Loading...“Grace arrived late last night. Poor thing was tired after the red eye flight from Toronto,” Mia said taking a seat at the breakfast table.
At those words, James dropped the muffin he was about to eat into his coffee mug. The resulting splash sprinkled not only on the pale blue damask table cloth, but his shirt as well. Trying to cover up his flub, he responded to his sister’s comment.
“Last night? I didn’t even hear anyone come in,” he blotted at his once pristine white polo. He didn’t expect to be as flustered as he was.
“Well, she phoned me from the airport a little after nine because she didn’t want to wake up the house. What a sweetheart. That girl doesn’t have a thoughtless bone in her body.”
The mere mention of Grace Chen sent a spark straight to James’ head. Whip smart, funny, and with maturity beyond her age of 32, James’ experience with her was limited to a list of e-mails and short phone calls over the last year. Grace lived on the west coast in sunny San Diego, while he resided in the hustle and bustle of the east coast in Boston. Incredulously, over these short missives, he felt the impossible happen. At his distinguished age of 50, James had developed a school boy crush for a woman he had never met.
It started out simple enough. James called his oldest sister Mia last summer with a quandary. He was supposed to be in San Francisco for an important business meeting within 24-hours. However, his assistant was not able to secure a hotel for him. Did his big sis know anyone who could help him? Mia referred him to the daughter of her college roommate and best friend.
“Gracie, she’s Ava and Roger’s daughter, works with a boutique hotel chain. I’m sure she’d be happy to help,” Mia rattled off her number and sent an introductory e-mail before hanging up with James.
When James contacted her an hour later, “Gracie” turned out to be most helpful and congenial young lady. Her voice was so soothing and upbeat; James thought he could see her smile through the phone.
“Auntie Mia sent me an e-mail about your situation. I can’t ever refuse her! Let me just call down to our hotel at Union Square, the marketing director owes me one anyway. Would a king room work? Is there a number I can reach you at?”
When James arrived the next morning, he was flabbergasted. The room was a loft suite and at a rate that would qualify as a small miracle even for the stingiest of the budget business travelers. As he stood in the foyer of the suite, the bellboy coughed to get his attention. Turning around, he was presented with an envelope. After tipping the bellboy, James sat down and opened it. Inside was an e-mail from Grace.
Dear Mr. Owens:
Hopefully you’ll find these accommodations satisfactory. Don’t worry about the price, it is not a typo! Please enjoy yourself during your stay. If you need anything else, during this stay or at any other location, I have listed my contact information. I hope you will send my kindest regards to Auntie Mia and Uncle Nate! Once again, enjoy your stay and good luck in your ventures.
Warmest regards,
Grace R. Chen
The business trip was a soaring success and James was extremely grateful for Grace’s assistance. Before leaving, he left an e-mail of his own for Grace.
Dear Ms. Chen:
Your assistance has single-handedly sealed an important deal for me. The suite was perfect for meetings (as well as sleeping in!). If chance happens to have us cross paths in the future, I would very much like to repay you for the favor. Name your price! And as for further business…what do you have in New York next week? I’m joking; I will be contacting your reservations center for that myself. Again, thank you for your assistance and I will certainly pass your greetings to Mia and Nathan.
Sincerely,
James Owens
It was the start of a seemingly platonic situation. Every few weeks, James would call Grace to see about last minute rooms. She would happily help. Their e-mails and phone calls got longer. Each instance gave him a peek into the type of person she was. Grace heard about James’ family and business travel experiences, in turn James learned about her life and goings on. More often than not, he left the phone call or finished reading an e-mail laughing due to her quick and lethal wit. From what he gathered, she was an outgoing girl who enjoyed many interests. As their communications became more frequent, James noticed that he was anticipating hearing from her. Once, she went on a business trip for two weeks and James thought there was a space missing in his life.
He brushed that feeling aside quickly. I can’t possibly have an attachment to this young woman, James thought. But still he couldn’t deny that he wasn’t beginning to feel something when his phone rang or another e-mail showed up. However, denial was one of James’ strong suits. He simply refused to believe that a connection was forming with someone he’d not even met. Besides, she was a good deal younger than he, and that just didn’t seem at all right to James or his sensibility.
A few months later, while visiting his niece Kara, he finally set eyes on Grace. Well, sort of. While relaxing in the library of Kara’s home, his eyes fell on a photo of a group of people that he assumed were Kara’s friends. They were all very nicely dressed and looked like they were having a great time. He picked up the frame and smiled at the very picture of youth in its prime. Thinking about himself, he longed for those days of long ago. Having recently celebrated his birthday, moments like this were more frequent. Sometimes he just ached being as old as he was and divorced.
“What do you have there Uncle James,” Kara asked bringing in coffee and dessert. After rebuffing a toddler asking for a cookie, Kara took the photo from him hands. “Oh I see you found the picture from our trip to Las Vegas last month. What a blast!”
She started pointing out people in the picture and their connection to her life. Kara moved from person to person, until she pointed out a figure at the corner of the picture.
“…and that’s Gracie, we’ve known each other sinc-”
“Did you say Gracie? Grace Chen?”
“Why yes, that is Grace Chen. How do you know her?”
“Your mother put me in touch with her when I was in a jam. We’ve spoken on the phone a few times and correspond by e-mail.” He couldn’t believe his eyes. James estimated she couldn’t be more than five foot one. She was a little stockier than some girls, but she had all the right curves. Grace’s raven colored hair and almond shaped eyes complimented her face. A smile lit up her face and outshone anyone else in the picture. As he studied the picture, he realized that Kara had kept moving on with her musings about Grace.
“Gracie is such an amazing person! She’s so funny and adventurous. I’ve never met anyone who can know and talk about so many things! It’s a shame that she doesn’t have a man in her life…what a catch!”
At that, James knew the gentle squeeze around his heart was the first stages of infatuation. He’d been through it enough. Ever the proper man, he pushed those feelings down every single time he spoke to Grace. However, those feelings were about to break out to the surface.
As the summer drew near, Mia was insistent that James join the family in Falmouth, MA for the summer season. Mia’s husband did well enough that they owned a summer house just outside the idyllic little town. While Cape Cod was a great place to go, James didn’t feel like it. He kept putting off his sister trying to come up with a better excuse than the last to stay in Boston. In the middle of June he received yet another call from Mia. She would not be deterred.
