Falling In Love Again
A/N: Rosemary Clooney did in fact appear at the North Shore Music Theater in Beverly, Massachusetts in 1993. Alas, I couldn't find a set list, so I just chose the songs I've most enjoyed listening to recently…and the ones that seemed to fit with the story, of course.
My new RC obsession began recently, as I was listening to a Big Band playlist while writing some scenes for Paris or Bust. The specific songs I'm listing here are on two albums: Rosemary Clooney: A 70th Birthday Celebrationand Rosemary Clooney: The Last Concert. Both are excellent albums. I'm about to deep dive into the recordings she made for Concord Records.
Naturally, I pegged Seth as a fan, and this one shot just wouldn't leave me be.
"Hello?"
"Jess?"
"Seth?"
"A-yuh. I'm glad I caught you. I did something impulsive."
"You? I'm intrigued."
Seth laughed. "When will you be home?"
"My class ends in three weeks. Why?"
"Shoot."
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing." He blew out a breath. "It's just…I saw that Rosemary Clooney's gonna be performing at the North Shore Theater in Beverly…and I bought tickets. I was hoping we could go. Together." Seth rolled his eyes.
"When will she be performing?"
"Next Saturday night. I booked two rooms so we could stay overnight."
"I don't see why I couldn't meet you there, Seth."
"Really?"
"Of course! I'll just take the train. In fact, if you wanted to make a weekend of it, I could come down Friday afternoon. If you're available," she added carefully.
Seth tried not to sound too eager. "I'm available. Tell you what, Jess. I'll hang up now and call the hotel. See if I can add Friday night to our booking."
"Are you sure?"
"Sure, I'm sure," Seth answered heartily. "Give me a few minutes and I'll call you back."
Jessica placed the phone in the cradle and stared thoughtfully through her apartment window. Things had been…different…between them lately. He'd complained mightily when she informed him that she was taking an apartment in New York, and yet he'd become her most frequent guest. And her only guest from Cabot Cove.
He was also uncharacteristically relaxed during his visits. He often took the train down Friday afternoon and stayed through Sunday afternoon. They attended plays, took in the odd baseball game, went to museums. He sometimes accompanied her to faculty events, which pleased and touched her. Vaughn and Olga had taken quite a shine to him as well. Olga often called to see when Seth was next in town. She said she liked to have an even number for her dinner parties, but Jessica did wonder.
And she felt differently as well. She appreciated her independence, the freedom that the city afforded her, and yet, something was nagging at her, jolting her like a throbbing tooth at the most inopportune times. Funny. Seth admitted to doing something impulsive, then she'd impulsively suggested they extend their visit. Why had she done so? Don't be coy, Jess. It doesn't suit you.
The phone rang and she picked it up immediately. "Hello?"
"I did it," crowed Seth. "We'll have the whole weekend together, Jess. I'll look out some fun things to do in Beverly."
"The concert will be plenty of fun, Seth," said Jessica quietly.
"I'm looking forward to it, too." The silence extended between them until Seth cleared his throat. "Not to worry. I'll run by the library tomorrow and have Jane look up a few things for us. She's awfully good at that."
"You could always ask Phyllis," said Jess mildly.
"Pfft. You think I want everyone knowing our business? Might as well take an ad in the Gazette."
Jessica laughed. "Jane is very discreet."
Seth grunted. "Yes, well. I oughta let you go, Jess. I just…I'm glad you can make it."
"Me too, Seth. Good night."
"Night, woman."
She fancied he was holding the handset just as she was, listening to the wire crackle, anticipating... She was loath to disconnect the call, but one of them had to. She depressed the switch and placed the handset back into its cradle. She'd make her travel arrangements tomorrow. She turned on her heel, fighting the urge to twirl like the girl she'd been, then she recollected herself and twirled, hugging herself and laughing.
Jessica scanned the crowd as she stepped off the train. She caught sight of him almost immediately. He hadn't seen her yet. She waited a moment, and he spotted her, the raw joy on his face caused her heart to clench almost painfully. He threw up a hand in a quick wave, and she hurried down the platform.
"Hello, Seth," she said, a little breathless.
