The Zephyr . 9.
She moved so suddenly he was surprised. She hugged him and then sat back and said his name again. "Adam!" Then she hugged him again. She sat back and he grabbed her hand once more. This was not going to be easy still and he wanted to touch her to make sure it was real.
"Adam, I mean Ben, oh I will forever be calling you Adam, " she said randomly, " How did you? I mean where, how?"
He squeezed her hand gently. "I had to come. You sounded, well, so final. You said you had a vague desire to travel, to change. Then suddenly one day you were so quiet. The next, you logged on and said you would see me---when you got back and you didn't know when that would be, and then you said Goodbye, which you never do. I had to come."
"But how?" She motioned with her hand at the train car around them.
"You told me where you were going, to Sacramento. There is only one train leaving the Midwest to Sacramento each day. I had to take the chance. I booked to Denver in case I was wrong." He watched her face. He was waiting. There was bound to be more, and he hoped her expressions would give him enough warning.
"Oh my God, you followed me!" Her eyes opened wide. A flicker in them saved him.
"Followed, no! No! I came, that is, I came to meet you, to catch you. well, before..." He stopped again, not sure how to say it. Where was his glib tongue now?
"To catch me? Before?" Her eyebrows raised. "To catch me before what?" He didn't like that look. Something flashed in her eyes he didn't like.
"To catch you before you said Goodbye, for good. To tell you in person." He halted again, unsure. Her eyes were still flashing.
"And that would be?" This steely voiced woman, ack, he was losing her. Inspiration hit.
"To tell you in person," he raised her hand to his lips and kissed it. "This, and this." He turned her hand over and kissed the palm. He looked back in her eyes. The flashing was gone.
"Adam, er, Ben, I don't..." She stopped when he kissed her palm again as he stared in her eyes. "I don't," He caressed her hand and kept his eyes on hers. "I don't..."
"Yes, my Caramel?" He almost purred the words.
"I don't know what I was going to say," she got out as he kissed the inside of her wrist. "Oh my God, Adam, Ben." She fell silent, staring into his eyes.
"Adam, I mean Ben, oh I will forever be calling you Adam, " she said randomly, " How did you? I mean where, how?"
He squeezed her hand gently. "I had to come. You sounded, well, so final. You said you had a vague desire to travel, to change. Then suddenly one day you were so quiet. The next, you logged on and said you would see me---when you got back and you didn't know when that would be, and then you said Goodbye, which you never do. I had to come."
"But how?" She motioned with her hand at the train car around them.
"You told me where you were going, to Sacramento. There is only one train leaving the Midwest to Sacramento each day. I had to take the chance. I booked to Denver in case I was wrong." He watched her face. He was waiting. There was bound to be more, and he hoped her expressions would give him enough warning.
"Oh my God, you followed me!" Her eyes opened wide. A flicker in them saved him.
"Followed, no! No! I came, that is, I came to meet you, to catch you. well, before..." He stopped again, not sure how to say it. Where was his glib tongue now?
"To catch me? Before?" Her eyebrows raised. "To catch me before what?" He didn't like that look. Something flashed in her eyes he didn't like.
"To catch you before you said Goodbye, for good. To tell you in person." He halted again, unsure. Her eyes were still flashing.
"And that would be?" This steely voiced woman, ack, he was losing her. Inspiration hit.
"To tell you in person," he raised her hand to his lips and kissed it. "This, and this." He turned her hand over and kissed the palm. He looked back in her eyes. The flashing was gone.
"Adam, er, Ben, I don't..." She stopped when he kissed her palm again as he stared in her eyes. "I don't," He caressed her hand and kept his eyes on hers. "I don't..."
"Yes, my Caramel?" He almost purred the words.
"I don't know what I was going to say," she got out as he kissed the inside of her wrist. "Oh my God, Adam, Ben." She fell silent, staring into his eyes.
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