Music in the Night (Logan 4)

He seized my wrist.

"I said I'd do that, Laura. Stop this. Stop

punishing yourself."

I tried to swallow, but couldn't. I just stood

there, nodding softly. He embraced me and held me,

stroking my hair.

"Laura, Laura, Laura," he sang. "If I thought I

made you unhappy . ."

"I'm all right," I said, straightening. "Just take

me home. I'll feel better after I get some sleep." "That's right. Things always look better in the

morning, don't they?"

"Not always," I said prophetically. I looked

back at the dining room table. Our dinner had been so

beautiful, so dream-like. Then why was I so confused,

so twisted with mixed feelings?

All the way home, Robert cajoled, pleaded,

begged me not to think poorly of him or myself. He

repeated his love for me and swore he would go to the

ends of the earth to follow me if he had to. He said he

would rather walk on fire than hurt me in any way

ever.

I tried to talk, but all my words got jumbled and

stuck in my throat. All I did was look out the window

at the dark ocean and the crashing waves. I didn't

understand my own feelings. How could I explain

them to him?

"Give me some time," I told him when we

arrived at my house.

Sadly, he nodded.

"I was hoping this would be a special night . . ." "It was," I said. I kissed him quickly on the