Sentimental Journey by Janet Dailey

Author:Janet Dailey
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Open Road Media
Published: 1978-12-31T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

BY SUNDAY NIGHT Jessica had almost convinced herself that she had succumbed to some temporary kind of madness. She had been kissed passionately before, had believed herself in love before, but her complete abandonment of control with Brodie had bordered on insanity.

Curled on the sofa, with her feet tucked beneath her, she closed the book she was holding. She hadn't read a single word in the past hour, and it was useless to pretend she would. It was equally useless to sit in the apartment. Maybe she should call her cousin Barbara Dane, her uncle's daughter, to see if she'd like go to a movie.

As she reached for the telephone sitting on the end table by the sofa, it rang. Her hand jerked back in surprise, then she picked up the receiver, wondering if Barbara had had the same idea.

"Hello?"

"I have a long-distance telephone call for Miss Jessica Thorne," the nasal voice of an operator responded.

"This is Miss Thorne." Her mind was racing. Her parents never called person-to-person this way. The only other person it could be was…

"Hello, Green Eyes."

It was Brodie. Her heart did a somersault. "I thought you said you were going to call one day next week," she accused, but she couldn't stop the chills of delight from tingling through her.

"I said I'd make it back in town one day next week, but I didn't say I wouldn't call you in between," Brodie corrected. "What's the matter? Did I catch you at a bad time? Are you entertaining some amorous young man?"

"It so happens I'm alone." Her answer was snappish, a defensive mechanism as she wondered if Brodie thought she made a habit of behaving with all her dates as she had with him.

"All alone on a Sunday night?" He seemed to mock her solitude.

"I have to work in the morning," she reminded him.

"I forgot how conscientious you are. That's why you're having a quiet evening alone, isn't it?"

"Exactly why did you call?" Jessica demanded. "If it was just to make fun of me—"

"It's much more simple than that," Brodie interrupted. "I wanted to hear your voice?'

Did he mean that? Jessica gasped back a sob as she realized that she desperately wanted him to mean it. He must have heard the strangled sound.

"Jessica?" His voice was crisp and inquiring.

"Yes?" Her tone was more subdued than it had been.

"I…" There was, a pause and she could hear some background noises. "There's someone at the door. I'll have to let you go."

"All right. Goodbye, Brodie."

"Jessica…I'll call you." He sounded impatient, tired. Then there was only the hum of the dial tone as the connection was broken.

Slowly Jessica replaced the receiver on its cradle and hugged her arms around her stomach. She wished she understood him. She wished she knew whether she could trust him.

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