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Our bodies calm and we stare into each other’s eyes. Just taking in the moment.
“I never thought I’d love again. But I’m happy to be wrong. Jasper, I love you.”
He drops his lips to mine. “I love you, too.”
My confession is a wish coming true. And Santa knows how to fulfill wishes.
Damn does he know…
CHAPTER7
SONNET
The ceilingof his bedroom is painted a charcoal black and one might think it’s too much, too over the top, too masculine, and possibly too dark, but this morning, every color has a place in my life and I’m seeing brilliant hues, even if they’re dark.
During the night, I rolled over to find Jasper’s gaze on me, worshipping me, and it was on again. The connection was stronger than we could argue with. It was a fission of our bodies and souls. My body was helpless to the pull. And when we crashed into each other, the beauty stole my breath and made me believe that perfection actually exists many times over.
I wander around the apartment. It doesn’t feel like I’m snooping, it’s more that I’m learning about him. There’s a picture of him and I’m guessing his mother. She’s looking up at him with such reverence. I know that feeling. It’s easy to appreciate Jasper Walsh for lots of things.
I stop when I pass a picture of a young man in a baseball uniform.Rockies?He played professional baseball? I’ll have to ask him about that when he wakes up.
I yawn. I need a little wake-up juice. Coffee to most, but we doctors have another name for it… Dr.’s Little Helper. It’s our version of an elf.
I make my way to the kitchen. Everything is slick and my reflection bounces back at me. I’m wearing a button-down shirt I found hanging on the back of the door in the bathroom. No panties. Cheeks hanging out to meet the Denver sunshine. And on my face is the world’s record for giant smiles. I’m truly and incandescently happy.
I find all the necessary needs to make that liquid sunshine and in ten minutes I’m sipping from a hot mug at the kitchen table staring out the floor to ceiling windows. The city is just starting to wake up and I’m finding myself doing the same.
I’m seeing things clearly. Parker wasn’t perfect. I wasn’t —and I’m still not— perfect. But together we did what we could to make it feel perfect for each other. And I’m not sure that’s what I need now. But I do know that this handsome Santa has brought joy and hope back into my life. Sometimes we need to be rescued from ourselves, to trust someone else, to make room for a future we couldn’t even imagine.
Bringing my gaze back from the sun lighting up the mountain tops in the distance, I lift my mug, but a familiar name catches my eye.
Dr. Sonnet Michaels.
I move it a little from under the short pile of newspapers and magazines.
My birthdate.
My place of employment.
Tick. Tick.My heart beats faster.
My bank account balances.
My debt list.
My work history.
The death of my husband.
Tick. Tick. Tick.My heart thuds quickly against my chest cavity.
My son’s name and date of birth.
My sister’s past boyfriends?!
She dated Tomas Richmond? I dated Tomas Richmond!
Wait, wait…
