was nothing wrong with me, at least that’s what I thought.  I was passed on to one therapist after another, finally given up for a lost cause when I was sixteen.  I ran away from home and they never found me.”  She shrugged. “Probably never even looked.”

“That’s an awful thing to have happened to you, but it still doesn’t explain...”

“That was just the first chapter, Erin and the easiest one to tell.  After that I went to hell and didn’t pull myself out, until two years ago.  I ran away to New York and did what so many kids did to survive. When I was eighteen, I met up with this dealer named Johnnie. He took a liking to me, but never tried to sleep with me. Not that I minded, I was so tired of doing that. Anyway, I became a runner for him, but I never used, except for the marijuana, but I even stopped that.  He told me that the smart ones, the ones who make all the money, stay clean. After three years I became a very rich woman and branched out into gambling. I flaunted my wealth and they flocked around me like starving lions on a fresh kill.  Before it never mattered to me, men or women, as long as they had money.  But when I could start making my own choices, I found that my tastes ran to the female persuasion.”  Jamie visibly shuddered with her next words.  “Sandy was the first person I ever chose to sleep with. We became inseparable, but for different reasons.  I liked walking into parties with a gorgeous young woman on my arm. She kept my over inflated ego well stroked, not to mention other things.”  Jamie scowled at the sound of her own sickening words and the thought of what each syllable was doing to Erin’s perception of her. But the author needed the complete truth.  “One day she told me she loved me, right out of the blue.  I laughed in her face and said she was being stupid. I didn’t want to be loved. I just wanted something constant. She just kept hounding me, begging me to say I loved her, whether I meant it or not. She wouldn’t give up, so I had to do something drastic.”  The knuckles on Jamie’s hands began to turn white as she squeezed them in anger at what she was about to reveal.  “I set her up. She came to my place and found me with another woman. I looked at the tears in her eyes and laughed. She ran out of the house and straight into the path of an oncoming car. I stood there looking at her bleeding body and it hit me that I really did care for her. She had been important to me, but I didn’t see it.”

“Jamie, you don’t have to say anymore,” Erin whispered with tight emotion.

“Yes, I do. I want you to know everything.”  She paused before starting again.  “The only way I could cope with her death was with anger, the same way as with my parents.  A year later I met another woman, who was just as angry as I was.  So we shared our anger and as time went on, the rage seemed to lessen for both of us. I still wasn’t in love, had no clue what love was.  But she did or so she said. She said I saved her. You can guess how glad I was to hear that,” Jamie said sarcastically. “If I couldn’t be saved, I sure as hell didn’t want to help anyone else. I was very selfish,” she chuckled. “I tried to be calm about it and explain that I didn’t feel that way about her. I didn’t want to hurt her like I had hurt Sandy...but I did.  I came home one afternoon and Ellie was there. She had her back to me and I didn’t see what she had in her hand.  She said she had to ask me one more time if I could ever love her. I said no. She turned around, put the gun to her head and pulled the trigger.”

The hollow pain in Jamie’s voice as she whispered the final words, unleashed the tears that streamed down Erin’s face. “Jamie, I’m so sorry that you had to go through all of that. And I do understand now. I really do, but that doesn’t change anything for me. You are not that same person.  You got past that anger, but you are still denying yourself. I know you feel something for me. We have a connection. Don’t run from this because of things that happened in the past.”

“I caused those things, Erin! I ended two women’s lives because I was poison!”  

“No! You were scared, because you had been alone all that time. You were just afraid to get close. But you are not that woman anymore.  What happened to Sandy was an accident, a tragic accident and Ellie had to have had severe emotional problems, problems that you weren’t equipped to deal with. But you didn’t kill them.” 

“If I had just tried they wouldn’t be dead now.”

“No! You can’t say that!  Those relationships couldn’t have worked, no matter what the circumstances. You just weren’t meant to be together. But we are and I know you feel it and I know you’re still afraid, but we can get through this together.”

Jamie stared at the face of reason. But Erin’s words weren’t enough to erase the past.  She caressed a soft cheek and smiled. “You are so beautiful Erin. It would be so easy to fall in love with you. But I can’t let that happen because I don’t know how to love.  You were already hurt because of me and I won’t let that happen again.”

