She’s also started getting out on her own, which scared the shit out of me, but I paid James extra to keep a close eye on her, even if she went for a walk and didn’t need a chauffeur.
While we still felt sad, it did seem like as life went back to normal and with the help of counseling, we were having happy moments. Last week, Sara started making advances to me, and my dick so wanted to take her up on it. But the doctor had said to wait six weeks, and since it had only been five, no sex was happening. Whatever the doctor said, I was going to do. Sara was too important to not follow the rules.
The fact that we were starting to move forward prompted me to make us official. I’d spent a lot, maybe too much, time away from work already, but only for a moment did I worry about leaving on a trip again. Sara was more important than the business. My father was thrilled to hear me say that and of course, encouraged me to whisk Sara away again.
That Friday afternoon, I left the office at noon, and headed to the rec center where Sara had been volunteering a few days a week with two of the wives she met at our announcement party, working with preschool children. I stood in the doorway of the classroom watching as she colored and chatted with the kids. So was so beautiful and kind. She’d make a tremendous mother, and I hoped someday we’d be able to make that dream come true.
She looked up when I entered. “Hey, what are you doing here?”
“I’ve come to sweep you off your feet.”
She grinned. “Now?”
“When you’re done.”
She looked at her watch. “How convenient. I finish in five minutes.”
Six minutes later, we were in the car driving to the airport. I already had Mrs. Childs pack Sara’s clothes and toiletries, as well as the red bikini, just in case.
“Where are we going?” she asked.
“Away.” I kissed her. “Just you and me.”
She smiled, and like always, it made me feel ten feet tall.
We arrived at the island in the late afternoon, and by dinnertime, we walked hand in hand on the beach.
“I love it here,” she said.
“I love you.” I stopped her, pulling her into my arms. She grinned up at me. “It’s so good to see you smile, Sara.”
“It feels good to smile again. Thank you for making me happy.”
“Do I? Do I make you happy?”
“If you have to ask, I’m not doing a good job showing my appreciation.” Then she frowned. “Although I’ve tried.”
I laughed and my dick perked up. “I want us to start over. No business deals. Just me loving you and you loving me.”
Her eyes watered and she sniffed. “Yes. I’d love that. I love you.”
I pulled the contract from my pocket. “This is our deal.” I tore up. I dug a hole in the sand, put in the papers, and then used a lighter I’d brought and set them on fire. When they were sufficiently burned, I buried it in the sand.
Her tears fell.
“Tell me those are happy tears.”
“Yes.” Her head bobbed up and down. “So happy. I never knew what it felt like to be loved, really loved, until you Chase.”
“Me neither, honey.” I slipped my hand into my pocket and then dropped to one knee. “I know we’re already married, but I want to marry you again. This time for real. I want to vow to honor and love you forever.”
“Yes, yes, yes!” She dropped to her knees and wrapped her arms around me. “I love you so much Chase.” She kissed me all over my face. I was the fucking luckiest man in the world.
I slipped the ring on her finger. I’d searched high and low for the ring I thought would best fit her. I hoped to hell she liked it.
“It’s beautiful,” she said looking at it. Then her face turned sad. “Glen took the other ring.”
“That ring wasn’t real anyway, Sara. This one is.”
“I love you so much,” she said again. “I want to make love to you. Can we? Finally?”
My lips twitched up. “You’re so demanding.”
She started to strip off her clothes.
I quirked a brow. “Here.”
“Right here. Right now.”
“Hold on a minute.” I ran up to the veranda, grabbed a large towel we kept there, and trotted back to the beach. “Sand isn’t conducive to sex.” I lay the towel out and stripped as she lay her sexy body down.
“Shit,” I said realizing I forgot something else.
“What?”
“The condoms are in the house.”
She rose up on her elbow. “Why do we need those?”
I dropped next to her, laying so we were side-by-side facing each other. “We don’t need to try again now, honey.”
“You don’t want a baby now?”
“I want a baby when you do. But we have time. It’s no deal. We have our whole lives.”