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And then I dream of him.
“Hello love."
I recognize the voice, its soft. smooth, gentle cadence a balm to my broken heart. I open my eyes and I’m not surprised when I see Gabriel standing in front of me. He’s often with me in my dreams, haunting me like a specter. I always wondered why I dreamed of him the most. Maybe it was because I had experienced the most complete life with him. We had been married, had a family, been parents together. At that thought, I look around desperately, even though I know that Colin won’t be there.
For some reason he was never there in my dreams. It was like my poor psyche wanted to protect me from images of him, knowing that he was my hardest loss.
"It’s so hard out there,” I tell him, reaching out to him for comfort.
As usual Gabriel is there for me. He folds me into his arm, and I sigh as I inhale the scent of leather and rust that will never cease to remind me of him.
"It'll get better my love," he says as he softly strokes my back.
"How do you know?" I ask desperately, looking up into his sapphire colored eyes.
He gives me that gentle trademark Gabriel grin. It was the smile of a man that was confident in his place in the world, and confident of my place with him.
"Because my Juliet doesn't stop until it's okay. You'll find a way back to me. I know it."
"How long will you wait for me?" I ask a bit desperately, soaking in every characteristic of his face.
"As long as it takes."
My eyes open as the faint strands of dawn brush against my face. We had forgotten to close the drapes in our exhaustion last night.
I was now laying on top of James. My arms are wrapped around his neck, and my legs are intertwined with his. Both of his arms are wrapped around my waist.
This is how we would have woken up every morning, I was sure of it.
He shifts in his sleep so that our bodies are even closer together. I can feel his morning hardness against my leg, and it sends a slight flutter through my stomach.
The door to the bedroom suddenly flies open. I flip over in surprise at the abrupt intrusion wondering who could possibly be inviting themselves into the King’s quarters.
It was her.
The exquisite beauty from yesterday. Once again, she was dressed in royal finery...a dress befitting a Queen in fact.
But she couldn’t be the Queen.
James obviously slept alone. What red-blooded woman would ever let a man like James sleep alone if he was hers.
I still feel dread even as I try to calm my growing suspicions. This woman was trouble for me. I was sure of it.
Chapter 4
“How charming. You found another partner for your bed," she says in an unamused voice. It grated against my nerves like nails on a chalkboard. There was a scary intelligence embedded in her voice. “What is that, three just this week?”
I cringe as images of beautiful women wrapped around James fills my head. James, who has finally woken up, frowns at the sight of her.
She’s not his wife. Please God, tell me she isn’t.
It’s like she can read my mind because a menacing smile passes over her face right before she shatters my world.
“My husband is a delicious bed partner, isn’t he?”
I freeze, momentarily losing the ability to breathe. I had known that he eventually got married. But I'd never done any research to see how long he had waited before doing so.
Evidently not six years.
