susurrus
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Jonah watched the battle go on behind her eyes as she tried to think of a reason to go, with or without the ring. All she had to do was to leave. He had truly done nothing to keep her from doing so. Aside from holding her hand while they walked through the sand, and his removing her sandals before they ventured out onto the beach, he hadn't touched her. The only thing that kept her from going was his spoken insistence that she remain, and truly, what force did that actually bear?
Quite a lot, apparently, because once again, the war inside her was decided, and her slender hand placed itself in his. Without meeting his eyes, she mumbled, "I really do appreciate this," as they started back toward the restaurant and their shoes.
During the walk, she seemed inordinately self-absorbed. Jonah kept his gaze turned toward her, admiring her looks, marred only by the consternation that obviously raced through her mind.
Within about twenty yards of the verandah, she finally glanced over at him and was taken aback by the fact that he was watching her as they strolled. Moments later, she began to babble, ""You know, you really don't need to drive me home. If you lend me cab fare I could pay you back. I would hate to take you out of your way."
Then, she stopped short, another thought intruding on her protests:
"Oh goodness, John never paid the bill."
Jonah couldn't stifle the laugh that bubbled up inside him. Finally, he turned to her and said, "The bill? It's taken care of. Don't fret about it. And whether it's clear on the far side of the state, or right next door, it isn't out of my way....
"I want to take you home."
He didn't elaborate, but let the potential implications stew...
Quite a lot, apparently, because once again, the war inside her was decided, and her slender hand placed itself in his. Without meeting his eyes, she mumbled, "I really do appreciate this," as they started back toward the restaurant and their shoes.
During the walk, she seemed inordinately self-absorbed. Jonah kept his gaze turned toward her, admiring her looks, marred only by the consternation that obviously raced through her mind.
Within about twenty yards of the verandah, she finally glanced over at him and was taken aback by the fact that he was watching her as they strolled. Moments later, she began to babble, ""You know, you really don't need to drive me home. If you lend me cab fare I could pay you back. I would hate to take you out of your way."
Then, she stopped short, another thought intruding on her protests:
"Oh goodness, John never paid the bill."
Jonah couldn't stifle the laugh that bubbled up inside him. Finally, he turned to her and said, "The bill? It's taken care of. Don't fret about it. And whether it's clear on the far side of the state, or right next door, it isn't out of my way....
"I want to take you home."
He didn't elaborate, but let the potential implications stew...