“James you simply must come down. I know you’re going on vacation for the next two weeks soon. What are you going to do? Waste it in your apartment?”
“And what’s wrong with that?” James was irritated at the fact that she was pushing the point.
“Nothing, you stubborn hermit. But your family wants to see you! And besides we’re going to have the Porters over starting next weekend…” James tried to zone out the droning on the other end of the line until, “…and little Gracie will be coming to stay for two wee-”
“Alright already, Mia! You win. I’ll be there Friday.”
Now the small shadow in his life that was Grace Chen had a form. And it was upstairs in a room two doors down from his own.
Grace awoke with the sun warming her face. At first a little startled at her whereabouts, she gradually gained her senses and stretched out in the four poster bed. The flight and ferry to the Cape last night was really pushing it and she barely remembered plopping down into bed after a quick shower and a hasty good night with Mia and Kara. Rolling onto her side, Grace checked the clock. It was nearly 11 o’clock.
“Well, enough of this lazing about – it’s vacation time!” Hopping out of bed, Grace walked to the window to see what daylight had brought about. She was greeted with a beautiful view of the green backyard, with its stately trees providing shade. The vista stretched out into the currently clam, blue water that made the Owens-Fraser Family summer house picturesque. Grace noticed a group of kids playing in the backyard. She smiled at their hassle free existence that was a three month summer vacation. Off in the distance, she noticed two figures making their way from the private dock that serviced the house.
Grace’s breath caught in her throat. Staring at the forms making their way to the backyard, she wondered which one was James?
James. As Grace closed her eyes, she heard his tender and gentle voice in her head. How many times had she wished his sweet laugh on the phone would change into an admission of interest in her? In the past year, the e-mails were cordial enough, but it was the phone calls that nursed her dream alive. James always asked how she was doing and she would ask the same, soon a fifteen minute business phone call turned into hour long conversations amongst friends.
“But who am I kidding? What do I know about this man?” Turning away from the window, Grace fought with herself. She knew what his favorite cologne was. How much he enjoyed music and movies. She knew he liked a good hot dog and soda at a baseball game over cigars and scotch at the bar. Grace knew from all these little tidbits that he was a man who was kind, knowledgeable, and caring. But was it enough to fall in love with him sight unseen?
“And he’s old enough to be your father,” Grace sneered out loud, “You always have that going for you.”
Getting dressed, she continued to berate herself. Grace had always considered herself to be pragmatic and logical. This fascination with an older man really threw her for a loop. But where did it land her? Early thirties and without a boyfriend. How can she have it all when she didn’t even get some? Tying her sneakers on then looking in the mirror, Grace took a deep breath.
“Why shouldn’t I go after him? Why the hell not? Go get ’em tiger!”
Now if only she could convince the person in the mirror to do it.
James casually strode into the expanse of the backyard. He and the other male family members had just returned from a less than successful fishing trip on the dock. Either way, it felt good to be in the air and sun of the Cape. Glancing around, he noted that the house cook had already started grilling up the burgers and hot dogs for lunch. His grand nieces and nephews ran about while the adults lounged around. For a moment, he felt bad about turning down his sister’s numerous invitations before coming. Making his way to the cooler, James almost had forgotten how nervous he was earlier.
“Uncle James! Uncle James!” He looked up in the direction of the house and saw Kara. After cracking open the soda in his hand, he waved to Kara who motioned him over. As he walked over, Kara excitedly turned her back to him and was talking with someone at the entrance of the covered porch.
“I can’t believe you two haven’t met…that’s so funny that you two have gotten to know each other that way! I’m sure he’ll be glad to meet you,” Kara turned and was face to face with her uncle and said, “Oh! Uncle James…this is…”
James never heard the formal announcement of her name. He didn’t need to. Looking past his niece, he saw her and knew. Her short, black hair was tied back into pigtails. She removed her sun glasses to reveal a pair of beautiful brown eyes. And though casually dressed in khaki shorts and a fitted green polo shirt, she was as feminine as can be.
“Hello, Mr. Owens” she took his hand – it was so small in his, “I’m glad to finally meet you.”
Is that all you can come up with Chen? She thought to herself. Oh come on! But what else could she say? The man towered over her by at least a foot. His salt and pepper hair was mussed by the sea breeze. His hazel eyes smiled down at her. And the rest of him! Well, let’s say that time was very kind to him. Desperately trying to make a good impression, all Grace could do was smile back. A moment before she felt like a complete disaster, he replied.
“Mr. Owens? Such a formal greeting,” James stepped forward and embraced her, “I believe we’re better acquaintances than that, Grace.”
James almost couldn’t let go. He caught a whiff of her perfume. What was it? Tea roses, yes that was it. Stepping back from the hug he looked down at her. Grace just seemed so delicate in his arms. He couldn’t believe that they were actually standing there together.
Kara excused herself to go tend to a crying child. Both Grace and James stood there in a moment of uneasiness. All those safety barriers provided by e-mails and telephone lines disappeared much to the chagrin of the two people standing together.
“Um…would you like to go get a drink and grab a seat?” James ventured, “It looks like lunch is almost ready.” Grace nodded and she took the arm he offered as he escorted her into the familial fray. “So, Mia said you took the red eye from Toronto last night…soda or water?”
“Water please,” Grace watched James bend down and reach into the cooler. Her heart fluttered as she stared at his backside. “Uh…yeah, Toronto. I had a last minute training session with a hotel property we just purchased into the portfolio.”
“Well, I’m…I mean we’re glad you made it.” Another self-conscious silence befell them.
What the hell, Chen? Grace smiled on the outside, but felt like a gawky teenager. Pull yourself together!
It was Mia who saved them from catastrophe. “Gracie, sweetheart! I’m so glad you’re awake. Did you sleep well?” Mia grabbed Grace’s hand and led her to where she was sitting. Glancing back at James, she smiled while Mia chattered on. James smiled back and followed them.
Food and group conversation seemed to help everyone relax. James insisted Grace take the last lawn chair. Conversation drifted from topic to topic. Grace was so preoccupied with her nerves that she didn’t realize how hungry she was. Attacking her burger with gusto, she finally found the familiar groove that was discussion. Once the food was gone, everyone leaned back in the sun, satisfied and sated. Mia’s husband Nathan, joined James on the grass, kicking back.
