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Date Posted: 12:36:44 11/18/09 Wed
Author: Lady Morilka
Subject: It is looong, and it took me even longer to finally get to it ;) >>>
In reply to: Page 's message, "And BOOM, he just shows up out of nowhere >>>>>" on 19:16:06 10/29/09 Thu

>Excerpt from Carey On
>©2009 by Juli Morgan
>Posted for purposes of critique only, and does not
>constitute publication
>Steel-gray waves washed up onto the Malibu shoreline,
>breaking into foam that looked like dirty wash water,
>before it slithered back from the sand. The sand
>itself was dark brown and packed with moisture, not
>just where it met the waves, but all the way up to the
>deck of Katie’s house. The rain had begun falling
>during the night, a steady shower that looked as if it
>had settled in for a long stay.
>Katie took another sip of coffee, staring with
>unseeing eyes out the sliding glass doors.
love that image!
Inertia was
>starting to creep back in, and she knew she didn’t
>have the strength to combat it. She hadn't realized
>how much she had counted on Maureen and the children
>to keep it at bay, but their visit had only been a
>plaster over a gaping wound. Even Adam’s visit hadn’t
>helped. His excitement over his new projects had only
>served to play up the differences between his life and
>hers, and when she compared how busy he was to how
>sedentary she’d become, it depressed the hell out of
>her. It had been nice to see him again, but she was
>glad he’d gone. The depression, though, lingered on.
>Talking with Maureen about her plans to take history
>classes at UCLA had pumped up her enthusiasm for
>school, but it had disappeared almost as soon as
>Maureen had left. Why did she need history classes,
>anyway? She'd never use them. Her gaze touched the
>piano in the corner of the living room, her guitar on
>its stand beside the larger instrument. She frowned,
>determined not to go near them again. She'd already
>written enough songs that would never be recorded.
>So, what was she going to do with her life? She
>wanted to be productive, wanted to do more than sit
>around feeling sorry for herself, but at the same
>time, she just didn’t give a shit.
I'm not sure here, does she really give a shit? Than why make plans? I rather would think that she can't get herself to start a concrete thing, which is much more bothering. To want to do something but not to find the energy. JMHO
Pathetic, that’s
>what she was.
>A gull flying close to the deck caught her eye and
>brought her out of her gloomy reverie. She watched it
>on its path across the beach, oblivious of the rain.
>With a sigh, she turned back to the kitchen with a
>vague thought of getting more coffee. It depressed her
>to think the rest of the day stretched out in front of
>her as bleak and uninviting as the sodden sand beyond
>her deck.
What time of day is it? Here it sounds like late morning. but is the talking and thinking really taking up almost 20 hours???
>The soft chime of the doorbell intruded on her
>solitude, and she cast a wary glance toward the front
>door. She wasn’t expecting any more visitors and
>couldn’t imagine who had found their way to her
>hideout. Perhaps if she just ignored the summons of
>the bell, whoever it was would go away.
>The bell sounded again, twice in quick succession, and
>Katie sighed. It appeared she was going to have to
>deal with the unknown presence whether she wanted to
>or not. Leaving her coffee sitting forgotten on the
>counter, she went to the door and peered out the
>peep-hole. The limited view showed her only a
>distorted imaged of a black, soft-sided suitcase and a
>pair of feet clad in brown loafers. Whoever was
>ringing the bell was leaning against the wall of the
>porch, just out of her sight. Irritated, Katie
>unlocked the deadbolt, pulled the door open and faced
>her visitor head on.
>The jolt of adrenaline that shot through her made her
>feel sick. Her muscles turned into liquid fire and the
>rapid, heavy pounding of her heart made her chest
>hurt. Dizzy, she clutched at the door to keep from
>falling to her knees. She wanted to scream and cry and
>laugh at the same time, but her frozen body refused to
>obey any commands, but stood wooden, unable to move.
>Jay turned his head toward her, and she drank in the
>sight of him. The moisture in the air brought out
>curls and waves through his black hair, and her eyes
>traveled with hunger over it, noting the way it
>brushed the shoulders of his wrinkled cream colored
>linen jacket, and rioted across his forehead. The
>touches of gray at his temples brought her up short,
>and she saw his jaw was covered with stubble, his
>forehead was creased with exhaustion, and his hazel
>eyes were dull with sleep.
