This Winter Night. Janice Sims
is my parents’ home,” Colton told her. “I own a home but it’s just a house. A very nice house, mind you, but it has no sentimental value.”
“Maybe you haven’t been in it long enough,” she suggested.
“I bought it six years ago,” he replied. He smiled at her. “You’re an architect. Maybe you can come take a look at it and tell me what’s missing about its design that’s preventing me from caring about it.”
“That implies that we’re going to take this further than this nonreality bubble we’re presently in,” Lauren warned him.
“Is that what you think is happening here?” Colton asked, the humor gone out of his tone and his eyes. Up until now they had been talking good-naturedly. True, her insistence about keeping this a secret had indicated that she believed this was to be a one-night stand, but after making love he no longer wanted it to be just that. He envisioned seeing her again, slowly getting to know her. He had assumed she felt the same way.
“Wasn’t that what we agreed on earlier? That this remains our little secret?”
“Yes, Lauren, but I thought you were thinking of your reputation. I didn’t believe that you were really going to kick me to the curb afterward. Not if we both enjoyed ourselves. And I know you enjoyed yourself.”
“I did enjoy myself,” she confirmed as she freed her arms from his and sat up in bed. “I simply didn’t want to set myself up for disappointment. I wanted you to know that there were no strings.”
“Just pleasure,” he said as he sat up while maintaining eye contact with her. “I understand not wanting to be hurt, Lauren. Believe it or not, I’ve been hurt before, too. On the other hand, I don’t want you to sell yourself short. Of course I want more than a tryst in the mountains.”
“You say that now after sex, but you may feel differently when we get back to Raleigh and to our everyday lives. Plus there’s the trauma you are under due to your father’s death. People do strange things when they’re grieving.”
“And you’re worried that you might have slept with me just to get your ex out of your system, is that it?” he wanted to know.
Lauren shook her head, but her eyes told a different story. She was undecided. “I’m an emotional wreck right now,” she admitted. “I don’t know up from down. I only know that I enjoyed being with you tonight.”
“That’s an honest answer,” he said softly as he pulled her back into his arms.
Lauren smiled again as she got comfortable in his embrace. “Let’s talk about anything except what might happen after we get back to Raleigh. For instance, how old are you?”
“I’ll be thirty-five in October,” he easily replied. “And you?”
“I’ll be thirty next month.”
“How do you feel about that?”
“Same as I felt about twenty-nine—indifferent. I’m not afraid of getting old, I’m just afraid of not accomplishing what I want to in life.”
“Which is?”
“To be happy,” she simply said.
“What would make you happy?”
“To be successful at what I do,” she began. “To have a marriage that is as loving and lasting as my parents’ marriage or your parents’ marriage, for that matter.”
“They did it,” Colton reasoned. “I don’t see why you can’t.”
“The world has changed,” Lauren said. “What was important to our parents’ generation isn’t important to ours. Couples get married today knowing there’s an easy out. Couples from our parents’ generation actually did it believing they were in it for a lifetime.”
“I don’t agree with that,” Colton countered. “I think young people want the same things. We just go about it differently.”
“The odds are stacked against us,” Lauren said. “Fifty percent of marriages end in divorce.”
“Is it that high?” Colton asked incredulously.
“I’m probably quoting old statistics and it’s even higher by now,” Lauren said.
“You’re seeing the world through newly divorced eyes,” Colton told her. “Give yourself a few months and you’ll see things differently. Now, let’s talk Christmas. You know in a matter of minutes, it’s going to be Christmas Day. What do you want for Christmas this year?”
“I didn’t even bother to get the decorations out of the attic,” Lauren said. “I’m not in the Christmas mood this year.”
“Humor me,” Colton insisted with a coaxing smile.
“Peace on Earth, good will toward men?” Lauren ventured.
“Okay, besides that.”
“A warm, sexy man in my bed,” Lauren said, grinning at him.
“I think Santa already gave you that, young lady,” Colton said and kissed her soundly.
When they broke off their kiss, she asked him what he wanted for Christmas, “For a moment like this to last,” was his only reply.
* * *
The next morning Colton awakened before Lauren and took the opportunity to observe her while she slept. He could barely hear her breathing, she slept so deeply. She had braided her hair after they’d made love last night for the final time and now it fell in a single tress down her back. She slept on her side and was literally hugging her pillow. He smiled. She looked so young in repose, nowhere near thirty.
He was still watching her when she opened her eyes and smiled at him. “Is it morning already?”
The sun filtered through the sheers at the window. She squeezed her eyes shut against the glare. “Why didn’t I put up blackout curtains?”
“You obviously like sunshine in the morning,” said Colton as he swung his legs off the bed and stood up. “I have electric shutters in my bedroom that block out everything.”
“What are you, a vampire?” she teased.
“If I were, you would be one by now, as well,” he told her.
He got down on the floor and began doing push-ups without a stitch of clothing on. Lauren sat up in bed to watch. This was the strangest man she’d ever met. She stopped counting at a hundred.
Climbing out of bed, she said, “I’m exhausted just looking at you. The general would love you. I bet he’s out jogging right now.”
“I’d love to meet him,” Colton said.
But she was gone. He heard the bathroom door close as he switched and began the sit-up portion of his morning regimen.
Momentarily, he heard the sound of Lauren brushing her teeth. After a hundred and twenty sit-ups he got to his feet, gathered his clothing that he’d discarded in the heat of passion last night and went to the guest room to shower and dress.
When he emerged a few minutes later, dressed and ready for his day, whatever it might bring, he heard music and followed the sound to the kitchen where Lauren was cracking eggs into a bowl. She looked up. “There you are. The electricity’s back on and the phone’s working again but according to Grandpa who knows the guy who drives the snowplow, the roads won’t be cleared up here until tomorrow morning. I’m sorry.”
Before he said anything, he kissed her good-morning. “Why are you apologizing? You didn’t cause the storm.”
“I thought you might be worried about your mom being alone at a time like this,” she said, concerned.
For a few hours Colton had been able to allow his mind to rest from the constant assault of grief over his dad’s death.