Really, what would it hurt for her to stay another week or two? It wouldn’t alter her life in the least. It may even make her that much stronger in the end.
“I don’t know…” she hedged, trying not to be rash.
As if he’d already won, Crew smiled before standing up and pulling her into his arms. “Let me convince you, then,” he said as he lifted her up and carried her toward the bedroom.
“I need to think, Crew,” she whispered as he set her on the bed.
“No you don’t. Obviously you get poor ideas in your head when you try to reason out what the right choice is. Let me remind you of why you can’t leave,” he replied as he parted her robe and began nibbling on her neck.
“Ohh,” she moaned, trying to focus but quickly losing the battle. The man did crazy things to her crazier mind, and that was fine by her.
As he began moving his head down her body, she gave up any ideas of going “home.” Her heart was right here — at least for the moment.
They didn’t make it out to see the bison…
*****
Haley kept checking the calendar, counting the days, and shaking her head in disbelief. August had hit and she was still with Crew.
Marlin had told her that Crew was choosy about his women, that the scandals about him in the papers were made-up lies. Still, even Aunt Mae was surprised by the length of time that she and Crew had been together. He wasn’t known for long relationships. Should Haley still be afraid? He’d said nothing of a more permanent relationship, but he also didn’t seem in the least bit of a hurry for her to go. She had to make a decision about whether to get back to the real world or not, though. School started in a month. She needed to choose that or travel…
Most mind-boggling of all was that he continued his lessons with her. She found small trinkets on the nightstand, flowers on the bathroom counter, her favorite coffee waiting for her when she woke up after he’d had to rush out and miss their breakfast together.
The greatest present she’d received had been the day he’d taken her on his private boat to a secluded beach on the island. They’d had a picnic, and he presented her with a map he’d had made, then walked with her as she went on a treasure hunt.
At the end of the hunt, she’d found an antique chest, and inside had been a beautiful old journal, antique sterling silver cup and hankie from the eighteen-hundreds. She’d treasure those items forever. Already, she’d spent countless hours poring over the words of the journal, tears falling as she read about the heartbreak of the woman writing in it when she’d lost her infant child.
In this new age, it was hard to imagine that common ailments that we simply shrug off today could lead to death back then. Still, even though it broke her heart to read the words of this brave woman, she couldn’t put the gift down, knowing she’d treasure it forever.
Twice, Crew had had to leave for a couple of days, and when he came back, he hadn’t been empty-handed, bringing her a glorious string of sapphires and gold that she refused to take off, and an anklet that was their own personal joke.
He told her that if it had been the days of old, he’d have had her chained to his bed, where he could feast upon her day or night. She replied that she would be an open buffet for him any time he liked, no chains required. Still, each time she looked at the little lock on her ankle, she felt herself grow warm as she imagined what new adventure he’d take her on that night.
The sex was otherworldly. Sometimes it was hot and passionate, with clothing shredded and flying in their passionate frenzy to fuse with each other. At other times, it was slow and sweet. He’d lick her all over while his hands caressed her heated skin. No matter how they made love, the crashing conclusion was always the same — explosions and fireworks and an afterglow that bonded her closer to him.
But it couldn’t last. Haley knew that good things never did. Once a servant of her grandparents had given her a Pound Purrie, an adoptable “down on her luck” kitty found in a charity thrift shop. She’d loved that ratty, stained stuffed animal with all her starved soul. Then one day it just disappeared. OK, Crew couldn’t be likened to her grandparents. He was kind and attentive, but he was simply too wonderful, too good for her. The other shoe was poised to drop. After all, the Catalina Couture Resort was for sale, and there was a very interested buyer.
But she had to be grateful. “Take this day as if it’s your last, Haley. Live, love, laugh,” she told her reflection in the mirror. To live truly happy for even a short time was so much better than to walk through life as an empty shell.
There was no time to dwell on the future. She didn’t know what it would hold. All she knew for sure was that for today she was a happy person — carefree and with a terrific man. Well, she would be carefree and happy if she’d quit stressing over every little thing for ten seconds.
Crew had business meetings all day long, so she planned to go shopping. The island wasn’t a place for good bargains — for that, you needed to go to the mainland — but laziness was seeping through her bones. She’d stroll the beaches and check out some of the gift shops here on the island, part of a private tour to take it all in before she moved back home.
One thing she knew for sure was that her life was forever changed. She wouldn’t hide in the corner anymore, and she wouldn’t be afraid to go after what she wanted. Once she’d left Catalina Island behind, she would move forward, finish her degree and go on that dig someday. She wasn’t going to give up on herself ever again. Hey, maybe she’d even get a cute little house, or a nice apartment with access to a swimming pool.