>She focused on his eyes, and found their piercing
>intensity hadn’t dimmed, sleepy or not. It had been a
>long time since he’d looked at her that way, and his
>gaze held her as tight as if he’d reached out and
>grabbed her with his hands.
>Jay pushed himself away from the stucco wall and stood
>facing her in silence. Someone needed to move, someone
>needed to say something.
Here I would keep in the flow and not start a new sentence.
Someone needed to break this
And than here you could let that trail of with ... To than start a new sentence. I think that would strech the staring at each other until the silence becomes uncomfortabe, even stronger.
but Katie couldn’t make the proper synapses
>fire in her brain to bring her voice back. But she had
>to do something. She couldn’t just let him stand there
>on her small front porch all day.
And herself as well.
>With an immense effort of will, she made her body
>move, and took two steps back, swinging the door wider
>in invitation. Still silent, Jay bent and picked up
>his bag Wasn't it a suitcase before?, and walked past her into the house. Katie
>closed the door and leaned against it for a moment,
>resting her forehead against the cool wood, her mind
>whirling with conflicting thoughts and emotions. How
>had he found her? And what did he want? Whatever it
>was, she wasn’t sure she wanted to know.
>She summoned up a bit of control, and followed him
>into the living room, giddy as she breathed in the
>scent of him, more intoxicating than any man-made
>fragrance ever concocted. He had dropped his bag suitcase? in
>the middle of the living room, and stood in front of
>the fireplace staring at the only object on the
>mantle. The photograph Maureen had taken of Jay and
>Katie just after they were married
On their weddingday? or on a later day? could be both. Is the picture, or the taking of it bescribed before? Otherwise you should make it more clear.
was placed with
>precision, centered over the middle of the fireplace.
>Katie had spent hours contemplating it, wondering how
>the two people depicted had come to such a ludicrous
>end. Looking at it now with fresh eyes,
I think you can leave out the "fresh eyes" here since it is clear that she looks differently at in now since it seemes that their story has not yet come to an end.
she marveled
>at the contrast between the sheer joy on the faces in
>the picture and the matching looks of strain on both
>her face and Jay’s.
>Hoping to diffuse the nervous agitation his sudden
>reappearance had caused, she strove for a normal tone
>of voice. “Coffee?” she offered.
>Jay jumped like a man yanked out of a dream, and
>turned his head toward her. “Yeah, please.”
>She’d forgotten the way his voice seemed to slide over
>her body, touching her in a way that was almost
>physical. Her knees again threatened to give way, but
>she nodded and forced her shaking legs to take her
>into the kitchen. She fumbled a cup out of the
>cabinet, but caught it before it could crash onto the
>tiled floor. Clutching the smooth porcelain to her,
>she bent her head, willing her scattered emotions to
>come to heel. When she thought she had gained enough
>control not to scald herself or Jay with the hot
>coffee, she filled the cup and took it to him.
>He’d taken a seat on the couch, and leaned his head
>against the back. Lines of weariness etched his
>profile, and Katie wondered what had brought him here
>in such an obvious hurry. She pitched her voice low so
>she wouldn’t startle him again. “Here you are.”
>Jay took the cup from her. “Thanks, love.”
I stumble here about that "love" it sounds so casual, too casual for the situation. But that could just be me and my german background, around here we don't call everybody love or honey.
He raised
>his head and took a careful sip. “Ah, that’s good,” he
>Katie stepped across his outstretched legs and sat
>beside him on the couch. She was careful to keep a
>safe distance between them. The shock of seeing him
>was wearing off, and a rising anger was taking its
>place. She tried to swallow it down, and glanced over
>at him. “I don’t want to sound rude, but you look
>really tired.”
>A ghost of a smile touched his face. “Tired doesn’t
>even begin to cover it. I can’t remember the last time
>I slept.”
>Katie bit her lip and struggled to keep her voice calm
>and even. “Do you think you need coffee? I mean…”
>“Yes,” he interrupted. “I need coffee.” His eyes met
>hers. “I hope you have a lot made.”
>“I can make more.” Her words were clipped and short as
>her anger tested the breaking point of her restraint.
>Jay lowered his head and regarded the dark brown
>liquid in his cup. “Look, I realize my showing up like
>this is somewhat of a shock.”
>Katie laughed, a harsh, bitter sound. “Nothing you do
>shocks me anymore, Jay.” She crossed her arms over her
>chest and directed a glare toward the deck. Out of the
>corner of her eye, she saw Jay’s shoulders move in a
>deep sigh before he put his coffee cup on the table.

