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First published January 1, 1987
“Sure, I’d love to see her again.”
Larry was very open about everything in his past—everything except Ky Kayle.
Ky had filched from her family wine cellar, had set off for an evening sail to a remote stretch of beach that their crowd often used. It was a night just like this one, that first time they had made love. The first of many.
“She announced, with bubbling, happy, gushing joy… that she was pregnant.”
“Then why aren’t you married to her?” It was a rasping, angry question. He didn’t raise his head. He just kept staring at his tightly clenched hands.
“Because I freaked. I stammered and stuttered and backtracked. I stil remember the joy dissolving and the tears starting. She had assumed that I’d be as delighted as she was.
Ky was in the hospital, in bad shape after an illegal abortion.”
Ky didn’t just love you, she engulfed you.
“Larry, I just hope you realize what a treasure you have in Jenny. Not to mention those two children.”
“Larry?” He jerked upright. Even after all these years, he would know that voice anywhere. He stared, speechless, at the petite figure framed in the doorway. Ky. Something slammed straight into his gut, stopping his breath, shaking his reality.
She was truly breathtaking. The years had refined a young, freshly exotic beauty into an exquisite, perfectly assembled, elegant woman. Her tawny skin still looked unlined and flawless; the black, slightly tilted eyes stil sparkled. Her ebony hair, still long, was pulled to one side and twisted into a sleek braid.
“Ky.” They stood, mere feet apart. He felt the years dropping away, robbing him of their protective shield, felt the rush of familiar longing, of the wild impulse to crush herto him, to dissolve time, to recant all other vows.
Larry finally located his voice, but found it barely usable. “Ky, you look wonderful.” “So do you. Handsomer than ever.”
How was he to discuss Jenny and his children with this old, now-renewed flame of his heart sitting so close, reactivating urges he’d thought forever discarded?
“Do I understand that you had no children?” The black eyes narrowed. “That’s true, I had no children. I will never have any children. I am unable to have children.”
“What now, Larry?” He stepped back sharply, banging his thigh into the corner of the desk. His legs seemed to have lost their strength, and he sank into the chair once more. “Now? There is no now for us, Ky. I’m a happily married man with two children. No matter how much I regret what happened, I can’t erase nineteen years.”
“Oh, Larry, such nonsense. You and I have always belonged to each other. We still do. Anything else is a travesty.”
“Ky dropped into my office today, dear. She’s so beautiful it took my breath away, and she reawakened every vestige of longing that was shoved away into the nooks and crannies of these old bones.”
How would I know? she thought. I don’t know anything about Ky except that my husband was once madly in love with her, got her pregnant, and still, after all these years, can’t see her without getting all upset. “What else do we need to do?”
Why had Larry brought Ky here? He hadn’t warned her of this intrusion. And why couldn’t her own children feel the desolation she felt, sense the feeling of desertion she was suffering?
Ky was saying to her in that low, murmuring tone. “You have a lovely home. Would it be impolite of me to ask for a tour?”
Larry seemed to arch over Ky, like the protective limb of a tree, and she sheltered herself in that protection, looking up at him with a radiant I-need-you expression, making him indispensable to her social success. She exuded a bewitching aura, and every line of Larry’s body, every inch of his countenance, bespoke his enchantment. Jenny felt an overpowering sense of separateness. Larry no longer seemed like her husband.
At what must have been close to midnight, she heard Larry sneaking quietly into the bedroom.
Larry’s responsibility had shifted to Ky. Jenny felt canceled out.
He hadn’t smoked in fifteen years. In fact, he was known to sermonize on the subject to puffing friends. But Ky smoked. Sometime during the three-hour lunch they’d shared on Friday he had joined her, and he’d continued the companionable practice during the wait at the airport. On Monday he had stopped at the drugstore on the way to the office and bought a pack of cigarettes. It made him feel closer to Ky, this carryover indulgence.
in the last few days he had lusted after another woman, lied to his wife, and tried to figure out how he could get away with seeing more of Ky. He was being torn to pieces, and he didn’t know what to do about it.
“Bad boy, I told you to go home and get some sleep when you called at ten. You’ll wear yourself out.”
He ached for Ky, thought about her every minute, got aroused simply remembering their good-bye kiss at the airport.
He was a man possessed. Nothing he did stopped the constant longing, the unbelievable yearning. He called Ky at least once a day, and she often called him. He spent more time in conversation with her than he did with his own wife.
He had told Jenny so many bald-faced lies that he had lost track. It was difficult at times to remember what was true and what wasn’t, or what story he had concocted to cover his bemusement. Worse than any of the rest was the rage he often felt toward her, simply for noticing his preoccupation or for asking him questions he couldn’t answer. Almost everything she suspected was true, and yet her suspicions made him furious. He had not made love to Ky, but if there were sins of intent, there was no doubt of his guilt.
“Jenny, I’m not sure what I’m asking, except that you give me some time to work it out. I can’t just turn my back on her again. I have to at least resolve things between us.”
Ky’s plane was thirty-five minutes late. Larry paced the floor of the terminal, dimly aware of the greetings of other incoming passengers and the people meeting them. His mind was such a jungle that he was incapable of hacking his way through to his own feelings. After what seemed an eternity, Ky’s slender form appeared at the exit. She saw him and waved, easing her way around
“Larry.” She took his hand, teetering on tiptoe to give him a not quite discreet kiss. His fingers grasped hers, his mouth lowering to touch the offered lips. They tasted sweet and inviting, their teasing pressure promising erotic gifts. Larry tore himself from their softness, suddenly conscious of the stares they were attracting.
Dear Lord, instead of concentrating on staying faithful to his wife he was wondering how he would stack up against Ky’s other lovers!
He lowered his lips to hers, pressing them softly, tentatively, then giving in to the raging hunger that consumed him. The pale, faded memory-pictures snapped vividly into focus as every one of his senses responded to the voltage assaulting him in response to the head-to-toe touch of her body rubbing against his.
“Larry, I want you so. I want you to touch every part of me, to kiss me in all the places you used to kiss me.” She was unbuttoning his shirt, tickling his chest with the tips of her nails, her hips subtly gyrating their need. Larry was crazy with desire. He remembered all too clearly the delicious parts of that incomparable body that he had touched, kissed, tantalized. He remembered
Why did you come here after al these years?”
“I never got over you, Larry. I tried to love other men.”
“Can you possibly have with Jenny what you have with me?”
In any way at all, have you been with Ky?” “Yes.” “Then please sleep in the other room.”
Ky was flanked by Christy and Larry, and Rick, rapt with attention, sat next to the imposing athletic figure of the mystery guest, a renowned runner. Jenny was, in every way, cut off from her family.
“Mom?” “Yes, Rick.” “He’s in love with her, isn’t he?”
“Did you call your lady love to chat while your son was being operated on and your wife was sitting by herself in a hospital waiting room?”
“Don’t you touch me! Get your Ky-stained hands off me!”
“I went to Dallas for one day, Jen, to tell Ky face to face that it was over.