"Hello, Jess." Seth felt a little awkward as he leaned in to kiss her cheek, then took her bags. She could tell he was nervous, but he relaxed some as Jessica put her arm through his and beamed at him.
"Ready?"
"A-yuh. I drove over, but I thought we might take a cab to the show tomorrow night."
Jessica nodded agreeably. "Let someone else worry with the traffic."
Seth glanced at her quickly and they both laughed. He squeezed her arm. "Come on, woman. Let's go."
Traffic was fairly light for a Friday afternoon, and Seth took the opportunity to glance at Jessica. "Are you hungry, Jess?"
"Not at the moment. Why?"
Seth shifted in his seat, gripping the steering wheel. "This drive is about 90 minutes, give or take. If you're hungry, we can stop for something now, but…" He risked another glance at Jessica and continued. "If you aren't terribly hungry, we can wait until we get to Beverly."
Jessica smiled; Seth's nervousness was endearing and…disarming. "That suits me." She cut her eyes at him. "Is this one of Jane's recommendations?"
Seth laughed. "A-yuh."
"You were awfully tight-lipped about our plans for the weekend. Other than the concert, of course."
Was it his imagination or did she manage to make that sound a little risque? "Jane and I had a good time planning this out. I didn't want to spoil the surprises."
"Surprises! I'm all a-flutter, Dr. Hazlitt!" Her happy laughter thrilled him. "It's been ages since I've been to a concert."
"I thought you went to shows all the time now that you're spending more time in New York."
Jessica threw him a look. "I try to go to all the shows I can, as you well know. But shows aren't the same as a concert." She was quiet for a moment. "You could come too, you know. Olga and Vaughn would be more than delighted."
"And you?" It slipped out before he could stop himself.
Jessica, surprised, recovered quickly. "As would I," she said quietly. She'd spent quite a bit of time thinking daydreaming about this weekend. She'd surprised herself…the excitement, the anticipation she'd felt. About what could be between them. About what was already there, she silently corrected.
"I hope I didn't put you out too much by having to pick me up at the train station," said Jessica abruptly. "I really wasn't thinking when I reserved the tickets. I could have taken a cab."
"Nonsense," boomed Seth. "It's no nevermind," he finished awkwardly. Jessica leaned across and patted his leg. Seth glanced at her quickly and she withdrew her hand just as quickly.
Hoo boy, thought Seth. He had ideas about this trip, very decided ideas that were best left in the dark. But that didn't prevent his foolish heart from lifting at the thought of Jessica's hand on his leg, no matter how brief. You're a plain fool, he thought. But a plain fool who's spending the weekend with Jessica Fletcher. And somehow, this weekend felt different. He risked another glance at her. She was staring out the window. How many pennies he would give for her thoughts. All he had. Lovesick fool.
Jessica looked around her small room and suppressed a sigh. She wasn't ungrateful. Quite the contrary. But neither was she a fan of maritime history. But Seth certainly was.
Can you believe it? A hotel designed like a clipper ship! Just wait till you see our rooms, Jess!
He'd been so eager, like a boy, and she was charmed. Until she'd seen her room. Seth unlocked and opened her door. Fortunately she had time to arrange her face before he turned to see her.
Don't you just love it, Jess? Can't you imagine it? These rooms are just like the cabins on a clipper ship. Well, not exactly, but as close as you and I'll ever get!
He sighed in contentment and Jessica vowed then and there to enjoy the room to its fullest extent. Which, judging by its size, wouldn't present any difficulties.
The bed—a queen, thankfully—was pushed against the side of the wall. "Fortunate that I sleep on the left," she murmured and was caught by a fancy of sharing this bed with Seth. Her face grew warm, but she didn't chide herself. Things were changing; they had been for some time. He loved her. He was in love with her. That much was clear. But she'd come to realize that if she wanted more, she'd have to take charge.
She pursed her lips at her reflection, then grinned. Frank often teased her about her forthright nature. These things are always left to the woman, she'd retorted. More often than not, he'd reach for her and they would tumble into bed together, laughing. She smiled at the memory.
The thought of making love with Seth sent a pleasant chill up her spine. Though he often remarked on his weight, his size was one of the things that appealed to her. Curious, as Frank had been tall and fit. Seth's girth made her feel delicate, feminine in a way she hadn't expected. She shivered at the thought of lying beneath him.
