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Summer woke to a ping on her phone. She had a text and a voice mail. It was from Jackson. She avoided the voicemail because she didn’t want to hear his sensuous voice asking her to come back.
Summer. I’m trying to work something out. I understand y u left me. I will try to make it up to u. I know it’s difficult being with me. I haven’t been honest with u. Call me.
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I’ve waited for u to call. I guess I’ve got myself to blame. My father said I was an ass. He was right. I had u there and I was looking for someone else. I hope u find it in ur heart to come back to me.
Ur husband if u want me.
***
After talking with the doctor, he sent Jackson to a colleague, who put him under hypnosis. It was in this altered state that Jackson realized he had been with a young woman. She spent hours with him while he was in a coma, and she lived with him and took care of him.
He drove the car around Houston searching for familiar markers. He turned on to I-10 west and drove. He continued driving, collecting his thoughts as he approached San Antonio. He saw a sign that said The Alamo. Something clicked in his mind. He continued driving on I-10, west out of San Antonio.
As Jackson neared a road two hours later, something looked familiar. He knew this road. On a whim, he decided to drive along it to see where it took him. He passed a park filled with trailers and then a mile further down the road, there were sparse plots of land with a mobile home anchored, and to the right of the next bend, a small house set alone among the trees. Why did this house appear to be familiar, he asked himself. Had he been there before? But why would he have been here? He decided to stop and pulled into the driveway. He stepped out of the car and walked, measuring each step.
His first thought was to knock on the door, then he decided not to. He walked back to the car instead, climbed in, and began driving back to Houston when a notion occurred to him. He knew of a stream, but why did he know there was a pond near the house unless he had been there before. He parked and stepped out again and walked down the small trodden path to the stream. There he sat on a tree stump and gazed into the water. He threw rocks that made ripples on the surface. How calm and natural it felt. He had been there before and with a woman, he thought.
He remembered holding her hand. He looked at his hand, and he could see a girl placing her hand in his. A soft, small hand. He sat all day until he heard the rustle of grass and the sound of light footsteps coming in his direction. He heard someone singing a song. He recognized the song, “Be Brave.” She sung it loud as if she wore earplugs and couldn’t hear the magnitude of her voice. He turned on his heels and met the woman coming in his direction. She stopped when she saw Jackson and he stood still and silent in one spot.
The cool fresh wind of the trees brushed past his face. He smelled the scent of fresh strawberries and his face lifted upward, following the scent the wind blew his way. His face lit up and a smile washed across his strong jaw. The breeze ruffled his hair and he tilted his head and whispered, “Summer.” His voice grew louder, “Summer? Is that you my angel?”
Jackson walked closer where Summer stood, breathless. “Adam,” Summer said softly. “I thought you would never find me.”
They rushed to each other’s arms; he held her tight around her waist, lifting her to face him and their eyes met. He held her lovingly, tenderly.
“I said I would find you one day and marry you. I kept my promise.” He whispered. “But I didn’t know that I had already married you, and I had all I could ever want so close to me,” Jackson said pressing his lips on Summer’s mouth. She returned his soft kiss.
His compelling eyes met hers and he said, “I have found my first love. You are the girl at my high school party.” Summer’s eyes widened and her arms tightened lightly around his neck. “I have found the woman I will love forever,” Jackson said smiling with a feeling of completeness. His eyes closed for a moment. His handsome face alive with happiness.
He remembers me from his party. He remembers me! Summer thought.
Jackson’s mind had healed. The past and present converged when they lay together that night and made love to each other.
The End
About The Author
I have been writing in the romance genre for ten years. I have authored eleven novellas and novels. I enjoy writing historical romance novels; however, I love reading erotic romance novels. I read a lot of indie authors and classical writers. My favorite contemporary authors are Nicholas Sparks, Janet Evanovich, and my all time favorite is Joan Didion. I have a degree in education and I am a member of Romance Writers of America. Because I like writing in most genres, I will publish science fiction, mysteries, and western novels in the future.
Thank you for reading my books.
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