Erin covered the hand on her face. “Do you believe that I love you?”

“I believe you love the parts of me that you can see. But I can’t let you see the rest and it’s not fair for you to love only half a person.”

Erin pulled away from the touch and stood in frustration. “How dare you presume to know what I see! I may be blind, but I see so much more than you do. And what’s not fair is for you to prejudge me, because of what they did and it’s not fair to take my choice away from me about who I want to love.”

Jamie dropped her weary head. “Maybe I’m still being selfish, just trying to protect myself.  But that’s the only thing I know how to do,” she admitted, sadly.

Erin moved away from the confused woman.  “You said that Simeron Noah saved your life; that she gave you hope and made you feel alive. Well I am Simeron Noah. Everything she thought, everything she felt was from me. A fictional character, on a page, in a book, can’t love you, but I can...I do. You have a hell of a long life to live yet Jamie and so do I. I don’t want either one of us doing it alone. If you walk away from me, that’s exactly what will happen. You don’t deserve that, no matter what you may think and neither do I.  Because I will never just settle for another relationship, you’re it for me.  My soul knows it... and so does yours.”  Erin gave a sigh of resignation. “I am not trying to guilt you into loving me.  That’s what they did. I just want you to open up your heart because that’s what you need.  You have been alone for too long. You don’t have to worry Jamie, I’m a stable person and I won’t harm myself, because life is to precious to just give up.  But how you live that life is most certainly your decision.” She finally turned to face the woman she loved. “Simeron Noah had the courage to live her life and so can you.”

That abyss of silence was back as it had been a week earlier.

“Would you say something please?” begged Erin.

“I heard everything you said.  But I don’t have the courage of Simeron Noah.  I’m not sure if I have any at all.  I need some time to find out.  Can you give me that time...please?”

“Yes.”

Jamie got up from the couch and moved toward the door. “I’m sorry.  I’m gonna...go now.” The cool twilight air blew in as Jamie opened the door. “Goodbye Erin.”

Tears slipped, once again, from unseeing eyes as she heard the word good-bye instead of goodnight.

On heavy legs, Jamie went down the stairs to her car. She reached for the door handle, but pulled back. Her mind was definitely not able to concentrate, so trying to control a several thousand pound machine, along a darkened road, was a very bad idea. She headed back toward the beach. The normally, calming sounds did nothing to ease the turmoil rolling in her heart. The pictures of her tragically dead lovers played across her mind, but while they were once vivid, they now seemed to pale just a little every time she thought of them. If only my guilt would fade away with them, she thought.

“It was not your fault. It was not your fault.”  The author’s words began to echo through her head and embedded themselves in her soul.  Maybe I wasn’t directly responsible, but...

“You had been alone...alone...alone”

Jamie looked down and watched, as her bare feet, dug into the lose sand, with every step that carried her farther away from her future.  Her life started playing out before her eyes. The few short years with her parents brought a smile, albeit a sad one.  Next came the times with the Matthews, when she could have changed what was about to happen, if she had let them help, like they begged to.  She saw them shake their heads, in shame, at her behavior. 

The busy, dirty New York streets brought nothing but misery to her spirit. 

The drugs, the users, the takers. 

The years she spent hating.  What did I hate?  Myself.

There was the guilt again, but then the words, it was not your fault; it was not your fault.  The confused layers of her soul fought for dominance, causing her heart to race.

The beautiful smile, the gentle soul. 

A walk in a peaceful garden, a race on horseback across a green meadow. 

A thunderstorm, shaking, shivering, pleading, holding, caring. 

A declaration, a rejection, a fall...a realization.

“I love you Jamie. I love you Jamie.” God, I want to, I want to!  The farther she got down the beach, the harder it became to breathe.  Jamie stopped and raised her head to the darkened sky.  “Please help me!” she begged. There was a tightening in her chest. Her first thought was that she was having a heart attack. Maybe this is my punishment for the past. She turned back in the direction of the beach house and was assaulted by another gripping pain. Jamie closed her eyes and dropped to her knees, a stunning picture of the beautiful author and her brilliant smile filled every ounce of her being. Jamie exhaled a huge breath and it was over.

