Beyond the Quiet: Romantic Thriller (11 page)

Chapter Twelve

I showed Terry into the living room, but when I walked into the kitchen to
make coffee, he trailed behind.

Instantly I tensed
and regretted inviting him in.

Mac had loved sitting at the table on his days off, watching me, making
helpful
suggestions. No matter if I was chopping an onion or washing dishes, he always suggested a better way. And I actually tried. I thought him so wise, so mature, that’d I set about doing my task his way, usually taking three times as long, and, I realized now, resenting every minute.

Now, aware of Terry in the kitchen, I bustled around, making coffee, setting the table for donuts. I finally glanced at him. He was watching me, but the look in his eyes was far from critical. His message was one of appreciation, of desi
re. I almost dropped the plate.

He took a big bite of his caramel-nut roll, then drank about half of his coffee. “Delicious. I just knew you’d make great coffee.”

Simple words, but I suddenly felt glorious. Pulling up a chair next to him, I helped myself to a cinnamon roll.

“S
o how did you find me?”

“My best friend’s a cop. I badgered him until he found you.”

My mouth dropped open.

“I know, among other things,” he went on, looking quite pleased with himself, “how old you are, where you were born, and how old you were when you got married.”

I rose. “Are you out of your mind? Get out. Just leave—right now.”

Terry had risen with me, all joviality gone. “I’m sorry. I guess I do sound like a nu
t. But please, let me explain.”

“How dar
e you? What gave you the right—”

“I had to find you, Lisa. While I’d love to bring flowers and candy and wait until you decide to see me, I can’t a
fford the time.”

And then, before I could say another word, he cradled my f
ace in his hands and kissed me.

I should have slapped him, I suppose, or pushed him away. But I’d never been kissed that way before. Instead of plunging his tongue into my mouth, he was so tender, caressing my lips with his so lightly, so delicately that I almost wasn’t sure he was touching me. Then he ran his tongue over my bottom lip and gently sucked it.
Every nerve in my body ignited.

When he drew back, I learned toward him, almost panting, wanting more. But suddenly, I realized what I was doing and was horrified. How could I let myself get so out of control? Legs trembling, I pushed out of his arms and slid onto my chair.

Terry knelt beside me and slipped one arm around my waist, another around my shoulders, pulling my head to his chest.

“I have to be with you, Lisa,” he said. “I have to touch you. I don’t come alive until I’m with you.”

I didn’t resist. His arms felt so good that for once, I let my defenses down and rested my head on his chest, content to bask in the warmth of him, so close that I could hear his heart beating. I felt safe. Secure. His embrace was a sanctuary I’d never known before.

After all those years of marriage, why h
adn’t I felt that way with Mac?

After a few quiet moments, I moved out of Terry’s embrace. “You keep saying something about the lack of time. Now I want to know everything.”

Hand in hand, we went into the living room and sat together on the sofa. Mac’s sofa. The one he’d insisted on buying even though it was far too large for the room.

“I don’t know a thing about you,” I told Terry. “I have no idea what you do for a living, if you have brothers or sisters, or even if you have a criminal record. I know nothing, yet I’ve invited you into my home
, let you kiss me. That doesn’t say much for me.”

Terry smiled and stroked my cheek, gently, tenderly. “Those big eyes
of yours say everything I need to know, so I guess it’s only fair that you should know about me.” He settled back in the soft cushion. “When I was a kid,” he began, “I loved the big red fire trucks. Like a lot of boys, I’d run outside whenever I heard the sirens, just hoping I’d get to see one up close. It was only natural that I decided to be a fireman.”

“You? A fireman?”

“What? You don’t think I’d dash into a burning building to save a gerbil?” He placed his hand over his heart. “You wound me. I’ll have you know I performed heroic feats every day. My peers were astounded.”

I laughed. “I bet they were astounded.”

“Oh, my lady, you laughed. My joy knows no bounds.”

What was it about this man, what special quality did he possess that made me feel so free? And happy? I couldn’t remember the la
st time I’d felt like laughing.

“Believe it or not,” he said, “I retired as fire chief.”

“Actually, I do believe you. I think you’re capable of anything.”

He groaned and folded me into his arms. “Oh, Lisa, let me into your life, le
t me love you. I need you so...”

That was when Terry began to talk about his marriage, and I listened, but something was nagging at me. I felt myself drifting, growing more uncomfortable with each moment.

“And I was content to live the rest of my life with her,” he said, “resigned to knowing I’d never experience true love or desire. Until I saw you.”

I strained to hear every word, but I found myself squ
irming. What was wrong with me?

Terry clasped my hand in his and I suddenly realized the problem. We were sitting on the sofa on which Mac had lived out the last few months of his life, the one piece of furniture that, since his death I’d retreated to when
I needed to feel his presence.

Sliding my hand from Terry’s, I got to my feet. “This isn’t right. I can’t do this here.”

“Is it something I did?” Terry asked, clearly puzzled.

I shook my head.
“It’s not you. It’s the sofa.”

“
The sofa?
”

“This sofa was Mac’s.” I explained my husband’s illness and the last few months of his life. “We can’t be together on this sofa. It sounds crazy, but
I feel like I’m betraying him.”

“I’m so sorry you had to
go through that. And I can’t do anything to change his death. But the sofa? That I can fix. It’s simple. I’ll simply move to the chair.” He moved to the wing chair and sat down. “Better?”

I nodded, but
I was still feeling miserable.