“So James, how about those Bo Sox? Can they do it again?”
“Always faithful, Nate. Always faithful.” Baseball was one of those things sacred to James.
Mia sipped her iced tea, “Bah! Baseball. I was never really much into sports growing up. Honestly, I don’t see the point.” James was about to lecture his sister on the virtues of baseball, when he was caught unawares.
“Baseball is the life blood of American sports.” James turned to see who had said that. He was shocked when he realized that it was Grace. Downing the rest of her water, she continued animatedly, “It’s the ultimate team sport. Nine guys on a field. It’s nostalgia. It’s history. It’s something that is completely ours. How can you not like it?”
Kara laughed, “Gracie, I forget what a fanatic you are about baseball. I remember in college, she would always be pouring over the sports section in the middle of a lecture.”
“Hey, I’m a MLB girl through and through. Nothing better than an afternoon at the ball park for me.”
“Well, I don’t know about baseball being the ultimate team sport,” Nathan said getting up, “But I know I’m in the mood for some football! Who’s in?”
A mix of kids and adult males moved about picking sides. The ladies got up and moved their seats to watch the game. Grace got up from her seat and jogged out to where they were playing. Shaking himself, James got up and called out to her.
“Grace, wait up!” She stopped and turned around. Hand on her hip, she smiled that smile he already felt like he couldn’t live without. “So, who do you root for?”
“The Padres, naturally.”
“The Padres?” James tried not to snort. “An NL team?”
“Oh, a baseball snob, Mr. Red Sox?” They started walking again, “Next thing you’ll tell me is that I have no appreciation for the tradition of the game.”
“No, I wouldn’t think of ever insulting you like that!” They shared a laugh.
Nathan called from the playing field, “Grace, James…you guys in or what?”
“I’m your girl Uncle Natty!”
“Great! James, you play on the other side to make things even.”
James was incredulous, “You like football too?”
“Yes, I do,” Grace replied as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “Now try and keep up with me, okay?” Playfully, she slapped James’ bottom with her hand and ran away.
Grace Chen, do you have any idea what you’ve done to me? Shaking his head, James joined the game.
He was hooked on her. Hooked like an addict. The day progressed and James found himself trying to stay close to her. After football, an afternoon excursion on the family boat was organized. On the boat, he called her up to the bow any time he needed assistance with something. After about the third time, she settled herself next to him where they talked amicably for the rest of the trip. Kara was right; Gracie did know a lot of stuff to talk about. They laughed at similar jokes. They told stories. She was intellectually equal and very quick. This was something he hadn’t had the pleasure of experiencing in a very long time.
Arriving back on the dock, everyone went their separate ways before dinner. Grace was disembarking and headed up back to the house, when she felt a tap on her shoulder. “Hey, can I walk with you?” It was that honey smooth voice she had become enamored with. James brought himself even with her and slowed down her walking pace.
“Sure. I’m just headed up to the house.” A small shiver went down her spine as she realized that everyone was ahead of them.
“Let’s take a detour. Have you seen the gardens around the house? They’re really pretty this time of day.”
Grace looked up at James. She was struck at how boyish he looked, even with those gentle laugh lines. “That…that would be nice.”
They walked side by side, talking about books they had recently read. To Grace, it was oddly comforting. Almost like one of their telephone calls. When they reached the garden, James changed the direction of the conversation. “You know, I really do appreciate all the help you’ve given me over the last year.”
“Oh, not a problem at all, James.” Hands behind her back, Grace walked at a deliberate pace. She felt happy to be in his company. She hadn’t felt that way about someone in a very long time. “I’m only glad to help.”
“Well, thank you anyway.” Sunset was almost upon them. Everything was touched in a gold hue. The scent of the sea mixed with the sweet hyacinth that surrounded them. James inhaled, trying to find more words, “So, uh, what’s going on with your life right now?”
“Not much. Mostly work stuff. I’ve been traveling a lot lately.” Grace chuckled softly, “I often tell my friends that I don’t have time for a boyfriend.”
James’ heart leapt, “No boyfriend? Surely you mean you don’t have time to spend with your boyfriend.”
“No. I don’t have one. Let’s just say I’m a bit too much for them.”
“Oh come now, surely…”
Grace halted and looked at him, eyes wide, “There is no surely, James. It seems I’m not the type men look for.” For a split second, James saw bitterness in her eyes. Thinking back to that day in Kara’s library, he realized that Grace was the only one not coupled with anyone in the picture. It’s a shame she doesn’t have a man in her life, Kara said.
James took her hand, “Aren’t you being a little hard on yourself?”
Grace looked down, feeling his eyes on her. What was that she saw in them? Longing? Did he figure out her secret desire for him? All day, she had masked herself and tried to just be next to him. A moment ago, he somehow tapped into the one thing that made her feel vulnerable. She knew now that he was taking notice of her. But why did the one thing she want scare her?
“Grace?” James squeezed her hand in his own. She had fallen silent and he became frightened. Did he hit a nerve? Had he closed the door on his chance? He took her other hand as well. “Gracie, are you okay?”
“I’m fine, James. I, uh,” she sputtered trying to find her words. Looking back up, she wondered if his eyes had ever left her. Now that she had his attention, she couldn’t bear it. “I’m just not good at taking compliments. Thank you.” She removed her hands from his grasp. Before he could protest, she began walking again, “We’d better get in. Dinner will be ready soon.”
James stood in the garden and watched her disappear into the shadows of sunset and into the house. In that short thirty seconds, both James and Grace thought they would die from the ache in their hearts.
Grace was pretty subdued at dinner. James figured he was crowding her, so he took a seat at the opposite end of the table. Except for a few minor cracks at a political figure, she kept to herself. She excused herself from the table saying that she was tired. After wishing everyone good night, Grace stood under the warm shower and tried to make sense of it all. So far, James was everything she had imagined and more. Now she was running scared. Deep down she knew he was what she wanted. Logical Grace kept popping up and reminding her of the age difference and the fact that up until today, James was a silhouette in her mind. Why am I being so damned cautious? Grace flopped down onto the bed and stared at the ceiling. Okay, so what? He’s older. Big deal. James obviously felt something for her. She saw the hurt look in his face as she broke away from him in the garden. She also knew that James made her feel different. Falling into a fitful sleep, Grace continued to fight within.