Erin stepped from the bathroom, after washing away the tears that had threatened to drown her. She couldn’t be angry with Jamie, because she truly understood the soul-destroying spiral she had gotten caught up in. But Erin had longed to be able to reach the troubled spirit. She had tried every action and every word she knew.  She’d always thought true love would win over the greatest of odds.

The emotional emptiness she felt was soon joined by a total lack of energy.  Erin dropped down onto the couch she had recently shared with the greatest friend she had ever known. Her hand absently drifted over and rested on the vacated space.  I will not cry again, she told herself.  I will...  Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. A tiny flicker of hope sprang to life, but she was careful to keep it in check.  A faithful, Artemis followed her to the door. She did something very dangerous for a blind person or a sighted person, she opened the door without asking who it was, but her throat was too constricted. She opened it just slightly, but the visitor said nothing. A fragrance assailed Erin’s senses and she slowly pulled the door open the rest of the way. And she found her voice. “Did you forget something?” she asked, shakily.

“Yes,” said Jamie, as she stepped inside the house. “I forgot to do this.”

Two gentle hands caressed the sides of Erin’s face as Jamie closed the distance between their bodies and their souls. Their lips came together in a kiss that spoke of tenderness and heartfelt love. But soon a wave of passion crashed over them, rivaling the surf meeting the shore, just outside. A need for air drove them apart, but strong arms pulled the blonde head to her shoulder, which once held the weight of a thousand guilty consciences, but was now free. Both held on tight for fear of losing...everything.

“Please share your courage with me,” Jamie pleaded in a whisper, against a delicate ear.  “I want to be with you. But I need your help.”  She pulled back and wiped away a tear on the beautiful face before her.

Erin took the hand in hers and placed a kiss on the palm. “Everything I have and everything I am, is yours. We will do this together.”

Jamie gently rested her forehead against the blonde’s. “I do love you Erin.”

“I love you, too.”

The door was closed and two clinging bodies made their way inside. Jamie perched herself in the corner of the overstuffed sofa and she pulled the petite blonde to lie against her. “I meant what I said, I will try my hardest to make this work.”

“I believe you,” said Erin, as she reached up to kiss a salty cheek. “Most of all, we just need to talk, about everything.  Whatever you’re feeling, whatever you need to know, please just talk to me. There is nothing we can’t work through if we both talk and listen.” She felt the dark head nod her agreement.

“But I don’t want to talk about anymore of that heavy stuff tonight...okay?”

Erin smiled. “That’s fine. I think we’re both to drained to do that anyway.”

A comfortable silence ensued as two hearts came to beat in sync.

The clock on the end table had ticked away an hour, before they knew it. The dog had already called it a night and had stretched out on the brown rug in the corner, sensing her services wouldn’t be needed for some time.

Jamie couldn’t see the clock because of the angle, so she pulled her left arm up to check the watch on her wrist. Her right arm was currently making slow trips up and down a well muscled back. “It’s late sweetheart.”

Erin smiled at the term of endearment. “I don’t want you to drive home this late. Besides,” She gave a little extra squeeze to the waist she was curled around. “...I’m comfortable right where I am. Will you stay and hold me?”

Jamie returned the hug.  “That sounds good to me.”

The smell of fresh brewing coffee woke Jamie from her dreamless state. Slipping back into her jeans, having slept in her t-shirt, Jamie followed the aroma to its origins. 

The author stood in the bright blue and yellow kitchen, slicing bread for the toaster.  Jamie stopped in the doorway, leaned her head against the frame and appraised her new love.  Please don’t let me hurt her, she prayed. Although she had hardly made a sound, she knew Erin’s sensitive hearing had detected her the moment she reached the kitchen door, maybe even before.

Jamie’s bare feet glided across the stone tiles of the kitchen floor.  She slid both arms across the green silk robe Erin was wearing and came to rest on a flat stomach. “Good morning,” she said, with an almost chaste kiss to the author’s cheek. She noticed that Erin was having trouble maneuvering the knife because of her bandaged wrist.  “Can I help with that?” While not completely taking over the job, she merely covered the author’s small hands and helped guide the cutting implement through the tan colored bread. Once several pieces were cut, they both dropped four slices into the toaster.

Erin turned inside the circle of comforting arms.  “Morning yes,” she said. “...but not good just yet. One thing I should have warned you about is how demanding I can be.” 

