I don't own them but I wish I did. As I indeed also wish I were a more prolific
writer and could better articulate my ideas.. Here I go again…
Chapter-3
Alexandra Eames pressed her back against the closed door of her hotel room and felt the breath deflate from her lungs. Never had the structure of a wooden door gave her such comfort and strength.
My head can stop spinning now.
As Alex took in surroundings she suddenly felt very quiet and very alone.
Alone, finally, at last.
And suddenly the realization that Alex was indeed very alone, caused her emotional compass to shift direction. The word alone becomes lonely with the shift of a few breaths and perspective. Suddenly she missed Bobby Goren's presence orbiting her atmosphere.
Bobby, what have we done?
She'd spent years running. Running from the pain and finality of Joe's death. Running from all the emotions his memory stirred in her. Running from Robert Goren and what she likened to twisted feelings of lust and love that were born out of too many years together. Years she spent protecting him. Standing by him and allowing him to occasionally abuse her psyche. Not because he meant her harm. But simply because he knew no better, in his relentless pursuit to keep her near him.
She sent him away.
And honestly Alex, what the hell would you have done once he was in your hotel room?
Alex felt her belly twinge and her core tighten while she honestly pondered the answer to that question.
Years of staring at his perfect lips and deep brown eyes. His long fingers as they'd slice through his grayish brown curls.
Things she always tried not to notice. If she stared too long or thought too hard, she'd curse herself back to a sterile reality. The word love rarely crossed her thoughts where Bobby Goren was concerned.
I don't have to say it, I must feel it. Who the hell would have stayed this long, and put up with this much.
But he was better now. Each day that passed he seemed more himself. She knew that at the age of 50, he'd never be who he was eight years ago. She certainly wasn't a facsimile of her 36 year old self. But their sync was fully functional again. And she loved that. She craved that. It comforted her like nothing else in recent memory could.
Then Mulrooney and this bullshit from my past.
It makes me nervous when Bobby sees the cracks. He knows where they are.
But he's never obvious about being able to see them.
He's always careful.
Until tonight……
She replayed the kiss in her mind again. She could resurrect the feelings and sensations, and she enjoyed doing so.
Robert Goren I've loved you for a long time…..
Alex looked down at her cell phone, as if she was willing it to light up and ring. Suddenly the thought of being alone tonight with ghosts of her past and present was too much to swallow. Just as she was about to flip the phone open and dial
…….it rang
Goren.