completly of topic, something here reminded me of the tulips that where planted around the deck, but if she has to wonder her how Jay found here, how could those tulips have been planted by him? Or is my memory frail here?
>“I want us to talk.”
>The statement was innocent enough, but it set Katie
>off like a firecracker. “Well, how bloody thoughtful
>of you! I can’t imagine why you’d think we need to
>talk. You certainly didn’t feel the need to talk a
>year ago when you packed up all your shit and walked
>out on me without a word!”
>Jay’s lips compressed for a moment. “Fine,” he said.
>“Get it out of your system.”
Here I would like to know in what tone he sais that, calm or with gritted teeth?
>“Get it…get it out…” Katie thought the top of her head
>was going to fly off. “How dare you?” She exploded up
>off the couch and glared down at him, fury making her
>feel ten feet tall. “How the fuck dare you come into
>my house after what you’ve done and try to patronize
Love that, ten feet tall, and HER house. That must sting.
>“I’m not patronizing you, Katie.” An obstinate look
>had crept onto his face. “I’m trying to have a decent,
>civil conversation…”
>“Oh, bullshit!” she interrupted. “You’ve had plenty of
>chances to be decent and civil, but this isn’t one of
>them. And as for that, you don’t deserve decent and
>civil. You broke my heart, you son-of-a-bitch! You
>broke it, you mangled it, you stomped on it…” The
>sight of his eyes closing against her tirade and the
>slight shake of his head made her want to shriek.
>“Don’t you try to deny it! You broke my heart and then
>left me there all alone!”
Oh I hate that patient way of shaking ones head, I know it personally and it really is bad ;) Love it, very real
>“I’m not denying it.” He opened his eyes and pinned
>her with a warning look. Once, that look would have
>made her back off and rethink what she was doing, but
>now it only served to enrage her further.
>“You can say it all you want, but when you’re sitting
>there shaking your head ‘no’ to everything I’m
>saying…Fuck you, Jay! Fuck you. I don’t want to talk
>to you.”
>Jay got to his feet and took her upper arm in a tight
>grip. “I don’t give a shit if you want to or not, but
>you’re going to!”
>“Let go of me!” Katie tried to pull away, fighting not
>only his grip, but the resultant flood of emotions at
>his touch, but he only tightened his hold. “You have
>no right to touch me after what you’ve done to me.”
>“I’ve got a news flash for you, babe.” Jay shook her
>arm. “Yours wasn’t the only heart broken!”
>“Oh, boo hoo.” At her cold tone, Jay released her arm,
>and she took three quick steps back. “Who broke your
>“You did.”
Never saw that one coming, great!
>The words penetrated the red haze of anger in her mind
>and rendered her speechless for a moment. She saw the
>hurt in his eyes and took quick action to harden
>herself against it. No way was she going to let him
>play her like that.
>“Impossible,” she spat out. “First of all, you don’t
>have a heart to break. And furthermore, there’s no way
>I broke your heart. You’re the one who left, remember?
>You’re the one who slunk off into the night like a
>coward while I was on tour!”
>“And what about you?” The lines of strain on his face
>became more pronounced, and it was obvious he was
>fighting to keep himself under control. “After I dug
>my head out of my arse and came home, you were nowhere
>to be found.”
Men! lol
>Katie’s mouth dropped open in outrage. “Are you
>fucking kidding me? Did you really think I’d just sit
>around waiting for you to decide to come home?” The
>fact that she had done exactly that for six months
>infuriated her, and she turned her back on him. “I
>know when I’m not wanted.”
>“Not wanted?” His voice came from right behind her,
>and she jumped. She’d forgotten he could move so
>fast. Jay’s hands on her shoulders turned her to face
>him, but she kept her eyes screwed shut. She couldn’t
>risk seeing if he didn’t. More to the point, she
>didn't want him to see the devastating effect his
>touch had on her.
>“Look at me.” His voice was firm. “No, Katie, look at
>me.” He took her chin in his hand and tilted her face
>up. “Please.”
>The desperate plea in his voice brought her to open
>her eyes. The naked, raw emotion she saw on his face
>made her want to cry aloud. The thought of how she’d
>felt when she’d seen that empty closet, though, erased
>any momentary tenderness she might have felt. She
>hardened her features and attempted to shake his
>fingers loose.