Her teasing smile warmed Jamie’s healing heart. “How so?” she asked, playing along.

“Well, the first thing I expect every morning, without fail, is a proper good morning kiss. And I’m afraid to say that that peck on the cheek ain’t gonna qualify.” She shook her head. “Un, un sorry.”

“Well, now can I have a second chance?”

“Most assuredly. You can have seconds as many times as you want.”  The wordsmith’s double meaning was not lost on the tall chauffeur. 

The long, slow, deep kiss that followed left both craving much more. Erin finally pulled back. “Great morning,” she said breathlessly.

They continued to revel in their closeness until the toast popped up.

Erin reached around for a tanned piece and handed it to Jamie. “Why don’t you start with that. Then you can use the shower first, while I make you breakfast.”

“I have a better idea,” said Jamie. “Why don’t you go on and shower. I’ll wait till I get home. I don’t have any clean clothes to put on anyway. And I’ll fix you breakfast.”

“I thought you didn’t know how to cook.”

“Well, I might have exaggerated a tiny bit.  I can do scrambled eggs.”  Jamie placed a quick kiss to the button nose in front of her. “So, you go get wet and we’ll have breakfast when you get done.”

“Okay. I’ll only a few minutes.”

Jamie raided the refrigerator for the eggs, butter and milk; a jar of strawberry jam also caught her eye. A bowl, frying pan, plates and utensils soon rested along side the food on the blue countertop.  A sudden thought hit her. Wow, this is the first time I’ve anticipated making a meal.  Maybe that’s because I’m doing it for someone else. I’m sharing it with someone else. But not just someone else, someone I love.  The ringing phone snapped her from her reverie.

“Could you grab that,” Erin shouted, from down the hall.

“Yeah, I got it. Hello.”

 There was a pause, the caller not expecting to hear any other voice. “Hello is this the Casey residence?”

“Yes it is, but she can’t come to the phone right now.”

Another pause.  “Jamie, is that you?” asked a surprised Bridgett.

Shoot Jamie thought with a grimace. “Yes...it’s me...I...”

“Who is it?” asked the towel-clad author, as she stepped up beside the tall woman.

Jamie turned to the sight of a beautiful bare shoulder, causing her train of thought to derail.  “Oh...it’s...a...your, your sister,” she stuttered.

“Thanks.” Erin took the phone, unaware of the flustered state she’d put her friend into.

Jamie stepped into the kitchen to avoid temptation, but her ears stayed tuned.

“Good morning sis,” Erin said cheerfully.

“Well, you certainly sound in a much better mood than the last time I talked to you. And what is Jamie doing there this early in the morning?”

Erin sighed. “Bridgett, don’t start that protective stuff again. And to answer your question, we talked really long into the night and I didn’t want her driving all the way back to the city that late.”

“I guess you two worked out what ever it was you were fighting about then.”

“We weren’t fighting, Bridgett. It was a misunderstanding and yes everything has worked out for the best. She is happy and so am I. Now is that the only reason you called, to check up on me?”

“No, actually Mom and Dad got back yesterday and they want to have a family dinner tonight. That is to say, Dad wants to take us out to dinner, just the four of us.  He said he had something to tell us. Oh and it’s a semi-formal occasion.”

Erin turned in the direction of the kitchen, thinking about the cook.

Bridgett heard her sister’s hesitation. “Come on Erin, you don’t want to disappoint Daddy.” 

Daddy is going to be disappointed in me anyway, thought Erin. “Okay, can you pick me up about three?”

“I’ll be there. Tell Jamie I said bye. See ya later.”

Erin hung up the phone and went back to her bedroom without a word.

Jamie was just scooping out two helpings of eggs, when the blonde came in wearing blue shorts and a white t-shirt.  “Right on time,” said Jamie, setting the plate down in front of her. “Your eggs are at twelve o’clock and your toast and jam is at six.  OJ top left and coffee, top right.”

Erin was momentarily stunned.  “How did you know...?”

“Well, I did some research this past week. I missed your evening calls, so I spent a lot of time at the library on the Internet, reading about how you handle everyday situations. Kinda made me feel closer to you,” she said sheepishly.

