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I said, “My darling, I can’twait! I get hard just thinking about how sexy you’ll look in a bikini. I have to do one of my mad inventor’s experiments to see if I’m hard when I’m swimmingwith you. How stiff I get seeing you in that bikini drenched with seawater, breathing hard from a swim, coming out of the water like Halle Berry in that James Bond scene. Whoo-Hoo! Can’t wait!”
She smirked impishly and wagged a finger at my shenanigans. Shook her head at me with a silly grin on her face.
“Okay, okay. That’s onlypartof the reason. Listen ... It’s just that ... Aww, darlin’!”
“Baby, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing with me. But … Admit it! You had a really hard time nearly the whole past year. Some really hair-raising things happened to you. So you need a chance to really and truly recover from it all. So that this fresh reboot of your business feels right for you.”
I wanted to admit what my heart had been saying to me for weeks. Longer.
I snuggled in closer to her, “I want to be with you all the time. Close to you. Always. When you’re not with me, I’m a little lost. Those few days when you wouldn’t see me were murder!”
“I’m …”
“No, beautiful darling, I know. I know you were distressed. But I don’t want you to ever feel you’re alone to face any problem. I got you.”
She fell into me, forehead to forehead, her hand on my cheek. Kissed me so quietly.
“When you look at me, Samantha, I see how my mom looks at my dad. When you look at me, I feel like all is right with the world. I feel strong.”
Samantha says, “Baby, back at ya. When you look at me the way you do, and make me tingle from head to toe or turn me to mush, I understand why Davie and Jerry look at each other the way they always do. I didn’t know what they had could happen for just anybody. Not till you.”
“We’re not just anybody, my beautiful darling. Samantha Billings, I love you.”
“Leighton Peterson? You are the one and only for me. Oh, baby! I love you!”
She collapsed into me again for a deep kiss.
And more.
Samantha
Iwas nervous. I got the cast off well before we flew off to the Caribbean, and I was walking gingerly those first few days. Afraid to bump my leg against any little thing or it’d break again.
Silly me! But I worked through the feelings of vulnerability and got more confident walking.
Plus I was wondering what the heck to pack for the beach and the weather we’d have. We’d looked it up together.
My two- and three-year-old summer clothes would have to do. I had no sandals. I had no (poor Leighton) bikini or any swimwear at all.
When I moaned to him about my scant wardrobe, he lit up!
Uh-oh.
He went to his laptop and typed furiously. Then he reported, “There are boutiques in the hotel and up and down the beach there. We’ll find you sandals and a bikini and short-shorts for every day we’re there!”
I scoffed, “Short-shorts?!”
“Well, hot in the islands …”
“And …?”
“And what, darlin’?”
“What aboutyourSpeedo collection?”
“Uh …?”