>Ignoring her efforts to pull away, he leaned close and
>captured her gaze. “There has never,” he gritted out,
>“never been a day I didn’t want you.” She closed her
>eyes, refusing to be drawn in. “I mean it, Katie. Even
>when I didn’t want to, I did.”
>He meant it, she was sure of it. And, brother, could
>she identify. A small voice whispered in her head,
>telling her that he’d been going through the same hell
>as she for the last year. She felt herself giving in,
>giving up, giving herself back to him. But, oh God,
>could she trust him? Could she be sure he wouldn’t
>just walk out again?
>“No!” His grip loosened with surprise at her
>exclamation, and she jerked away from him. “No, no,
>no! That’s not how it works, Jay. I don’t believe
>“Christ, Katie.” His voice broke. “I’m sorry. There
>aren’t words to tell you how sorry I am for what I
>did. Believe me, you can’t hate me more than I do
>myself. But I want to try and make it right, to make
>it up to you any way I can. What do I have to do?”
>She drew a shuddering breath. Was he kidding? He could
>have himself drawn and quartered; that would be a
>start. A span of years spent prostrate at her feet
>would be another. Tar and feathers, hot oil, a stone
>cell with only bread and water; yeah, that might begin
>to make up for the searing hurt she’d been living with
>all this time. “You can get out and leave me alone.”
>The words dropped like rocks from her mouth, and she
>turned away.
>Silence so deep she could almost feel it stretched out
>between them. She waited to hear the sound of the
>front door opening and then slamming behind him.
>Steeled to hear exactly that, she squeaked in surprise
>when he spoke again.
>“That’s the one thing I can’t do.”
>As his words penetrated her brain, she turned to face
>him again, fire in her eye. “So what’s the plan this
>time? Got some new bit of torture worked out for me?”
> She shook her hair back. “I hate to disappoint you,
>but whatever new ways you’ve come up with to hurt me
>won’t work. There’s not anything you can do to hurt me
>more than you already have.”
>An alarming shade of red crept up his neck and
>suffused his face. “The last thing I want to do…” He
>broke off and took several deep breaths. “I know
>you’re hurt. I fucking know that!” It was becoming
>quite clear to Katie that he was enraged. She’d never
>seen him so angry before, and a quiver of apprehension
>slid down her spine. His eyes had changed from their
>usual piercing hazel to an almost tawny shade. She
>expected to see them glow red any minute. “I came here
>to try and…I’d give anything to…But you won’t even
>fucking tell me what I can do to…Goddamn it!”
That would be too easy, although men have a tendency to ask what they can do instead of thinking up their own ideas. My DH does it all the time if he wants to convince me of something.
>He reached down and seized his half-full coffee cup,
>and Katie expected it to fly across the room to smash
>into something. Instead, he turned and stalked into
>the kitchen, leaving her breathless. Her knees were
>quivering with reaction, and she sank down on the
>raised stone hearth of the fireplace. Her hands rose
>and crossed over her chest, protecting her pounding
>heart. Seeing him like that had shaken her to the
>core. He’d always been the even tempered, calm,
>collected one, bearing her occasional outbursts of
>emotion with equanimity. But it seemed she’d finally
>pushed him to the breaking point.
>She looked up with trepidation as he strode back into
>the living room, a coffee cup in each hand. It was
>obvious he’d made some effort to regain his composure
>during his absence. His eyes were back to hazel, and
>the flush of anger had faded from his face. He sat one
>of the cups on the coffee table.
>“Here. I found it on the kitchen counter. I assume
>it’s yours.” He sat on the couch and crossed his legs.
>“It’s a fresh cup.”
>Coffee. He was sitting there talking about coffee
>after everything that had happened. Katie grabbed her
>temper in both hands and throttled it. She wasn’t
>going to let him get another rise out of her if it
>killed her. Closing her eyes, she concentrated on her
>breathing. When she felt she had her emotions under
>control again, she opened her eyes to find herself
>under intense scrutiny. Jay was looking at her with an
>unwavering stare, his eyes a bit unfocused. Katie bore
>it as long as she could, but she felt her nerves being
>stretched to the breaking point. “What?” she snapped.
>The focus in Jay's eyes sharpened at her exclamation.
>“I'm just looking at you, alright? I'd forgotten how
>lovely you really are.”
>Katie made a rude noise and rolled her eyes. If he
>thought he was going to win her over with flowery
>words and romance-novel sentiments, he had another
>thing coming.
