Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 72892 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72892 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
That’s part of it, but the prelude to that is what I sense will take her breath away.
“Dance with me,” I offer her my hand.
She spins in a tight circle, sending the skirt of her strapless white dress into the air. I catch a glimpse of the white lace panties underneath.
I want in them, as I always do.
I fuck my wife at least once a day, often twice.
Work keeps me busy, but I make time for her. I will always make time for her.
Otis taught me that a man can serve his patients, and also cherish his wife.
“There isn’t any music,” Eloise points out.
I hum a made-up tune.
She lets out a chorus of giggles. “I kind of like that, Garin.”
“Do you?”
Her head pops up. “What’s wrong with your voice?”
“That wasn’t my voice.” I spin her around in my arms so she’s facing the man who inadvertently has played a major role in our lives.
Claude Garin, dressed in linen pants and a white shirt, much like what I’m wearing, waves to my wife. “Hello, Eloise. It’s been a long time.”
She stops dancing, but clings tightly to me. “You don’t remember me.”
“I do.” He nods. “You came to see me in Buffalo. You brought a copy of my book. You wanted it signed.”
Her gaze catches mine. “Is this real?”
“It’s real, lamb.”
“Your husband asked me to join you tonight,” he goes. “If that’s all right with you.”
“All right with me?” She laughs. “My favorite poet and my favorite man on this earth are in the same place.”
Garin laughs. “You handed me a short poem that day back in Buffalo.”
My bride buries her face in my hands. “That was bad.”
“It’s beautiful.” I tug her hands down. “It’s amazing,”
“I’ve never told you about that.” She shrugs. “I’m not even sure why I gave it to you, Mr. Garin.”
“Claude,” he corrects her. “You gave it to me so I’d come to this spot tonight and help your husband marry you all over again.”
Tears well in her eyes. “Are we getting married again?”
“I’m going to marry you as often as I can.” I kiss her softly, grateful that Claude Garin was receptive to my offer to help me with this. He’s been living on Maui for a decade, finding new inspiration in the beauty of the island. “Once, twice, maybe three times a year.”
“Forever?” she questions. “Are we going to do that forever?”
“Yes,” I answer simply.
“The staff has decorated the atrium with flowers for the ceremony,” I explain.
“I was just in there.” Claude smiles. “He’s underselling it. There are thousands of flowers in there.”
“Can we go now?” she questions.
I take her hand and kiss her palm. “Claude is going to read your favorite poem of his in place of traditional vows, so let me hear your poem now, from you.”
She shakes her head. “I was a hopeless romantic back then.”
“And now you’re not?”
“I am,” she acquiesces. “I’ll always be that with you.”
I smile. “Please let me hear it.”
She takes a breath and faces me. Her hands find mine.
“The journey to my kindred heart will twist and turn as I walk the path. I’ll stay on course because the beauty of his soul is my beacon. I know I’ll find him when my soul is ready. When I do, I’ll never let him go.”
I kiss her forehead. “I’m your kindred heart.”
She looks up and into my eyes. “You’ve always been.”
I drop to one knee. “Marry me again, Mrs. Morgan?”
“Yes.” A single tear falls down her cheek. “I will, Dr. Morgan.”
I scoop her into my arms like the bride she is and follow Garin into the house so that I can once again commit myself, and my heart to the woman of my dreams.
The journey to my kindred heart has brought me here, and I can’t wait to experience the rest of the ride toward eternity with my love.