Holding out a hand and taking the one returned, Erin said, “That is so sweet. Thank you.  And just so you know, that really shows me how much you care about me.”  She squeezed her hand.  “You do know how to love, Jamie.  Just listen to your heart, that’s really all there is to it.”

Jamie studied the smiling face, but couldn’t stave off the blush that crept up her neck.  “We’d better eat before it gets cold.”  After accepting a compliment on the food, Jamie asked, “Is everything okay with your sister?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t it be?”

“She didn’t sound to thrilled to hear me answer the phone.”

Erin waved a hand in the air. “She’s just being Brig. I’ve learned to just go with it and not argue to much.  My life is my life.”

Jamie cautiously broached another, possibly touchy subject. “Are you afraid of how your family will react to us? I mean do they even know you’re gay?”

“No, they don’t know. I never intentionally hid it from them; the subject just never came up. The only time I dated...women, was when I was in college and a couple of thousand miles away from my family.”

“You don’t want them to know about us then?” Jamie tried to hide the disappointment, but at the same time she understood

“Hey, I love you and I’m proud to love you,” said Erin.  “And I want the world to know I love you. But I don’t think my family will handle the news well, especially my father.  It has nothing to do with you. Just my being gay will be the only issue. I would like to wait a while before we tell them, only because I don’t want to deal with them right now.  I want to be able to put my full attention on us and to nurturing this relationship.” She was greeted by silence. “Jamie will you talk to me. I can’t see what your face is saying.”

“I’m sorry. Yes, I understand and I agree.”

“Really?”

Jamie moved around the table and responded with a kiss. “Really.”  Jamie gathered the dirty dishes, while Erin got up and poured herself another cup of coffee.

“Jamie.”

“Yes.”

“I kind of.... I mean I can’t see you tonight. I agreed to have dinner with my family. Dad said it was important.”

Two strong arms staked their claim on the petite body.  “Well, I am very disappointed in that, but I have to work anyway. So, you have a good time with your family tonight and we’ll spend tomorrow together.”

Erin smiled.  “Could we go back to the ranch?”

“Of course.  I’m sure Teegan will be ready and waiting for us.”

“Do you have anything to do until you have to leave for work?”

“Nope, what did you have in mind?”

“Could I ask a favor?”

“Always.”

“Well I need to go to the grocery. Bridgett usually takes me on Saturday, but with going out tonight, she’ll be too busy.”

“Your chauffeur is happy to drive you anywhere, Madame.”  

The trip to the grocery store proved very entertaining, especially when Jamie managed to sneak in, among the fresh fruits and vegetables, two cartons of ice cream and a jar of maraschino cherries, which would be put to a test, at a date not to far in the future.

The ride back to the beach house was filled with laughter and song as they tuned in to the all 80’s radio station and bopped to the memories.

With all the groceries put away, with their Braille labels attached and in the proper order, Jamie announced that it was 2:30 and she should leave before Bridgett arrived.

With a short, but sweet kiss, Jamie left her new love standing in the kitchen.

“Jamie, wait!”

The dark haired woman stopped at the front door. “Yeah, what is it, sweetheart?”

“It’s just...” Erin paused. “I’m afraid...”

Jamie took two steps back inside, took the author’s hand in hers and finished the other woman’s thought. “That when I leave, you’ll never hear from me again.”

A head, filled with shame, nodded.

Jamie poured everything her soul had to offer into a thorough kiss.  “Erin, my heart loves you more than anything I’ve ever felt before. I’m sorry I tried so hard to deny it.  And my brain might sometimes not know how to show it, but I promise you, I do want to try.” She pulled the body to hers and squeezed with desperation. “But I will take my own life before I hurt you.”

The blonde head jerked away and startled Jamie.  “Don’t say that!  Jamie, in any relationship there is the risk of getting hurt. That’s the price we pay for being human and having emotions. But we also get tremendous rewards by feeling this incredible thing called love, the ultimate emotion. Don’t anticipate that we won’t work out and I’ll be hurt. Just live one moment at a time.”

“Okay.” Jamie brought both of the smaller woman’s hands to her mouth and kissed the back of each one. “So, don’t doubt that I’ll be back.  I love you and I will call you in the morning and we will have a whole day of those precious moments.”

Chapter 10

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