>A muscle jumped in Jay's cheek as he clenched his jaw.
>“Will you kindly stop being so dismissive of
>everything I say? Jesus, Katie, what do you want?”
>“What do I want? I'll tell you what I want.” She
>glared at him. “I want to know why, that's what. I
>want you to tell me what I did that was so horrible
>that you had to just walk out on me without one
>single, solitary, bleeding word of explanation.”
>Jay sighed and ran a hand over his face. “You didn’t
>do anything.”
>The heavy weight of self-doubt and blame she'd carried
>for so long started to lift at his simple statement.
>But it wasn't enough. She deserved an explanation, and
>was determined to get one. “Then why?”
Not sure, but I would get so mad at that, cos he didn't even tell her that or let her know in some way. She has to ask for it, that would irk me like hell.
>He took another sip of coffee and put it next to her
>untouched cup on the table. “I just got in my head
>that…” He cleared his throat. “You didn’t need me
>Her head jerked up and she looked at him in amazement.
>“I’ve heard you say some stupid things before, Jay
>Carey, but that has to be the dumbest one ever!”
>He shrugged, betraying how uncomfortable he was with
>the conversation. “It’s what I thought. I just
>couldn’t shake it loose. I mean, what the hell did you
>need with a washed-up guitar player, hooked on smack,
>who’d pissed his band away and was watching his
>fortieth birthday speeding toward him? You had the
>world at your feet, clamoring for your records, your
>tours, your interviews.” He sighed. “You didn’t need
>me anymore.”
>“I’ve heard through the grapevine that you’re not
>hooked anymore, but you sure as hell sound messed up
>now.” Katie shook her head with exasperation. “None of
>that shit mattered to me; it never did! I only made
>records because you wanted me to. You seemed so proud
>of me, so I kept doing it, even though I hated it.”
>Frowning at the look in his eye, she tightened her
>lips. “Don’t act so surprised. I told you that years
>ago. This isn't news; you knew it.” She leaned
>forward. “And let me tell you something else. The fact
>that you produced my records is not why I needed you,
>you bleeding idiot! And not because you were a fucking
>rock star, or because you were successful. I needed
>you because I loved you.”
>“Yeah, well. I thought I’d blown that, too.” Jay
>frowned at the cup in his hand.
When did he pick that up again?
“I didn’t love
>myself, and I couldn’t see how you could, either.
>Especially with the way I treated you there toward the
>end.” He sighed, a tired, beat sound that wrenched
>Katie’s heart. “I didn’t want any of my problems to
>affect you, and so I pulled away from you. It was
>never because I didn’t care.”
>Surprised, Katie’s eyes popped open. That was the
>last thing she’d expected to hear. “Bloody fool.”
>Mortified, she clapped her hands over her mouth. She
>hadn’t meant to say it out loud.
>Jay laughed, and looked at her with admiration. “I
>couldn’t have put it any better myself, love. I was a
>bloody fool, but I’m not anymore.” The laughter faded
>from his face as he sighed and re-crossed his legs.
>His manner made it clear he was ready to bring up
>another uncomfortable revelation, and Katie’s guard
>went back to full alert. “I saw Adam last week.” His
>throat moved as he swallowed, and when he resumed
>speaking, his voice was strained. “He told me you
>still love me.”
>Katie snatched her coffee cup from the table and
>raised it to her face. “Gossiping old woman,” she
>muttered, bringing a surprised snort of amusement from
>Jay. She swallowed from the cup, the warmth settling
>into her stomach, drowning some of the butterflies
>that seemed to have taken up residence there.
>“Do you?”
>Not fair. Not fair, not fair, not fair. She wasn't
>going to lie to him, but at the same time she didn't
>want him to think a declaration of love would make
>everything all right. The silence grew uncomfortable,
>and each moment she hesitated seemed to bring some
>horrible doom rushing toward them. Finally, more
>afraid of it than of how he might take her words, she
>answered. “Yes. I still love you.”
>“I love you, too, Katie. I always will.”
>Not trusting herself to look at him, Katie shook her
>head, raising her hand in an unconscious warding-off
>gesture. She was relieved when he didn't speak
>further, and used the silence to marshal her
>see-sawing emotions into some semblance of calm. When
>she dared glance in his direction, she thought for a
>moment his exhaustion had caught up to him. His head
>was thrown back against the high back of the sofa, his
>eyes closed as if he slept. Katie took the opportunity
>to look at him the way he'd scrutinized her earlier.
