Mountain Moonlight (24 page)

"I mean to send her something from Davis and me, too," she said. "I thought maybe a wool shawl. I've seen some colorful ones in the stores back home."

"Sounds like something she could use. Send the shawl
to me and I'll see she gets it."

He watched Vala's deftness with admiration as she wrapped the box in the gold paper he'd bought and affixed the gold elastic bow.

"I made some cheese sandwiches to bring with us on the plane," she said, "in case the food turns out to be as bad as it usually is."

"Good idea. Someday someone's going to make a mint putting up box lunches to take aboard. My favorite would be smoked salmon, homemade brown bread with a cream cheese spread and an apple turnover."

She smiled. "Pricey, but delicious, I'll admit."

He could tell her smile was forced and he longed to wrap his arms around her and never let her go. But if he touched her, he was none too sure what might happen.

"I'll load the bags into the car," he said.

Vala watched him go out. So far she'd managed to act in a reasonably adult manner and she hoped she could keep it up at least until she was aboard the jet. Davis would be feeling bad, too, so he shouldn't be too upset to see her cry.

Her son, though, seemed to be taking this departure far better than she. He actually seemed to be more excited than sad. Come to think of it, he had enjoyed the flight here-- his first--and so maybe he was anticipating being on the jet, even though he didn't want to leave Arizona. He also had something to look forward to in a few weeks when the kitten arrived.

She had nothing.

Damn it, why was she going away from Bram without ever telling him how she felt? What was the harm in admitting her love for him now that he didn't have to feel embarrassed about not reciprocating? She nodded. At the last minute, just before she had to get on the plane, she'd tell him. Whisper it in his ear along with her goodbye.

She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, feeling not quite so depressed.

There was the usual traffic at the airport, the hassle of parking and getting a redcap to check the bags she and Davis weren't carrying on, but Bram handled it all with speed and dispatch. She should have known he would. He handled everything well.

They were in good time, but not so early as to have to stand around too long. No glitches occurred--quite the contrary. At the airline counter they honored her return tickets, upgrading them to first class, confirmed the noon departure and even offered an apology for the delay.

Finally, they arrived at the gate. She'd thought maybe they wouldn't let Bram through, but that didn't happen. He set down her carry-on bag and took her hands in his.

"I wish we could avoid being apart," he said.

So did she, but found she couldn't say so even after swallowing to try to rid herself of the lump in her throat. She was vaguely conscious that Davis had moved a ways off, through still keeping an eye on them, but that didn't matter. Nothing mattered except having to leave Bram.

"I have a secret to tell you." Bram's voice seemed to come from a long way off and it took her a minute to understand what he was saying.

"A secret?" she mumbled.

Ignoring the people around them he leaned closer and whispered into her ear. "This is my secret, one that only you know. I love you. Will you come back and marry me?" Stunned, Vala repeated his words in her mind, hardly believing she'd heard right.

He loved her.

"I--I love you, too," she stammered in a half-whisper, barely able to speak.

"Does that mean you'll marry me?" His warm breath stirred her hair as he whispered the words into her ear.

She clung to him, scarcely able to breathe and raised up so he could hear her whisper, "Oh, yes. Heavens, yes."

Bram held her away, grinning at her.

She smiled back, happiness surging through her.

And then he kissed her. The world went away, she was conscious of nothing but Bram until someone tugged at her jacket and Davis's voice said, "Mom, they're announcing that the first-class passengers can board now. That's us."

Bram let her go, enveloped Davis in a bear hug and thrust a small velvet box into her hand. In a blur of movement she somehow got aboard the jet with Davis, found the right seat and got her bag stowed.

"What did he give you?" Davis asked.

She looked down at the red velvet box she was holding and slowly, carefully pried up the lid. A diamond set in
t
he center of a cluster of sapphires winked up at her.

"Whoa, that's a way cool ring, Mom. You gonna put it on?"

As she slid the ring onto her left fourth finger, discovering it fit perfectly, reason began to return. This was an engagement ring. She was going to marry Bram. And she was going to have to explain this to Davis. After a moment's thought, she decided a blunt statement was the way to go.

The attendant came by and reminded her to fasten her seatbelt. Noting that Davis already had his on, she buckled hers, then turned to him.

He spoke before she could begin. "So, how soon are you guys gonna get married?"