The next morning brought new hope to James. Last night, he felt like an idiot prowling just outside Grace’s door after everyone had gone to bed. He desperately wanted to mend whatever fence he broke with her, but couldn’t bring himself to knock on the door. What was he going to do? She distanced herself after their sunset walk, as if terrified of him. Stalking back to his room, James made up his mind. Their moment in the garden showed him what he needed to do. He would chase Grace, even if it cost him everything.
After morning services in the family chapel, Mia announced that she was going into town to shop. This prompted the household to agree and spend a day in the village of Falmouth. As large as the party was, three cars were commandeered in order to transport everyone. Kara and Grace quickly rounded up the children and portioned them off amongst the vehicles. When it came time to depart, all that was left was for Kara and Grace to strap in. James moved to the young women standing in the driveway. “Okay ladies, there are two seats left. One seat in Nathan’s van and one in the Mustang with me. Kara, why don’t you…”
“Why don’t you go ahead and ride with James, Grace?” Grace did not reply and James’ heart sank. Kara grabbed Grace’s arm. “I need to keep an eye on my rug rats anyway. You two enjoy the drive down!” Before Grace could protest any further, Kara bolted and got into the van with her parents.
James stared at his niece. Was he mistaken, or did she just wink at him while pushing her best friend towards him? Kara stuck her head out of the car window and yelled. “Hey, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do Uncle Jamie!”
James made a mental note to leave a sizeable chunk of money to Kara when he died. Turning back around, he caught the vision that was Grace. Today, she wore a pale yellow sun dress and a pair of white ballerina flats. As far as James was concerned, she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
“Well, Gracie. I guess it’s just us.”
“It would seem that way, wouldn’t it?”
“Listen, I don’t know why you took off out of the garden. But whatever it was, I’m sorry.” James opened the door to the car as a gesture of peace. “I enjoy your company and I hope you can forgive me. Now, let’s go enjoy the town, okay?”
A smile spread across Grace’s face. Hopping into the convertible, she commented, “There’s nothing to forgive James. Besides, how can I refuse a ride in a classic like this?”
Falmouth’s scenery was perfect. As they cruised down the road, James pointed out the cranberry farms that made the area famous. Grace, wind in her hair, admired the houses and historical monuments on the way. James was gracious enough to stop for a moment along the coast so she could snap a picture of a lighthouse in the bay. They caught up with the rest of their party in the town center. After a light lunch at the Coonamessett Inn, the group split up and shopped.
James and Grace ended up walking around with Mia and Nathan in and out of the various stores and boutiques. Straggling behind them, James told Grace about his childhood and growing up during summers at the Cape. Grace thrilled in hearing about his life and accepted his hand when he offered it to her to hold while crossing the street. In comfortable companionship, they traveled down the sunny streets of the village. At one point, Mia and Grace wandered into a local jewelry shop while James and Nathan haggled with an old family friend for a couple of cigars in a shop next door.
Mia was contemplating a bracelet, when Nathan wrapped his arms around her saying, “Whatever you want Mia dearest, you deserve it.” Grace watched the light in Mia’s eyes dance as she showed the bracelet to her husband. I hope that I can be that happy one day, she thought turning to a nearby case of necklaces.
“Is there anything that catches your eye, Miss?” The clerk was in the process of opening the case. Grace shook her head.
“Oh no, I was just-”
“She was just trying to decide what she wants,” James’ deep, resonant voice startled her from behind. Catching herself, she turned to him. His hazel eyes were on her face, “Well, Gracie, pick something. My treat.”
“I-I, oh, I couldn’t.” Turning back around, she stared at the clerk as if to ask for his help in getting her out of this situation. James was insistent.
“You have helped me out of so many times this year. This is the least I could do for you.” He stood next to her and touched her arm, “Please, Grace. You will insult me if you don’t.” Electricity shot up her arm where he touched her. The look on his face was quite sincere, and Grace felt her heart melt. Her eyes scanned the glass case. Looking from item to item, Grace couldn’t decide. She was trying very hard not to abuse his generosity and hoped to stall long enough to find an excuse not to buy anything.
“Choose something Grace,” he said putting his arm around her and then letting go. “Make an old man happy, will you?”
“You are hardly old James Owens,” Mia chimed in. She and Nathan had completed their purchases. “Possibly insane, but not old. And what are you two up to?”
“I simply want to give Grace a token of my thanks for all her help. But she seems to think that none of it is deserved.”
“Oh Gracie, you are too sweet.” Mia leaned over and whispered in her ear, “Let him do what he wants, honey. You deserve it.” A coy look developed on Mia’s face. “Well, you two duke it out. Nathan and I are going to meet up with the rest of the group and head back to the house. We’ll see you at dinner!” Grace helplessly watched as Mia and Nathan took off, leaving her alone with James.
James nudged her, “Well, I’m waiting.” Grace looked up at him. His eyes pleading with her silently. Taking his hand, she turned back to the glass case. In the very corner, she spotted it. On a thin sterling silver chain it hung.
She pointed to the object. “That one. The little silver starfish in the corner.”
“Excellent choice, Miss,” the clerk remarked. The clerk and James quickly worked to finish the sale. In no time, they were out on the street again heading back to the car. On the way back, James went inside the local grocery to pick up a bottle of wine for dinner. Grace told him that she would meet him at the car a block up.
When she got into the car, she opened the bag from the jewelry store and took out the box. Grace fingered the delicate sterling piece and felt a warm glow envelope her. It seemed silly, but the small gift meant a lot to her. Grace wondered though, why James was so insistent in buying her the necklace. Remember his pleading look, she mulled over what it meant.
“You really picked out something nice, Grace.” James was standing outside the car looking at her with those wonderful eyes.
“Well, thank you again for the generous gift. I still don’t think I deserve it.” She watched him get into the car, admiring how nicely he filled out his khaki pants and tailored button down shirt. James always seemed to be so put together.