>His words may have been flowery, but Katie recognized
>the truth in them. The reality of Jay was more
>beautiful than any image she'd carried in her memory.
>“Do you remember...”
>His soft voice made Katie jump like she'd been
>electrocuted. Does she still hold her coffee here? ;)Jay opened his eyes a slit and regarded
>her for a moment. He sighed and closed his eyes again.
>“Do you remember the night we first met?”
>Katie frowned, on guard. “Of course I do.”
>“So do I. I walked into Maureen’s flat and saw a
>fucking angel standing there. An angel who seemed to
>be wearing nothing more than a piece of black lace.
>I'd never wanted anyone so badly in my life. It
>happened that quickly.” He snapped his fingers. “And
>then I took your hand.” Jay drew in a deep breath.
>“Something...something happened when we touched. It
>was like...like...”
>“Like time had stopped,” Katie said, low. “Like the
>earth had tilted on its axis. I felt it, too.”
>Jay nodded. “I know. I saw it in your eyes. And the
>sad thing about it all, is that it's still there.
>Whatever it was that was set in motion the first time
>we touched is still there between us.” He drew in his
>breath. “It’s always been there, even after we both
>began to take it for granted. I don't know much,
>Katie, but I do know it doesn't happen to everyone. We
>have something so incredibly special, and it's a
>fucking shame to just throw it away with both hands
>like this.”
>Steel fingers seemed to be digging themselves into
>Katie's throat. She tried to swallow past them, to
>regain her voice to berate him more for the searing
>hurt she'd felt when she'd realized he'd left her. But
>she couldn't. His words had conjured up too many old
>feelings, things she hadn't let herself feel for a
>long time. She could hear the ticking of the clock on
>the wall, but she felt again that time had stopped,
>that the rotation of the earth had changed. She
>attempted to fight against it, but just as before, it
>would not be ignored.
>“We didn't throw it away then, Katie. Remember? We
>wanted each other, and we did what we had to do to be
>together, things we never thought we'd do. We ignored
>everything and everyone who got in our way. But even
>though it hurt people close to us, I’d do it again.”
>Startled, Katie looked at him, her eyes wide. Jay
>nodded. “You were more important. We were more
>important. Nothing else mattered more to me than being
>with you.” He raised his head and pinned her with his
>gaze. “And nothing else matters more to me now.”
>She didn't want to see the complete conviction in his
>eyes, but she couldn't look away.
>“I'm only half alive without you, Katie. Even when
>things turned to total shite in our lives, it was
>still a million times better than anything I have now.”
>A phrase she had once read in a letter written by
>Robert Browning to his beloved Elizabeth popped into
>Katie's head. She whispered aloud, “I would not
>exchange the sadness of being away from you for any
>imaginable delight in which you had no part.”
>Jay took a quick, indrawn breath. “Do you mean that?”
>“Yes. No.” Too agitated to sit still, she jumped up,
>and went to the patio doors, and stared with unseeing
>eyes at the ocean. “I don’t know.”
>Behind her, Jay heaved a distinctly irritated sounding
>sigh. “That helps a lot.”
>Katie’s own irritation rose at his words. “Well, what
>the hell did you expect?” She turned to face him.
>“You show up out of thin air after all this time, and
>start laying all this on me about how much you love me
>and want me back, and start pressing me to make a
>decision on the spot.”
>“I should think it’s a simple one, Katie.” Jay got up
>and came to stand beside her. “Either you love me or
>you don’t.”
>“I’ve already told you I love you.” Katie narrowed
>her eyes at him. “I just don’t know if I can believe
>Jay gave every appearance of a man who’d just been hit
>over the head with a brick. “I should think that’s
>simple, too. Either you believe me, or you don’t. I
>don’t know what else I can do.” He pushed his hair
>back with both hands, throwing the gray at his temples
>into sharp relief. “I’ve told you how sorry I am, but
>if you don’t believe that, then I’m at a complete loss
>at what more to say.”
>A sudden urge to kick him in the balls shook her, and
>she fought it off with grim determination. She
>stalked past him, and picked up his bag.
>“What are you doing?” Jay’s voice was wary.
