“Here you go,” I said, plopping back down on the bench beside him. I took a swig of my lemonade. “God, today could not be more perfect.”
Jim hadn’t touched his second hot dog. I gave him a quizzical look and he turned his gaze away, to the park in front of us.
“What’s next?” he asked. “Bow Bridge?”
I nodded. “It’s one of the most photographed landmarks in New York. So beautiful and romantic.” I nudged his arm. “And if you’re totally done with paintings and pretty bridges, tonight we can go to… I don’t know. WrestleMania or something.”
He didn’t smile but got up and gave his uneaten food to a homeless man sitting on a nearby bench.
“He needed it more,” he said, answering my look.
“Okay.”
It was a sweet gesture, but that heaviness was in his eyes again.
We walked to Bow Bridge, the graceful arch spanning The Lake and crossed its length along with a dozen other tourists.
“We don’t have one photo of us together,” I said, fishing my phone out of my backpack. “It’ll be the first on this phone since the accident. I think that’s fitting. My old life right alongside the new with nothing in between.”
We moved close together, and I held the phone up, turned the cracked screen around to capture us, the green waters of The Lake, and New York City rising behind the treetops beyond that.
“Say cheese doodles,” I said, my throat threatening to close on me. Hearing the tears in my voice. Jimmy turned to me just as I snapped the pic.
I opened it back up and we leaned in to examine it.
“Not very cheery. I’m obviously about to cry and you’re looking at me.” I shook my head, swallowed. “You’re looking at me with so much…”
The words fell apart. Jimmy pulled me to him.
“I never used to cry this much,” I said against his chest. “Or maybe I did. But not for so many intense emotions. Horrible grief and pure happiness, both.”
We stood for a few minutes on the bridge, our arms wrapped around each other. Jimmy still didn’t say a word.
I sniffed and glanced at our photo one more time.
“I’ve taken better. Although the tears in my eyes make them really blue.”
“You’re blue and gold, like that painting,” Jimmy said. “Nothing’s more beautiful than the way the sunlight touches you.”
Before I could answer, he pulled me back to him and kissed me hard. Fiercely. Almost possessively. My eyes fluttered open to see his eyes shut tight, his brows furrowed as if kissing me caused him pain.
“Damn, Jimmy,” I searched his face as I caught my breath back. “What is going on with you today?”
“Nothing.”
“That kiss was not nothing.”
“Let’s get to the hotel and I’ll kiss you like that again.”
“You’re trying to change the subject with promises of sex. It’s not going to work.”
He cocked his head.
“Okay, it’s working a little.” I slipped back into his arms. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“I’m fine, Thea,” he said in nearly the same tone he’d told me he’d pay for breakfast. “Let’s go.”
His mood swings between brooding and grouchy, to romantic and considerate were driving me crazy, but I decided to bite my tongue until we were alone in our room.