“Well too bad Miss Gracie, I believe you do deserve it. And my opinion is the one that matters right now.” Taking the box out of her hands he removed the necklace. “Turn around, you need to be wearing this.” Grace turned and lifted her bobbed hair. Fumbling with the clasp, James tried not to pay attention to the softness of her skin and the form of her neck. How he wanted to kiss the back of her neck and pull her close to him. He settled for letting his hands trail fleetingly down her back as he pulled away. “There. Now, let’s take a look.”
Grace turned back around and looked in the rear view mirror. The charm was just right. Not too big, not too small. It was framed perfectly by her dress. Without thinking, she leaned over and kissed James on the cheek. The scent of her rose perfume made him heady. The contact of his warm skin on her lips astonished her. Both James and Grace fought to hide the stunned look on their faces. Recovering and settling into her seat, Grace spoke.
“For what it’s worth, thank you again, James. You are too kind to me.” The deep blush in her tan cheeks belied the calm response. As James started the car, Grace simply smiled as he took her hand and kept it in his on the drive home.
Dinner was early that night, and it was a veritable feast of seafood, laughter, stories, and jokes. Taking a seat next to each other, James kept a close eye on Grace’s reactions as he brushed his hand on her leg or held her hand underneath the table. They said very little to each other on the way home, and once they arrived, dinner was served. How James ached to tell her what he was feeling! The angelic laugh and dulcet voice captivated him to the point that he couldn’t take his eyes off of her while she spoke. Her mind worked so quickly, and he admired how sure-footed she was on any topic. When dinner was done, he felt a small tinge of loneliness as Grace got up and went with Kara out to the covered porch to listen to some music. He got trapped by Nathan to join the men for a cigar in the study. As she left, Grace turned and smiled. James took it as a silent promise that they would see each other soon.
When he finally escaped the musty boy’s club, James found Grace outside alone, sitting astride the homemade swing, singing along to the CD player. Standing at the doorway of the covered porch, he spied on her. She still donned her sundress, but because of the breeze, had added a delicate white cardigan. Being as small as she was, her bare feet barely grazed the blades of grass beneath her. Grace was laughing and swinging along in the waning sunlight to Van Morrison’s “Brown Eyed Girl.” James prayed silently to himself: Please don’t ever let me forget this picture of her. She’s absolutely perfect.
Head flung back, her voice carried into the air, “Standing in the sunlight laughing…slipping and a sliding…” James moved toward the tree noting that her back was to him, “…My brown eyed girl…You are my brown eyed girl!”
Leaning against the tree, he laughed, “Do you think Van knew he was writing about you when he penned that song?” Grace turned around and saw him standing there. Another blush crossed her face and her own deep brown eyes sparkled. Not knowing how to respond, Grace simply turned around so that she was sitting squarely in the swing. Taking advantage, James stepped behind her and gave her a push. Around them, the ocean lapped softly in the distance and the birds sang their final songs before the evening.
Grace didn’t dare turn around. Picking a spot on the lawn to stare at, she tried to center her mind. There was no doubt about it; she was very much attracted to this handsome man. But the conflict still raged inside of her. Never had a man showed as much care and thoughtfulness than he had in the last couple of days. Recounting the stolen glances, shy smiles, and especially the displays of affection they shared that afternoon, Grace couldn’t help but give herself to him. Yet there was this unmentioned gap. It was filled with hazards in her mind. Their age. The distance between their homes. The fact that this was her best friend’s uncle. Yes, she wanted him body and soul. Still she couldn’t let go of the fear that it could all come crashing down on them.
It was tearing her apart. As she stared down the grass, she was oblivious to the fact that James was trying to get her attention. When she glanced up, she was face to face with him. He had squatted down in front of her and looked quite concerned.
“Grace, what is it?” His hand brushed her face, “Gracie, are you crying?” So obsessed with the battle raging in her head, she failed to realize that the drama was now playing plainly on her face. James wrapped his hands around hers as she held onto the ropes of the swing. He called to her again, “Grace. Talk to me, please.”
Those eyes! Those big, brown, beautiful eyes! They were welling up before him and all James could think of was how to make them stop crying. She closed them shut and took a deep breath. Grace opened her eyes. Her voice was a little shaky as she spoke.
“I’m sorry. I’ve just been…been thinking so much the last week.” Gulping for air and composing herself, Grace looked directly into his soft hazel eyes. “When they told me you were coming…I…something inside me just…clicked.” Her voice dropped to almost a whisper, “Talking and writing with you this past year, well, it was comforting.”
“I know. I was thinking the same thing.”
“But you don’t understand, James. Whenever you would write or call, you would always make me feel special. Getting to know you this way…”
“…made me fall in love with you.” His words made her stop dead in her tracks mentally. Taking a leap of faith, James continued. “Grace, I don’t pretend to understand how the world works, but somehow I’ve fallen in love with you.”
“With only phone calls? E-mails?”
“I know, I know. This all seems improbable.”
“And our ages…”
“Don’t think I haven’t thought of that, Grace.” A shiver broke through James’ body. But he soldiered on, “I tried to pretend that what was developing wasn’t happening. Then Mia invited me to the house, and then you were here. You were in the flesh here.” He took her face in his hands, “And I just knew, Grace. I knew.”
Grace rested her head in his hands. A tear trickled down her face. She then straightened herself up in the swing, “How can you know, James? How can we really know? What if you’re wrong and this is just some sick and strange crush?” The ferocity of her statement caught him by surprise. She stood up and got off the swing abruptly. Grace walked a wide berth around him.
“Strange? You’re calling me falling in love with you sick and strange?” Scrambling off the ground, he blocked her path to the porch. Grace tried to walk past him, but he wouldn’t budge, “Grace! Don’t tell me you don’t feel the same way. Didn’t you fall in love with me too?”
“You speak of my love like you have experienced love like mine before!” Grace’s voice had a slight edge to it. “But how can you really know? I know when I dreamed of love, I didn’t expect it to come like this! What girl ever thinks that her Prince Charming would be old enough to be her father?”
“And you think I willingly invited this? Grace, I am an old man, but I know that I have never felt this way about anyone.” James tried to reach for her, she side stepped him. “Grace…I know how you feel. I’m scared too.”
Once again she tried to walk past him, but he gathered her in a fierce embrace. “James,” she cried, “Please just let me by.” She struggle against him weakly, “Just let me go.”