>Katie walked across the room, the black bag banging
>her knees with every step. She entered her bedroom,
>and dropped the bag on the floor at the foot of the
>bed. With quick economy, she began throwing the
>decorative pillows from the bed into a pile on the
>floor. “You’ve had time to think about all this, but
>I haven’t. I need some time, and you need some rest.”
> She pulled the covers back, and waved a hand at the
>bed. “So you sleep while I think, okay?”
>Jay sat on the side of the bed, and sighed, his
>weariness etched on his face. “That’s fair. I did
>rather spring all this on you.”
>“Yeah, you did.” Katie moved to the door. “I can’t
>make any decision right now, and know it’s the right
>one. Just…just give me some time.”
>Jay nodded, and stood, removing his jacket. “I should
>tell you, though, that if I don’t agree with your
>decision, I’m going to fight you on it.”
>Her eyes stuttered to his face, and she felt the blood
>drain from her cheeks.
>He arched an eyebrow. “That’s right, Katie. If I
>have to hang round for the rest of my life playing
>guitar under your window, I will. I love you, and I’m
>not going anywhere. I left once, and I’ll be damned
>if I’ll ever do it again.”
>Mute with astonishment, she gave him a brief nod, and
>left the room, closing the door behind her.
>Pearl grey light tinged with pink washed the sky as
>dawn broke behind the house. Katie watched from the
>deck as the surf rolled into shore in the brightening
>light, cradling a cup of coffee in her hands. The
>early morning breeze molded her lilac satin robe to
>her body, and lifted her hair from her temples. She
>breathed in the fecund scent of the ocean, and resumed
>her contemplation of her heart.
>She’d been thinking about that particular organ since
>she’d given up trying to sleep. Jay’s presence in the
>house had kept her too keyed up to get anything but
>brief naps, and they left her more tired than if she
>hadn’t slept at all. So she made a pot of coffee, and
>began gingerly probing her heart.
>It surprised her to find that a substantial hole had
>been patched, and some of the shards had started to
>reassemble. The cracks were still there, to be sure,
>but for the first time since Jay had left, it seemed
>like she had something close to a whole heart again.
>There were still empty spots, but Katie had the
>feeling that they might just fill in with time.
>Christ, she’d missed him! The moment she’d seen him
>standing on the porch, she’d realized for the first
>time just how lonely she’d been. Even though their
>conversation had been uncomfortable, it had still
>healed something within her to be in the same room
>with him, to know that he cared enough to come to her.
>She sighed, and glanced toward the closed bedroom
>door. She’d sneaked in the room the night before, to
>get her toothbrush and her robe, but Jay hadn’t
>stirred. A sudden urge to reassure herself that he
>was still there propelled her back into the house.
>She deposited her cup on the kitchen counter, and
>strode toward the bedroom.
>The door swung open silently on well-oiled hinges, and
>her eyes made out Jay’s form under the quilts on the
>bed. As she drew closer, she could hear his even,
>heavy breathing, still deep in sleep. Reaching the
>bed, she dropped to her knees on the soft carpet, and
>filled her eyes with him. His hair was tousled, and
>she stretched out a hand to smooth it. Her breath
>caught as she thought of touching him, and her hand
>hesitated, opening and closing in indecision. The
>muscles of her upper arm were beginning to protest by
>the time she let her hand skim across his hair.
>It felt just the way she remembered, soft as satin,
>but still a little coarse against her palm. She
>rubbed a curl between two fingers, and remembered when
>she’d plunge her hands into it, feeling the firm shape
>of his skull, the warmth of his skin. Her eye was here eyes were... I have never been good with english grammer, but that sounds better to me.
>caught by the touch of gray at his temple, and she ran
>a finger across it. It didn’t feel any different from
>the rest of his hair, and she smiled. She didn’t know
>what Jay thought about it, but she thought it was
>incredibly sexy, although she couldn’t help but wonder
>at what he’d been going through to turn his hair gray
>in such a short amount of time.
>His eyebrows were still black as night, though,
>arching perfectly over his eyes. His thick black
>eyelashes rested on his cheeks as he slept, and Katie
>grinned at a sudden memory of Maureen, and the way
>she’d always groused about Jay’s lashes, declaring it
>was unfair for Jay to have them when she had to wear
>false lashes and mascara every day to keep from
>looking like a rabbit. Still smiling, Katie let her
>eyes travel down his nose to his lips. His top lip
>was firmed in sleep, but the fullness of his bottom
>lip made her reach out again to touch it. She stopped
>herself, her hand clenched, afraid of what the touch
>of his skin might to do her.
