This was his own fault. He’d let her go.
The guy walked her up to her door, and Melody allowed the young man a sweet kiss. Jerry’s mouth watered, remembering what her lips felt like on his, the way her body had curled to his. The guy watched her go inside and then bounded down the stairs, grinning like he’d scored something. He hadn’t been allowed in the apartment so he must have gotten another date. Bastard.
* * * *
Melody tiptoed through the bedroom to peek out the bedroom window. It had to be Jerry’s car. He was watching her. Still. Did he plan to sit out there all night? Why was he here at all? Should she go out and talk to him?
Her date with Dan had been nice. He was a good enough person. Funny and charming, but he wasn’t Jerry. He didn’t have Jerry’s solid strength or calm. When Dan touched her, she didn’t feel the same spark. He was pleasant and she was sure they could be great friends, but she couldn’t imagine choosing to make love to him.
She sat down on her bed. She liked her little apartment. It was the first place that was really her own. As a young wife, she had lived in the tents of her husband’s family. Since then she had been in whatever living arrangements her masters had. Many times she had changed those arrangements for them. When Jerry first brought her here, he had apologized because it was so small, but she had thought it the perfect size for a woman alone.
But she wouldn’t miss it. Not as much as she missed Jerry.
She put her keys in her pocket on her way out the door. Jerry’s car was still parked where she had seen it earlier and she watched him slouch down further in the driver’s seat as she approached. Did he think he could hide? Why would he want to? She knocked on the window. “You can wish to be invisible all you want. I can’t grant wishes any more. What are you doing here?”
Jerry climbed out of the car. “I heard you had a little trouble. Somebody tried to steal your purse.” He touched her chin with two fingers to turn her face to the side. The touch of his fingers was heavenly. “Are you okay?”
“He didn’t get my purse.”
“If somebody tries to take your purse, you should let them. You never know when your attacker is going to be violent.”
Melody’s chest tightened. He’d avoided her for a week and now he came around to scold her? “It is my purse.”
“It is your neck that’s going to get snapped by some meth addict stealing your purse to feed his monkey.”
“Oh, honestly.” Melody spun around. She shouldn’t have come out. She should have just let him sit in his car and stew.
“Melody, wait.” Jerry caught her arm in the middle of the road. Momentum swung her around to face him again. “I’m sorry.”
Great. Now she was stuck in the middle of the street, enveloped in the scent of his clean, piny aftershave and knowing it was all he would give her. She couldn’t grant wishes anymore; why did she so desperately want to grant his? “I defended myself.”
“I know. I just worry about you.”
“Which is why you told me I needed to be on my own. So you would not have to worry about me.”
He scowled, but didn’t argue. “It’s a no win situation. If I keep you with me, I won’t worry about you, but you won’t live your own life. If you’re on your own, you live your own life, but every minute I worry about you.” He stroked her cheek.
“I’m not helpless.” Melody clenched her jaw.
“Why didn’t you want Szabo to call me?”
“Who is Szabo?”
“The cop who took your statement last night.”
Melody lowered her gaze, trying not to lean into his hand. “I thought you’d be disappointed if I couldn’t handle it on my own.”
Jerry barked a laugh. “Melody, you really need to learn where the levels are.”
“Levels?”
“Getting groceries you should be able to do on your own. Being the victim of a crime you don’t have to do on your own.”
Melody looked into his eyes. “You’re very complicated.”
“I’ve been told I’m simple.”
“Whoever said it was wrong.” She leaned on his chest. “Will you let me be with you now?”
He stiffened and didn’t put his arms around her.
Now what? Why did he have to make everything so difficult?
“I’m sorry I left you the other day.”
“What other day? I told them not to tell you about my purse.” He’d called two days ago and the Monday before that. The last time they were together was the day he helped her finish moving out of Billy’s apartment. The day he hadn’t wished for her. Or she’d thought he hadn’t wished for her.
“No.” He turned bright red. “The day we–uh...”
Melody blinked. He still wasn’t putting his ams around her. “You mean at Billy’s when we–”
“Yes.” He looked like he was about to have a stroke or something. How odd.
“Why would you be sorry about that?”
“Because I shouldn’t have. Men shouldn’t do things like that. Not good guys. I thought you watched a lot of TV.”
“I do, but that happened to me all the time.” She shrugged. Was he wishing for her or not? Her face might be getting red now too. Her chest hurt. “Jerry, do you want me or not?”
“Yes.”
“Well, then hold me.”
“I’m trying to apologize because I was cruel to you.”
“I didn’t know that so there was no harm done. Please just hold me.” Her throat closed. Tears. Finally she would have tears when a master left her.
“Are you crying? Melody, I’m trying to make it better.”
Melody took a step backward. “Then you’re doing it badly because I feel worse. Do you wish for me or not?”
“Of course I do, but you can’t let me hurt you.”
“If you don’t leave me, you won’t hurt me.”
Jerry pressed his lips into a thin, white line. “You have a lot to learn.”
“Do I have to learn everything right now?”
His arms wrapped her around her shoulders. “What about your date tonight?”
“He isn’t as interesting as you.” Melody could hear his heart beating. With every beat, her body relaxed. He did wish for her. Finally.
“You can throw over a guy that easy?”
“I never threw you over. I was trying to do what you wanted me to by dating.”
He laughed. “So can I come up for coffee?”
“Coffee? I don’t think I have any.” After spending all day around it, she hadn’t wanted any in her own kitchen.
He started guiding her across the street. “Coffee as it was on Seinfeld.”
“Oh.” Melody grinned. He was wishing for her. Finally, a wish she could still grant. “Coffee! I have that.”
Christa Maurice
For my seventh birthday my brother gave me The Eagles’ Hotel California and I was completely enchanted by the title track. No clue what it meant, but I loved it and my fate was sealed. Unfortunately, as a hard core introvert, performing onstage in any capacity was off the table as a career choice. So I turned to writing and spent many boring college lectures detailing the adventures of Touchstone in the margins of my notebooks. Years later I decided to do something with them and wrote what became Heaven Beside You. These things do tend to get out of control with me. A fun side project that kept me entertained while I was teaching English in Korea turned into a series that I was working on through a stint in Chile, the US and the Middle East. And I’m not slowing down.
When not writing, I like to travel so much that I recently had to have pages added to my passport. I also enjoy eating, reading and listening to music. Often simultaneously.
Also by Christa Maurice
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Heaven Beside You
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Arden FD Series
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Struck By Lightning
Spark of Desire
Weaver’s Circle Series
Secrets Everybody Knows
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Melody Unchained
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First Electronic Edition: March 2013
ISBN-13: 978-1-61650-448-9
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