Pulling back, he looked down at her. Tears stained the perfect face before him. The conflict and concern bearing witness down her cheeks. It was almost too much to bear. James knew he had to try. Once again, taking her face in his hands, he bent his head down to her. Time stopped. He tilted his head and whispered, “But, I love you. I love you Gracie, I do.”
His lips grazed hers at first, like a test. Passing the litmus, he let go of her face and held onto her for dear life. He kissed her deeply and with all the longing in his heart. It was the way he had wanted to kiss her since yesterday when he first met her face to face. At first stunned, Grace kissed back with as much heat and passion that she could muster. Her body was pressed onto his, and she felt a warm glow inside her. But as quickly as it came, the warmth left her as she came to her senses. Her hands were on his chest and she pushed with all her might. As James stumbled, she brushed past him onto the porch. Before entering the house, she turned.
“I’m sorry I barged into your life.” Wiping her eyes dry, she entered the house. James stood rooted to the spot feeling as if everything he had done in his life was for nothing. He was cut open and bleeding from the heart, and for a moment, he didn’t care if he lived or died.
The next two days were pure agony for James. Aside from the occasional greeting during meals, Grace stayed away from him. On Monday, she took off on a bike and spent the whole day at the beach. On Tuesday, the women went back into town for a spa day. Grace was sending the message that she didn’t want any part of him. James wandered about the house brooding. Wanting to respect her wishes, he hung back from most activities and gave Grace the space he thought she needed. But it came at a heavy price to his heart.
For her part, Grace tried to put Sunday’s revelations behind her. Convincing herself that it was for the best, she tried to enjoy her vacation. Deep down, she worried at how she could spend the next week and a half here with James. Sitting on her bed Tuesday night, she contemplated leaving early, making some excuse about an emergency at work, but she knew Mia and Nathan would talk her out of it. It pained her to look at him. Grace knew that she had hurt him. She sat on her bed toying with a box in her hands. She had to end this obsession. Grace simply could not reconcile her feelings and her logic when it came to James. Sliding off the bed, Grace caught her image in the mirror. A bittersweet look crossed her face.
“This has to end tonight, no matter how much it hurts.”
It was shortly after midnight and the house was quiet. Peeking her head out into the hallway, Grace felt her heart beat hard in her chest. Like a prowler, she crept down the hall. Two doors down, James’ bedroom door was cracked open and the light on. Good, he’s awake. It might be easier this way, Grace thought. Arriving at her destination, she took a deep breath and pushed open the door. James was slumped in a chair, head resting on the desk having fallen asleep there. His forehead was furrowed with worry and an empty scotch glass was near his hand. He was still wearing his jeans and polo shirt. Grace touched his head and stroked his hair, trying to gently wake him up. He stirred in his seat and turned his head.
“Oh, Gracie…” he mumbled in his sleep. Her hand flew back and Grace felt her resolution waver. With tears welling, she decided not to wake him up. Instead, with a shaky hand, she placed the small box she had been holding on the desk next to him.
Kissing him on the forehead, she whispered, “I wish I were a braver girl.” Grace turned around, exited the room without stealing a glance back, and silently made her way downstairs.
In a haze, James thought he heard someone in his room. Waking himself, he sat up almost knocking the scotch glass off his desk. Quickly catching it, he knocked something else off the desk onto the floor. “What the heck?” Bending down he picked up a small box off the floor. Standing up, a cold, hard realization hit him and James glanced from the closed bedroom door back to the box several times. He figured if he did that, the truth would never hit him. He knew too well what it was. Opening the jewelry box, James was confronted with Grace’s way of trying to say goodbye. The little silver starfish dangled from its thin chain. He made his way to the window, feeling lost and abandoned.
Grace tried to clear her head. She kept walking, not really knowing what she wanted to do or where she wanted to go. She just knew she needed to get out the house for a little bit. She needed to be somewhere where the guilt wasn’t so overwhelming. Somewhere James couldn’t find her when he eventually woke up. Almost as if on auto-pilot, she grabbed her sneakers from the porch, laced them on and took off for the dock. It was the only place that she could think to go. Feeling every inch the coward, Grace pushed through the door of the covered porch and ran.
In the moonlight, the starfish charm shined. James just stared at it heartbroken. Why, Grace, why won’t you let me in? Looking out the window, he searched the stars for an answer that never came. Sighing, James pondered if it was time to give up this chase. Maybe she’s right. Maybe it wouldn’t…what the…
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of movement. Pressing his head to the window, James saw Grace moving briskly across the backyard. Where was she going at this time of night? She was only dressed in her pajama bottoms and a thin cotton shirt. Seeing the trees sway in the night breeze, and remembering the news, he knew there was a chance of a summer storm. Glancing about the room for his jacket, concern took over in his head. He located his jacket and grabbed a throw blanket off his bed and took off after Grace.
Letting his eyes adjust to the darkness, James look about frantically. Even though they were secluded from any general public traffic, the thought of Grace out in the dark alone scared him. He oriented himself in the direction he saw her run to and realized that she was heading for the boat dock. The air was chilly and the wind was starting to pick up. What in heaven’s name possessed you to come out here, Gracie? James shivered in his thin windbreaker. Remembering her own state of dress with alarming clarity, he called out her name.
As he got closer to the dock, he searched it with his eyes frantically. The waves were starting to slap heavily as he neared the dock. Still no sight of her. “Grace!” he barked out into the night air, “Gracie, where are you?” James came to a dead stop at the start of the dock. “Gracie?”
Her tiny form was seated at the end of the pier, leaning up against a post. She was hugging her knees to her chest and staring blankly out into the water and sky. Like a delicate doll, she was perched on the edge. James cautiously approached her. Hearing his soft steps on the wood, she turned her head slightly. “What are you doing out here?”
“I could ask you the same thing.” He waited. She stood up and faced him. Goosebumps ran up and down her arms, it only added to the heartbreaking picture of her. James extended his arms, “Sweetheart, come here.”
She shook her head, “Please don’t call me that.”
“Grace, come here, you’re shivering.” He proffered the blanket to her. “At least put this on, honey.” He moved towards her, “You shouldn’t be out here.” Grace just stared blankly at him. Clouds were moving in behind her in an almost ominous sign. With the fear eating at his heart, James’ words rushed forward, “Look, can’t we talk about this?”