>With an inaudible sigh, she let her gaze roam
>downward, over his neck and shoulders, and the light
>furring of black hair on his chest. His right hand
>was lying over his heart, the long lean fingers
>relaxed in sleep. Katie’s skin seemed to cry out at
>the sight of them, yearning for their touch. She
>fought against it, tried to remain calm, but was
>unable to stop the gentle trembling that overtook her.
> As if pulled by a magnet, her eyes continued roaming
>over him, and settled on his left hand draped across
>his abdomen, the sheet caught under his arm. The
>light coming through the door had grown stronger,
>revealing what she hadn’t noticed before – the
>platinum wedding ring on Jay’s finger. Her own hand
>trembled as she held it next to his, the matching
>rings filling her vision. Out of nowhere, the words
>she’d said to Adam last summer in the garden came back
>to her.
>“He’s my husband, and he made a promise to me. And
>I’m going to hold him to that promise, no matter

>She’d meant that then, and she meant it now. But it
>occurred to her that maybe Jay was going to hold her
>to her own promise to him. And she was hesitating,
>trying to hold something over his head, something for
>which he’d apologized. Wouldn’t she expect him to
>believe her if she were to tell him she was sorry?
>What kind of a bloody hypocrite was she, to hold Jay
>to a higher standard than she’d hold herself?
>Hot tears threatened to overflow as she lowered her
>head, and pressed a gentle kiss on Jay’s wedding ring.
> And she realized that the cadence of his breathing
>had changed.
>She jerked her head up, and met his eyes. Those
>beautiful, intense, mesmerizing hazel eyes, almost
>translucent in the dimness. As always, they held her
>captive, unable to look away. His hand moved under
>hers, a gentle grip on her fingers as he pulled her
>hand to his chest, and laid it over his heart. Tears
>blurred her vision again, overflowing down her cheeks
>in scalding tracks. She knew what he was going to say.
>“Do you feel that?” he whispered in the semi-darkness.
> “That’s the first time my heart’s beat since the last
>time I saw you.”
>All her hesitation, all the mistrust, all of her
>doubts were wiped out in an instant as she recognized
>the truth in his words. Her own scarred heart, so
>recently begun to heal, started beating with an
>urgency, a depth of feeling she’d thought was gone
>forever. Love flowed through her veins once more, its
>warmth dispelling the last of the cold loneliness
>within her, and obeying its insistent demand, she
>leaned forward and kissed him.
>In an instant his arms were tight around her, and his
>mouth devoured hers. She scrambled to get onto the
>bed, to lie on top of him and feel his body under
>hers. She was lost in the intoxicating feel of his
>tongue thrusting against hers, and the feel of his
>breath in her mouth. She drew it into her lungs, and
>let it course through her, bringing her back to life.
>Jay rolled her over onto her back, and began to
>struggle out of the confines of the bedclothes. Katie
>took the opportunity to yank open the sash tie of her
>robe, and gasped as the warmth of Jay’s body covered
>hers from neck to feet. Her skin seemed to cry out in
>thanksgiving, and she reached between them to take him
>into her hand. His moan went through her like
>lightning, and she felt it sear the empty spaces in
>her heart, sealing them shut.
All of the empty spaces? Don't know but that to me seems to much, she will still have the urge for a while to make sure he really is there when the house is quite and things like that.
Exerting gentle
>pressure, she pulled him forward, and guided him home.
> And the world tilted on its axis, and time stopped.
>Music News and Notes
>The Western Star, 1/9/79
>The hole left in the world of rock has been filled,
>nay, plastered over, boarded up and nailed shut, by
>the release of Carey On, the first offering by
>Shadowed Knight guitar virtuoso Jay Carey and former
>Whistlepig lead singer Katie Carey. Oh, yeah. They
>also just happen to be husband and wife.
>The duo has proven in the past that, separately, they
>were forces to be reckoned with. Carey On reveals that
>together, they're unstoppable.....

I like that but after the third re-read I began to wonder. Katie had said she hated making records so has that changed?

I like this scene. I know you already posted a revision, but I only remembered that after I had this crit half way finished. And I have to admit that I like this version actually better. I can understand the sex in the end without problem. That "wanting to be whole again" after a decision has been made, the reassuring that the other one can still heal and make you forget...
I think you end this book really with a highlight here. :) (and I don't talk about the sex)

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