“Look,” he said, leaning forward, resting his elbows on his thighs, “you’ve been through a lot in the past couple of years. Let yourself grieve for your husband, the life you had with him. I’m not trying to take that away.”

With those words, everything about Mac’s illness, Shanna’s attitude, and my lack of funds came pouring out.

“Oh, honey,” he said when I’d run out of words, “I wish I could help.” He crossed to me and lifted me to my feet and just held me close to him. He seemed in no hurry, made no demands. I rested against him, loving the pleasure of simply being held.

After a few moments I broke away and Terry took the chair again. “I know you’re vulnerable right now. I don’t want to take advantage or force you into something you’re not ready for, but let me just be with you. I’ll be happy with anything that’s left.”

“But I have so much to do. And I need to find out about the money,” I added, going on to tell him what had happened at the bank.

“Why not go to the cops? I bet my friend could help.”

I’d never considered the police because Stan had helped me to understand that technically, a crime had
not been committed.

“I appreciate the offer, but I’m not sure what I’ll do.” I rose. “Let’s have some coffee. I could do with a shot of caffeine right now.” After we were settled again at the table and I’d helped myself to
another donut, I felt better.

“Now I want to hear why you keep saying you don’t have time.” I sat back, expecting him to tell me something about aging hormones, that he wanted a chance to sample wild, extramarital sex while he could still function—although the thought of wild sex with me was laughable.

“I have
Huntington’s disease,” he said in a rush, “or Huntington’s Chorea, a muscle disease that will eventually rob me...” He choked up a moment. “Eventually it will rob me of every bodily function that makes me human.”

I was stunned. Not Terry, not this vibrant
man so full of life. “Oh, no.”

“But I’m not dead yet, Lisa, and I intend to grab onto life like I never have before.”

The news took my breath away. No wonder he had acted in such an impetuous way. I understood it all now. But what a position for me to be in. If I warmed to him now, would he think it was just pity?

“I’m so sorry,” I said. It was inadequate, but it was all that I could think of to say. “Isn’t there anything that can be done? Science is always coming up with new
cures.”

“The doctor didn’t think so, but I suppose there’s always hope. Even if the worst happens, you don’t have to feel sorry for me. I have five or six good years, maybe more, and now that I’ve found you, they’re going to be happy ones.” He took my hands in his. “I’d rather have a few good years with you than another lifetime of the half-life I’ve lived so far.”

The sincerity in his eyes held me, but how could I accept responsibility for someone else’s life when my own was filled with turmoil?

“God, Terry, you can’t depend on me. I don’t even know where I’ll be living in the next few months much less the next few years. I can’t commit to you or to anything else.”

“You don’t have to commit. I just want to see you, to be near you.”

“Surely, there are other things you want to do in the time you have left. You should find someone who can return all the love you have to give. I don’t think I’m capab
le of that. I never have been.”

“Then something was wrong, because I’ve never known anyone as warm as you.”

Me? Warm? So many times during lovemaking Mac had told me to loosen up, to relax, and I tried so hard to do everything right. But I just couldn’t feel. Frigid, Mac had said over and over again. Passionless.

“Your w
ife,” I asked. “Does she know?”

“I told her when I explained about leaving.”

“How terrible for her.”

“I’m sure it was. I wrestled with that for a long time, but how much of my life am I supposed to sacrifice for someone else? I’ve given her over thirty years. I never strayed, never did much of anything. I hadn’t planned on falling in love, but by some miracle, it happened, and I’m not about to waste the rest of my life. The way I figure it, I finally have a chance at happiness, and by God, I’m going to grab it and not look back.”

***

Grab at happiness? Yes, Terry, I thought after he’d left. Go for it. We don’t always have another chance to follow our heart’s desire, to enter a place in which each second is glorious and our spirit rejoic
es in the wonder of the moment.

Thinking back on my marriage, I wondered if we would have lived differently if we’d known Mac had only a few years left.

Everyone had always thought he was lighthearted and I was the dull, stodgy one. Perhaps so. But not in everything.

After Shanna had married and left home, I’d wanted to sell everything and live a vagabond life in a motor home, to spend time in the wonderful places I’d only heard about or visited in a rush. I longed for leisure time at the ocean, to stroll the wet sand at sunset and feel the water splash my feet. I wanted to listen to the roar of waves and watch them swell and crest, spilling over with white foam, to build a bonfire and roast hot dogs on a stick, and never worry about whether I had chopped onions the right way or had a clean enough kitchen. I wanted to smell the pine forests in Minnesota and feel the snow on my face, to ride on one of the lake pontoons at midnight and witness the glowing reds, blues, and greens of the Aurora Borealis as it swirled in the night sky. There were so many things I had wanted to do and see, but Mac had said it was impractical, that we had built a life in Yucaipa. We’d visit those places
someday
, he told me. So, we had stayed home and paid our bills to own our things.

What a joke on me. I hadn’t been able to do the things I’d wanted and I still didn’t own a damn thing other than my ca
r and some personal possessions.

I felt cheated. And a growing resentment, one I had never before allowed myself to feel. It made me even more determined to discover what my husband thought so important that he’d steal all our savings.

The police might not be able to help, but perhaps a private investigator could. I’d make an appointment first thing in the morning.

After climbing into bed, I relived Terry’s kiss and found myself aroused again. I flushed as though there were something to be embarrassed about. But I’d never reacted this way in my entire life. What was wrong with me? Had I lost my
ability to control my own body?

I wasn’t ready to get involved with anyone right now, and especially not with Terry. He needed someone he could depend on, and God knows, at the moment that wasn’t me.