Revelation of Hearts (Stacey and Shane Mcleod, #3) by Rikki Dyson Read Free Book Online Page B

good enough for me.”
    On Friday when Lora opened the door, he came right on in sniffing the air. “What smells so good?” he asked.
    “Fried chicken,” Lora answered, as she handed him a chicken leg.
    He savored it and said, “Lord, I haven’t had chicken like this since Betsy left.”
    “Who’s Betsy?” Lora asked.
    “Only the world’s best cook. She practically raised us kids. She lives in New York now with my brother helping him raise his kids.”
    Lora looked at him incongruously and said, “You sure come from a different world from what I do, doctor.”
    “Not so different,” he said. “We both like fried chicken.”
    After supper and the dishes washed, Jonathan asked, “Would you like a glass of wine?” 
    “Maybe one,” Lora said. “I wanna’ remember everything that happens this time.”
    Lora put on a Boots Randolph record, and they dance to the haunting saxophone music.  After a few minutes of holding Lora in his arms, he started kissing her.  To his surprise, she was returning his kisses with warm sensual kisses of her own. 
    “Do I carry you upstairs?” he asked.
    “No,” she said. “I think I’ll walk this time.”
    They removed each other’s clothes and savored one another’s bodies.  Jonathan was loving and gentle with her. They both reached their peak and pleasured one another. It was exhilarating and satisfying, but for Lora something was missing. Jonathan stayed over and they made love again on Saturday morning.  Jonathan told her how beautiful she was and what a fabulous body she had.
    Lora laughed and said, “You can, can that, you’re in my bed now.”
    Lora knew she had what men consider a ‘good body,’ but for some reason compliments about it embarrassed her. In November, Lora started her new job.  She and Jonathan spent the weekends together as much as possible.  Jonathan was still in the reserves, so he spent one weekend a month at the VA hospital as well as giving his own time four nights a week.  Life was busy and seemed to be going smoothly. Lora took him to the castle for thanksgiving.  Douglas and his family came from Lake Charles. The whole tribe was there except for Jessie.  She was in Rawhide with the Scott family.
    When the Christmas holidays came around, Jonathan went north to Fort Worth.  His brother from New York was in town with his family. Jonathan asked Lora to go with him and meet his family. She declined, as she didn’t want to send the wrong signal. The castle folk were happy and gay.  Jessie was walking on air. Sam had given her an engagement ring for Christmas.
    Lora loved the way this tall handsome man quietly stood and looked at Jessie as if he owned the world.  They had set their wedding date for April fifteenth, nineteen-seventy-nine. The year nineteen-seventy-eight came in cold and clear.  Lora worried more and more about her mother.  The tests had proven she had a weak heart. Medication was prescribed.  Lora consulted the heart specialist. He seemed to say all the right things, however, Lora felt he wasn’t giving as much consideration to her mother’s symptoms as he would have had she been a man.  A decade or so later would prove her right. The medical and scientific field would make giant steps on women’s heart problems.
    The months were flying by it seemed.  Lora’s work was going smoothly and her relationship with Jonathan was going well.  He asked nothing more of her than she was willing to give.  She liked and respected him, but knew she was not in love with him. They had had a frosty argument back in July. They had made love the night before and Jonathan was still in the bedroom when the phone rang.  He had opened the bedside table drawer and was looking for a pen and paper. There on top was a picture of a man in uniform. There was another picture of Lora with a guy in civilian clothes. Jonathan knew it was the same man. He was sure it was Michael.  There was something familiar about the man; however, he