Here to Stay by Suanne Laqueur

Author:Suanne Laqueur [Laqueur, Suanne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Literature & Fiction, Women's Fiction, Contemporary Women, Romance, Contemporary, Contemporary Fiction, Sagas
Amazon: B01AKBIZB4
Publisher: Cathedral Rock Press
Published: 2016-01-11T18:30:00+00:00

“THREE OPTIONS,” ERIK SAID. “We fly to Plattsburgh via Boston and drive three hours. Or we fly direct to Montreal and drive three hours. Or we fly to Watertown via Philadelphia and drive thirty minutes.”

“Watertown has an airport?”

“Watertown International Airport. Which only flies commercially to Philadelphia. But if you’re coming in from Europe on your private jet, you can land there. With two hours notice.”

“I’m sure a ton of rich jet-setters fly to Watertown all the time.” She put up her hands. “This is your expedition. You pick.”

They flew to Montreal and met Vivian for dinner. They had tickets to see Alvin Ailey American Dance Theater—which Erik enjoyed more than he thought he would—and a room at the Intercontinental, which was impossible not to enjoy. In the morning, they picked up their rental car and headed southwest out of the city.

“It was so good last night,” he said, squeezing her hand on his leg.

“Alvin Ailey?”

“Well, that too.”

“Did you like Revelations?”

“I did,” he said, playing with her diamond, feeling spectacularly fine. “I would gladly watch it again. In fact I’d like an entire replay of last night.”

She leaned over the console and put her face against his arm. “It was yummy.”

“God, when I had you… And you were… And…” His shoulders gave a little twitch remembering.

“That thing with the thing?”

“Oh my God.”

“Yeah, I kind of lost my mind there,” she said, and then yawned against her fist. “I’m really quite sleepy.”

She always fell asleep on long drives, but he liked thinking he had something to do with her nodding off today. Once he negotiated his way out of Montreal and they were cruising along the A20, he turned on the radio and relaxed into the ride. By the time they crossed into Ontario and A20 became the Macdonald–Cartier Freeway, he had fallen into a zone which was half song lyrics and half stream of consciousness. With the occasional loving glance to the hand still curled on his leg and the sleeping face turned in his direction.

They stopped for lunch in Cornwall then continued along Highway 401 until the turnoff to Route 137, which would take them over the Thousand Islands Bridge and into New York.

“What’s scarier,” Daisy said, as they left border patrol. “That someone will recognize you or no one will?”

“Stop knowing me,” Erik said.

She was carefully putting their papers away. They had to travel with both American and Canadian documents and tended to call the little folder they kept them in The Football.

“Are you nervous?” she asked.

He touched his chest. “I’m a little…thumpy. Yeah.”

“When was the last time you were here?”

“I think I was twelve? Maybe thirteen? Probably a moody little fuck, not paying much attention to anything.”

“Unlike now,” she said.

Every nerve in his body was sitting up straight and taking notes. It was a straightforward drive. Down Route 12 into Clayton, two right turns and then they were parking on Riverside Drive. It was a postcard day, with stunning blue skies over the river and the bridge sparkling in the far distance.

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