'When You Say Nothing At All'
The smell of her hair is intoxicating as she brushes by me to slide into the taxi. It's and almond and vanilla combo that I will always associate with Montana- the state and the woman. We still haven't uttered a word, but this time the silence is comfortable, not strained. I can't help the surprised look on my face when she gives the cabbie the name of a hotel. Somehow I assumed she'd stay with her family at the farm, or ranch or whatever. But she just settles back in the seat, her head cuddled against my shoulder and I watch as she slips her fingers back through mine. Suddenly I have never been more grateful for one Detective Jennifer Angell. If not for her, I would still be back in NY sulking. A shiver scatters up my spine as Lindsay starts tracing absent shapes on the back of my hand. Eventually, I begin to notice a pattern and make sense of what she's trying tot tell me without breaking our unspoken agreement not to speak. I love you. Over, and over and over. But when I glance down to smile at her, her eyes are closed and the slightest ghost of a smile is curving her lips. She doesn't even realize what she's doing, I think to myself, more touched than I care to admit. I press a kiss to the top of her fragrant head and turn my attention back to the city streets outside the cab. The last though to cross my mind before we pulled up in front of the hotel was that this is it, she is it. This, this is the beginning of happiness.