Vala gaped at him. "I didn't think you could possibly have overheard us in the waiting room," she said finally.

Davis grinned. "I didn't."

"Then how--?

"You know when Bram and me took a walk in the back yard this morning? What I did was tell him the end of the Wind Dancer story--the one Pauline told me. That's what she said I had to do before we left Arizona."

Vala recalled that before they left Pauline's cabin, the old woman had taken Davis aside to tell him something and he'd promised he wouldn't forget.

"Pauline said you two needed a push to reach the right decision and that I was the one who had to do it. She'd already told me all of the Wind Dancer story, so I knew how it ended, but you guys didn't 'cause I wasn't supposed to let on till I could tell that you needed a push. Mostly Bram, 'cause the man's supposed to do the asking."

Vala shook her head in amazement. "Do I get to hear the end of that story?"

"Sure. Wind Dancer, changed into Hummingbird, whispered secret love words in his bride's ear. On account of that, the Ndee believe a man who loves a woman and wants to marry her has to whisper a secret in her ear or else she won't ever be his bride. That's what I told Bram this morning. He's Ndee, so he understood. And it's a good thing I did what Pauline said, otherwise you guys never would have gotten around to it."

Unsuccessfully blinking back tears, Vala leaned over and kissed her son on the cheek.

"Hey, you're not supposed to cry, you're supposed to be happy," he said.

"Sometimes people cry when they're very, very happy," she told him. "Like me right now."

"That's good then. 'Cause I'm happy, too. Bram likes me as much as he does you, except in a different way. He told me that this morning. He said getting me as his son would be the best wedding present in the world."

Bram's beaming smile made Vala's tears flow faster.

The attendant, passing by, asked if she was all right. Tears running down her cheeks, unable to speak, Vala held out her left hand to show her engagement ring.

"My mom's okay," Davis said. "She's crying 'cause she's happy. I guess it's one of the things I got to learn about women."

Chapter  16

A year later, in Arizona, Vala and Bram were curled up together on the couch in the living room one evening, watching Zorro attack his mother's tail and making bets as to how soon Sheba would give him a smack.

"She's got more patience than I have," Vala said.

Bram didn't answer and she saw that he had his head cocked to one side, as if listening.

"What's wrong?" she asked. "Do you hear the baby?" Their daughter had been born prematurely and, though she was thriving now, Vala couldn't help worrying about her.

"Nope. Sounds to me like Davis is talking to someone." Listening, Vala heard a low sing-song. "It's more like he's telling a story. But who to?"

They looked at one another and nodded, rose and headed for the nursery, making no noise with their bare feet. Three-month-old Letty Hunter lay in her bassinet, her dark eyes fixed on Davis who was standing beside it, telling his baby sister a story.

"And so Quo-Qui, the littlest boy of the Ndee, the one they'd always laughed at, saved his people by his cleverness," he finished. Reaching into the bassinet, he touched Letty's hand and she curled hers around his forefinger.

"I like you, too," Davis said softly. "It doesn't matter that you got born too soon and so you're really, really tiny. That's why I told you about Quo-Qui, so you'd hear something good about being small. I'm your big brother and I'll always take care of you."

Letty made a tiny sound, more a squeak than anything else.

"Pretty soon you'll get bigger and then I'll take you for rides in your stroller," he went on. "Maybe I can show you a roadrunner, then, 'cause that's what Quo-Qui changed into. But even if you never do get real big, you don't need to worry about being small. Like the story says, the littlest will triumph in the end. Just ask me. I know."

Bram and Vala glanced at one another and she saw the tears in her eyes were reflected in his. They tiptoed away and embraced in the hall, holding tightly to each other.

Love might not cure all ills, but it lit up every moment of their lives as brightly as the Arizona sun.

The End

About The Author

Jane Toombs, the Viking from her past and their calico grandcat, Kinko, live on the south shore of Lake Superior in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula wilderness. Here they enjoy refreshing Springs, beautiful Summers, colorful Falls and tolerate miserable Winters. Jane is edging toward ninety with her published books and has over twenty-five novellas and short stories to her credit. She’s been published in every genre except men’s action and erotica, but paranormal is her favorite. She’s a member of a closed twelve author promo group called Jewels Of The Quill, where she’s “Dame Turquoise”

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