“There isn’t anything to talk about James. I made up my mind already.” Grace took a few steps forward as the wind blew at her back. “We can’t.”
“You never gave me a good enough reason why!” James was fighting for her, against whom or what he didn’t know. But damn it, I’m going to win! Feeling bolder, James walked up, wanting to stake his claim. “That’s the least you owe me, Grace. At least tell me why you can’t return my love.” Raising his voice a little, he pleaded, “Tell me why this isn’t going to work!”
The stoic then stirred. Why was she fighting this? She felt tired. Tired of fighting her feelings, tired of hiding from him, and tired of pretending she didn’t care. “I don’t have an answer for you, James.” Crying and sobbing, she broke down. Her legs gave way and she fell to her knees, “I’m too scared to try! I’m too scared to fail. I love you, James, but I just don’t know if that’s enough!”
Sprinting to her side, James embraced her as he knelt down. Her body was wracked by her sobs and her skin was cold to the touch. Quickly, he unfurled the blanket and wrapped it around her shoulders. Soothing her as best he could, he held on to her, “It’s okay, Grace. It’s okay to be unsure.”
How can you say that to me? How can you comfort me when I’ve done nothing but push you away? Grace looked into his eyes as if seeing him for he first time, “James, oh my…James, I’m so sorry…”
“For what?” A gentle smile broke on his face and he wiped away her tears. Indeed, why was she sorry? Or why was she ever afraid? He was here for her, even after the pain she put him through. Grace opened her mouth to answer, but before she could, James kissed her fully on the mouth. The kiss was deep and soul shaking. Grace felt all her fears leave her and kissed back.
It was electric. The moment his lips touched hers, James knew he had finally won the battle. Her body warmed and surged with life as she returned the kiss and his embrace one hundred fold. Reluctantly, their lips parted and they came up for air. Heads touching, arms entwined, Grace spoke in a whisper, “I love you too. I knew it when I first saw you coming towards me on Saturday. I was just too sca-”
She was cut off by another kiss. Now that he had gotten her to admit it, James felt more alive than ever. He wanted her, he had always wanted her, but right then and there, he needed to make love to her. James let his hands roam her body. They memorized every curve and line that they could. Pulling her closer, he murmured into her ear, “Grace, I need you.”
She had felt his need growing against her. Luckily, her needs were growing inside her as well. She merely nodded in assent and for the first time in two days, Grace smiled genuinely. As if lending its approval as well, the sky opened up and started to rain. Taking her hand, James helped Grace up and they started to move.
“We’re never going to make it back to the house before we get soaked!” He led her off the dock and hung a quick left. The rain indeed was starting to come down harder. “Come on, we’ll get shelter in the boathouse until it passes.” Grace held the blanket over her head as James managed to get the door open. They dashed inside as the first roar of thunder came.
The boathouse was empty save for two skiffs and some supplies. Shaking the water off the blanket, Grace laid it on top of the flat bottom of one overturned boat. James had found the switch to the small lamp that lit up the room, but for the most part, the only light came through the two large windows that flanked the room. Lightning provided the night light. A sudden flash with a clap of thunder startled Grace and she jumped. Turning around, she was startled once again as she discovered James standing right behind her.
Their eyes locked together, James marveled at her. Not wasting anymore time, he once again kissed her deeply. His hands invited themselves to touch her skin underneath her thin shirt. Grace’s tongue fought its way into his mouth as they savored the kiss and the heat that was between them. Stepping back, Grace caught sight of the bulge in James’ jeans and smiled. Flattening her palm, she rubbed at it while looking up at him.
“I need to make amends with you,” a wicked smile crossed her face, “and I think I know where to begin.
Grace’s delicate fingers tugged at James’ polo shirt and she managed to get it over his head while he kicked off his shoes. A well defined chest was her reward. James closed his eyes as she stroked his chest and belly. He was so drunk with her touch that he did not even hear her unbuckle his belt and undo his pants. Opening his eyes, he was startled that Grace wasn’t in his line of sight. He was about to call out to her when he felt her hands on his legs. Looking down, he caught her pulling down his boxer briefs. The sight made him moan.
She had dropped down onto her knees, peeling off his clothing bit by bit, until he was naked before her. Grace gasped when she saw his cock. It bobbed in front of her, heavy with want. Licking her lips, she breathed, “I’m sorry for hurting you, James. I hope you can forgive me.” With that, she took him whole in her mouth.
As her tongue worked his swollen shaft, James couldn’t believe she was asking for forgiveness. That was mostly because he forgot what she wanted forgiveness from. Grace’s mouth was closed tight around his thickness. Her lips dragged along, hitting every vein and bump along the way. Finding a handful of his ass cheeks, Grace forced him deeper into her waiting mouth. James groaned as her sensuous mouth moved up and down his cock. He could feel the electricity build in his spine. James’ hands ran themselves over her smooth black hair, as lightly as he could so as not to disturb her exquisite work.
Grace was ravenous. She thrilled at every moan and groan that came from his mouth. It made her want to pleasure him more. Pulling her lips to the head, Grace let her tongue swirl around it like her own personal treat. “Grace, honey. I’m close.” His words were strained and his breathing labored. She didn’t stop. Grace massaged his balls as she doubled up her efforts. She felt his hips buck involuntarily; enjoying the power she had over him. “Oh god, Grace! You have to let me up, baby!”
With a pop, she released him from her mouth. She kept her hand at the base of his cock and looked up, wanton and excited. Grace started to stroke him again; James took her by the shoulders and got her to her feet.
“Where did you learn to do that?” She just smiled at him, his manhood still prominent in her hands. Taking the hint, James nipped at her neck, grabbed her by the waist and sat her on the upturned boat. “You are going to be some treat, Miss Gracie, I can tell.”
Reaching for the waistband of her pajama bottoms, James couldn’t keep her eyes off of her. Grace’s face was lit with lust. She pulled off her shirt, revealing a wonderful set of breasts. Lifting her ass, James worked both her pants and panties down in one smooth move. Tossing her garments aside, James let his eyes fall upon her naked form for the first time. Perched on the boat, she was a breathtaking sight. The slope of her breasts, the swell of her hips. She was perfect to him.
