Like a Lover by Lynn Michaels

Author:Lynn Michaels [Michaels, Lynn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Contemporary Romantic Suspense
Publisher: Belgrave House
Published: 1984-02-15T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

Once Stan, despite his protests, had been dispatched to the hospital in an ambulance, and a disappointed Hal had left with the print kit, Kilroy retired to the telephone in the kitchen to find someone to take Stan’s place. Jay-Jay, her body trembling from delayed shock and her legs weighing like lead, dragged herself up the stairs. She was so tired, so confused, and so wretched that she didn’t even flinch as she passed her closed bedroom door.

It took her fifteen minutes to shower and change into a high-collared flannel nightgown, and almost five minutes more to gather courage enough to get into Kilroy’s bed. Using his bathroom had been difficult enough and she just wasn’t sure that she could survive another sensory onslaught. With her knees drawn up under her chin, she sat on the edge of the pit, gazing bleakly at his stacked pillows and thrown-back covers.

The sheets would probably smell like him, just as the still-damp towels in the bathroom had smelled like his cologne and shaving cream. Sighing, she hugged her legs tighter, leaned her chin on her knees, and read the title of the paperback book that still lay open on its pages beside the pillows. It was a detective novel, of course, The Tenth Commandment by Lawrence Sanders. Somehow that hadn’t surprised her.

Sighing again as she tucked her cold feet under her nightgown, Jay-Jay cataloged the precious few things she knew about Kilroy. She knew how old he was, that he worked out with weights, where he’d gone to college, that he smoked too much, what cologne he wore, what he liked to read. She knew, too, that she loved him, but since he didn’t love her, she chose not to dwell on that, or on Maeve. Somewhere he had friends, a family, a place to live, a life. . . . What Jay-Jay had was a handful of pieces to a puzzle she’d never be able to put together.

Her calves began to cramp and she realized that if she didn’t change positions soon she probably wouldn’t be able to move. No time like the present, she told herself, and took a deep breath.

“Geronimo,” she said out loud and slipped over the edge onto the water bed like a skydiver bailing out of a plane without a parachute.

The landing was soft, almost painless, she thought, yawning as she closed her eyes. Fuzzy-edged pictures of the last two days played inside her head, but she was too exhausted to concentrate the energy required to bring them into focus, and they gradually faded away.

* * * *

The knob clicked and she awoke, shooting bolt upright as if her spine had suddenly become spring-loaded. Kilroy kicked the door open and eased sideways into the room with a teakwood lap tray in his hands.

“Breakfast is served,” he announced.

Wonderful, lifesaving smells -- bacon, coffee, eggs -- permeated the pit as he set the tray on the floor and swung down next to it. Jay-Jay scrambled toward him, a dewy-eyed, almost beatific, smile on her face.

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