Winter Hopes (Seasons of Love) by Jennifer Gracen

Author:Jennifer Gracen [Gracen, Jennifer]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Booktrope
Published: 2014-07-01T00:00:00+00:00

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They spent the rest of the morning in their sanctuary, unable to take their hands off each other, drifting in and out of conversation and periods of lazy, delicious half-sleep. Eventually Sam ordered brunch, and they enjoyed it sitting up in bed. They had almost finished eating when Sam looked at the clock and said, “Well, it’s eleven o’clock already. Do we bother to leave this paradise and go do something else, or would you rather just stay here for the rest of the day?”

Lydia’s eyes sparkled as she asked, “What do you want to do?”

He smiled gloriously. “I honestly don’t care. I have no problem staying right here, as long as it’s with you naked in this bed. I also have no problem going out and doing anything you’d like. You said Matt’s bringing Andy home at six tonight, so you have to take a five o’clockish train, right? Okay. We have a few hours, still. So, what’ll it be? Stay in and play, or go out and play?”

She laughed, a light joyous tinkle of a laugh. “Everything. Nothing. Both.”

He leaned in and kissed her mouth. He could taste the sweetness of the maple syrup she’d had on her French toast and licked her bottom lip. “Sounds good to me.”

She glanced towards the windows. Sunlight streamed through the blinds and warmed the room with its glow. “It looks like another nice day… I’m truly torn.”

“Is there anything specific you’d like to do?” Sam asked. “Other than me, of course.”

She laughed and tossed her napkin at him. He laughed too.

“You know what I’d like to do?” she said slowly, as the idea occurred to her and unfolded in her mind. “Yesterday, you took me to the park, definitely my kind of thing. Today, I want to do your kind of thing. You love art, you’re an artist. Take me to a museum, or a gallery, or wherever you’d go by yourself, and show me something you like. I want to see you in your element, on your home turf.”

A slow, deep smile spread on his face and lit his eyes. “That sounds fantastic. I’d love to do that with you.”

By 11:30 a.m., they were in a cab, en route to the Museum of Modern Art. They strolled through some of the grand rooms and halls. Lydia held Sam’s hand and let him lead her around, from exhibit to exhibit, as he showed her what he liked, what he loved, what interested him, even what didn’t appeal to him at all. She listened to him talk and watched his face as he grew animated while describing something. She liked how passionate he became when pointing out something that gripped him, and felt a little stir deep inside her… something more than appreciation or infatuation; something like true affection.

At 2:30 p.m., they headed back to the hotel. They had a quick lunch in the hotel café, then went up to his room so they could pack their things. Her train was leaving

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