Moving between her legs, he kissed her slowly. He savored her mouth and lips, while his hands caressed her breasts. His thumbs brushed gently on her nipples. The brown areole tightened at his touch. James kissed down her neck guided by an invisible map on her body. Her arousal was obvious, and her scent filled the room. His left hand traveled down her stomach and between the slippery cleft between her legs.
“Grace, I want to pleasure you,” James slipped two fingers into her waiting pussy, “I want to taste you,” his thumb found her engorged clit, “I want to fuck you until you pass out.” His words drove her wild as she began to grip his fingers with her pussy. Kissing down to the top of her breasts, he controlled the pace of Grace’s slow burn into passion. Taking a nipple into his mouth, James lovingly suckled and teased it with his tongue repeating the treatment on the other one. He felt Grace jump and place her hands on his back, trying to keep balanced. Kissing his way between her breasts, James increased the speed of his fingers. She felt exquisite, warm and ready for him. Descending to his knees, trailing even more kisses down her angelic body, James parted her legs and gazed into her eyes. “You are so beautiful.”
Grace leaned back and braced herself on her elbows. She watched James’ face disappear, and then felt his tongue slowly lick her pussy lips. “Oh, yes,” she hissed and closed her eyes. He kept his fingers inside her, snug and stroking all the right places. Meanwhile, he was trying to devour her whole. Grace cried out as her clit was pulled into his mouth. James gently sucked and tugged on it expertly, relishing her taste. His fingers plunged in and out of her, bringing her closer and closer to her orgasm. Gripping the blanket, Grace moved her hips to take advantage of his ministrations. Bracing her legs on his shoulders, James let his tongue join his fingers. He drank her up like a fine wine. As his other hand found her swollen nub, she rocked onto his face, grabbed his head and went into the stars in pure bliss.
Feeling dizzy, Grace felt the after glow of a most satisfying orgasm. Looking back down with hooded eyes, she saw her lover smile back at her. James took his time coming back to her. Affectionately, he kissed her thighs with suede soft lips. Those golden hazel eyes stayed locked into hers seemingly invalidating time and space. With the sound of rain falling outside, all there was at that moment was Grace and James. Finally.
“You can’t imagine how long I’ve dreamt of this,” James stood up, warm palms sliding up her body. He supported her back by drawing her into an embrace. Grace kissed his lips, faintly tasting the reward of his oral efforts. One arm encircled his neck, while the other traced a finger on his face. Tilting her head, Grace inspected his features, amazed at his love. James kissed her again, “What are you thinking of?”
“About how stupid I was. How much time I wasted being afraid.”
“Don’t say that, honey. You weren’t being stupid.”
“Oh, but I was!” Her voice dropped to a whisper, “Why did I ever fear…”
“I do not want to wonder what should have been. I want to concentrate on what I want to give you, Gracie.”
“And what would that be?”
“Well, eventually, I’m going to give you the world.” James stepped forward, letting the head of his cock press at her needy entrance, “But for now, I want to give you another thrill.”
His lips crushed hers as James’ swiftly entered her. The effect on Grace physically was immediate, her body arched and she raised herself so that she could accommodate his girth. Once he had hit bottom, he held himself there. Grace felt herself spread, almost to her breaking point. She relaxed as her pussy embraced his member and squeezed down on him. Wrapping her strong legs around his waist, she silently signaled that she was ready.
The pace was steady at first. They couldn’t bear to look away from each other. Their faces laid bare to the sheer joy of their lovemaking. James marveled at how tight and wet Grace was. He fit her like a glove. Leaning back slightly, Grace let one hand slide down her body, where she flicked at her clit. The sight of her pleasuring herself stoked the fire within James. Wanting to watch, he followed her hand. The combined sight of his member pulling out, glistening with her sweet honey, and her fingers working her clit, was almost too much. The deliberate pace soon turned into a free-for-all.
“Oh, James…please!” Grace cried out and he slammed into her. Her body jerked and she felt like she would die without release. James loved watching her face twist and turn with each thrust. His own body started to use pure instinct and the familiar tightening at his sack warned that his own release was eminent. Not wanting to just let it happen, James brought his lips to Grace’s ear.
“Come on, baby. I want to feel you come on me.” She groaned at his whispered plea, her hips thrusting to meet his assault. “Yes, that’s it Grace. God, I love you…” He gasped, barely able to control himself. He’d never felt so hard before. Never had a woman made him feel so complete. “Oh, sweet Grace, you make me feel like a man.”
It was more than Grace could take. Her body stiffened and she wailed as if weeping. Underneath her, she felt the boat slide forcefully under their weight. Her pussy clenched and released a flood that covered James’ cock and pubic hair. Grace held on tight to James’ strong body, trembling and screaming in his arms. “Oh…J-James…YES!”
With her punctuated release, James felt himself give in. He exploded, pressing his body onto her until her back was flush with the bottom of the boat. His cock pumped like his heart in his chest. James kissed Grace’s neck and shoulder, his moan muffled by her hot skin. Grace knew she was completely filled and now overflowing with James. His hips moved on their own, continuing to propel his member into Grace. Their senses were seared with the ecstasy of their union. They had given each other everything that they could give, knowing it would not be the last time.
Slowly, James’ sense returned to him. He laid his head on her chest. The gentle rise and fall of her breathing lulled his own exertion. On weak legs, he brought himself to stand over her. What a sight she was. Grace’s face bore the look of satiation. Her skin glistened with a light sheen of sweat. She lay limply with her eyes closed on the boat, her tan skin contrasting greatly with the white wash of the skiff. Her lips trembled as if she were uttering a secret prayer. Grace seemed oblivious to the world and she radiated sensuality. What a sight indeed, James thought.
Wrapping her in the blanket, James gently lifted her off the skiff, and lowered both of them to the floor. On the wood floor, he nestled Grace to his body, forming a protective layer around her. Only then did James realize that the storm had passed. The window across the room now showed a full and beautiful moon that washed the room in a silvery blue. He felt Grace stir next to him. Looking into her placid face, James covered her cheeks in kisses. Grace’s eyes fluttered open, seeking out the familiar. When she had found and focused on James, she smiled shyly.
“Hey there, angel,” James tightened his embrace around them.
Snuggling closer to him, Grace whispered, “I love you.”
“I love you too. Thank you for barging into my life, Gracie.”
“No, thank you for inviting yourself into mine.”