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Date Posted: 08:56:08 12/19/07 Wed
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's message, "Some Things are Better off Forgotten 1/ ?" on 21:30:30 11/14/07 Wed
Sorry this last little bit was so long in coming.
I knew the story would be short and sweet - but I hadn't expected it to take me this long. Thanks for your patience.
PART FIVE
Like Dorothy waking in a field of beautiful smelling poppies, Mac felt like she’d awakened in a dreamland. At first she enjoyed the comforting warmth that surrounded her. Then, when a strong arm tightened its hold on her, pulling her closer against the luscious warmth, confusion assailed her. Only when she finally remembered falling asleep in Harm’s arms did the peace of complete contentment settle over her.
Now if she could only spend the rest of her life here, but she was going to have to wake up and face the world. Face Mic. She tried to roll out of bed, but Harm’s grip tightened, and heaven help her she so wanted to stay right where she was. “I have to get up.”
“Five more minutes.”
The sleepiness in Harm’s voice made Mac smile. He sounded like a small child not wanting to get up to go to school. “I need to call Harriet. Let her know I’m okay.”
Harm stuck his arm out and fumbled around the nightstand, then turning back toward Mac and practically wrapping himself around her, he handed her his cell phone. “I’ve waited too long for a morning like this.”
What he didn’t want to say was how afraid he was that he’d never get another night with her. They’d curled into bed and slept spooned together as though they’d been built for each other. He couldn’t help thinking how well they’d fit in other areas, in fact, he’d spent most of the night dreaming of making love to Mac.
“Good morning, Harriet.” Mac turned and leaned into Harm. “I’m sorry. I needed to get out. To think.” She ran a finger along his jaw. “I’m safe Harriet. Harm didn’t want me to drive again and I didn’t want to make him go out in the middle of the night.” Her fingers lingered over his lips, then froze as she looked off into the distance. “How long ago?” She pulled herself up. “No, you did find Harriet. Thank you, and I’m sorry.”
Harm stared as she flipped his phone shut and handed it back to him. “What happened?”
“Mic came by with donuts for breakfast.”
Harm sat up, resting his hands on Mac’s shoulders. “Is Harriet all right?”
Mac nodded. “She told him I stepped out for some air. He waited a few minutes, then told Harriet he’d be back later. I should get home before he comes back.”
“I’m coming with you.”
“Harm, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Mac, I’m not going to let you get away, not this time.”
Mac smiled. “Thank you, but I still don’t think...”
The sound of the doorbell cut her off. Neither had to ask who was at the door, they both knew.
“I’ll talk to him.” Harm stood up. Thankful Mac had slept fully clothed and he’d kept his robe on. Though at the moment he would have preferred to be wearing a loose fitting pair of jeans. Regardless, he knew as well as he knew his own name, Mic would not be happy. And why should he be. If Mac were his fiancee he wouldn’t be happy to find her taking haven at another man’s home. In another man’s bed.
“No. This is my problem.”
Harm caught her hand as she walked by. “It’s our problem. We’ll handle him together.” Just then a loud pounding echoed through the room.
“RABB. I know you’re home. Your car’s outside. So is Sarah’s.”
Harm took the two steps into the living room and pulled the door open. “No one’s hiding, Brumby. But I don’t sleep at the foot of my door.”
“No, just in bed with my fiancee.”
Harm braced himself for a blow that never came. Instead Mic’s glare skewered Mac. “I tried to convince myself that with a little time you’d come to your senses. Remember how good we are together. But I should have known you’d run to Rabb.” His eyes grew impossibly colder. “At least you could have waited to run to his bed.”
Before Harm could take a step toward Mic, Mac shot her arm out to stop him from moving. “Please believe I never meant to hurt you.”
Mic’s gaze remained on Mac. The three of them stood in a silence as thick as the morning fog on the San Francisco bay. Harm shifted and moved closer to Mac, concern for Mic’s next move burning a hole in his gut.
Finally, in what seemed like the longest sixty seconds of his life, Harm relaxed when Mic took a step back.
“Good-bye, Sarah. We could have had a wonderful life.” Stone faced, he turned on his heel, walked out the door, down the stairs, and out of her life.
Mac collapsed against Harm’s shoulder. Instinctively, his arms folded around her. It was over. Brumby was gone. The wedding was off. Renee was gone. It was just the two of them now. Together. Forever, he hoped.
Yes. It was time. He’d waited long enough, hidden his feelings long enough. “Mac?”
She nodded into his shoulder.
“Hungry?”
He felt Mac stiffen in his arms, then relax before smiling up at him. What had possessed him ask her about food? The hunger he wanted to feed had nothing to do with the food in his kitchen.
“Very.” Her eyes lifted to his and the fire in them made his heart skip a beat.
“Mac.” Her name came out in a soft whisper. It was all he could manage. The air in his lungs had evaporated the moment she looked into his eyes with same hunger threatening to consume him.
“You know I want you. I’ve always wanted you?”
Her eyes widened with surprise, then twinkled with delight. “I’d hoped.”
Which one of them leaned in first, he didn’t know. All Harm knew was the feel of her lips against his fanned a flame he could no longer control. Her fingers ran through his hair, her hips brushed against his and heat flared inside him. She would finally be his.
With every ounce of self-control he possessed, Harm pulled back, his forehead touching hers. “Mac.”
“Mm” Her eyes remained closed. Her breath ragged.
“Marry me?”
Mac’s eyes flew open wide and his own heart stopped. Had he pushed, too soon? Was it too much after breaking up with Mic? Was he wrong? Did she not want him, love him, the way he adored her?
Pulling back a few inches, she studied his face. Her eyes moved back and forth, pondering. But pondering what? “Mac? If it’s too...”
With a single finger to his lips, she silenced him. “Yes.”
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