don’t own any of the characters, I’m not trying to maliciously step on
anybody’s copyright, and I’m certainly not making any money from writing this.
As soon as George entered
their apartment, he began to worry.
Usually meticulously neat, Jessica
had left her high heels and her overcoat where she had shed them by the front
door. Her briefcase and purse were also
on the floor near the front door. He
moved her purse and briefcase to the kitchen counter and then picked up her
shoes to take them to the bedroom. He called out her name, but heard no
answer. In the hallway, he found her
stockings and then her suit on the floor.
Their bedroom door was closed.
quietly but when she didn't answer, he opened the door slowly to find her
laying across their bed in her lace slip.
She was fast asleep. He
breathed a sigh of relief and went to the cedar chest that she kept under the
window. He removed her favorite quilt from
the chest and carried it to the bed where he spread it across Jessica. He
removed his suit and tie and laid them across the chaise in the corner. He slid under the quilt as softly as possible
and carefully pulled Jessica into his
arms. She sighed in her sleep, as if
her subconscious mind was finally at rest.
He watched her face in the remaining evening twilight. Her expression softened and she seemed
peaceful. He marveled at her beauty and
wondered what she might be dreaming. He
loved looking at her even when she was asleep.
He laid there quietly and thought about the last few
weeks. They had been in a whirlwind of
activity between his work responsibilities and the recent press frenzy of her
newest novel. Neither of them had had
much time to see each other, much less actually sleep. To top it off, Jessica
had become embroiled in yet another mystery.
This time, she had managed to solve a cold case that had dogged the
police for years. This time she had put
two and two together with evidence that had been front of them all along. He never ceased to be amazed at her
analytical and investigative skills.
Several hours later, he was dozing himself when Jessica stirred in his arms.
She looked at him, momentarily confused. "George?"
"Hmmm? Jess, you're awake," he
said, hugging her to him.
She smiled at him, "How long have you been home?"
He turned and looked at the clock.
"Since about 6:30. You were
knackered, to say the least."
"As were you, I suspect," she pointed out.
"Aye, indeed I was.
It's been a few rough weeks, but now it's finally a free weekend."
When she didn't respond, he propped himself up on his elbow
and looked down at her. "It is a
free weekend, isn't it, Jess? Please
tell me it is."
She smiled back at him brilliantly. "Yes, darling, it's a free weekend. What shall we do with all of our free
time?" she asked suggestively, running
her hand through his hair.
"Get caught up," he answered quickly.
"Caught up on paper work? Or house work?" she asked, with pixie in
George laughed and
rolled on top of her. "Very funny,
Jess." He looked down into her
twinkling eyes. "Och, I've missed
She pulled his face to hers and kissed him. George
kissed her back passionately and then began nuzzling her neck.
"Aye, love?" he asked as he lifted head and looked
into her eyes once more.
not leaving the comfort of this quilt until we're completely caught up."
He grinned and resumed kissing her.