"Dinner first, old girl," she said to her reflection, then opened her overnight case and began pulling what she needed for this evening.
Jessica burst out laughing as she spied the sign hanging above the restaurant. "Fibber McGee's?"
Seth grinned. "A-yuh. Jane and I ran across this and well, we just had to put it on the list." Seth gripped her elbow as he opened the door to the restaurant and ushered her inside.
For a Friday night, it wasn't terribly crowded, though Jessica attributed that to the early hour. It wasn't fancy. Quite the contrary, it was comfortable, homey. She turned to smile at Seth as the hostess led them to a table in the corner.
"Is this alright?" asked the girl pleasantly.
Seth looked at Jessica, who nodded. "A-yuh," said Seth as he pulled out Jessica's chair and settled her into it. "Mighty fine. Thank you."
The girl smiled as she handed them their menus. "Not from around here, are you?"
Jessica smiled. "What gave us away?"
"His accent," said the girl.
"And just what's wrong with my accent, young lady?"
The girl looked worried, but Jessica had seen the twinkle in his eye. "Never mind him," she said. "We're from Maine."
"Maine! Why'd you come here? I mean…What brings you to Beverly?"
"We're here, young lady, to see a concert!"
"A concert?" She looked intrigued. "Who's playing?"
"Who's singing," corrected Seth. "Rosemary Clooney."
"Who?"
Jessica smothered a giggle as Seth groaned. "Only one of the finest American vocalists ever to record an album."
The girl shrugged cheerfully. "I never heard of her. I hope you enjoy your meal! Your server will be with you shortly."
Seth sighed as Jessica tried in vain to control her laughter. "Alright," he said, smiling. "You can say it."
"Say what?" asked Jessica innocently.
"Say I was plain numb for mentioning Rosemary Clooney."
Jessica smiled at him tenderly. "Just as long as you didn't ask her if she'd ever heard of Fibber McGee."
"And Molly."
They laughed companionably as they perused their menus. Jessica paused to look around. "I do wonder why they named the restaurant after Fibber McGee. There's no Massachusetts connection, is there?"
"Not that I know of. Now that was a funny show. Did you used to listen?"
"I rarely missed an episode*. It was a family favorite."
"A-yuh. Ours too."
"Did you choose this restaurant because of its name?"
"Not just the name, woman! Only partly."
They smiled at one another, and Seth, flustered, rattled his menu and began to study it intently. "I guess we'd better make our choices before anyone comes by."
Jessica murmured her assent, a small, fey smile playing across her lips.
"Do y'ever think, Jess, about how different our lives were compared to these young ones growing up today?"
"I do."
"I mean, radio, for heaven's sake!" Seth shook his head and chuckled. "They couldn't imagine a family gathered around a radio. What? No picture?"
Jessica laughed. "So many things they couldn't imagine. I often think of the Depression and how poor we were. But it never seemed to make a difference to us children. We never felt deprived." She reached for Seth's hand impulsively.
"What?"
"Nothing," she said and drew back her hand.
"Out with it, Jess."
"I didn't mean to be so thoughtless, Seth. That's all."
"I know you know."
Jessica nodded. "And you know I'm no gossip."
Seth nodded gravely. "I do." He reached for her hand, surprised and touched when she turned her palm up. He clasped her hand gratefully.
"It must have been hard," she ventured.
"A-yuh, but we managed. Just like everyone else. The war made a difference. Richard and I both enlisted as soon as we could. Two less mouths to feed."
Jessica nodded. "Were you in the Navy?"
"The Navy? No. Why should you ask that?"
Jessica jerked her head in the direction of the hotel. "Clipper ships."
"Oh, that!" Seth laughed. "No, I wasn't in the Navy. I was just a jug-eared, knock-kneed kid who loved to read about explorers and sea captains." He smiled. "I served in the Army."
"I see." Jessica looked at him, puzzled. "But if you were truly knock-kneed, you couldn't have served in the Army, could you?"
Seth burst out laughing, and Jessica was glad. She hadn't meant to stumble on two such difficult, deep topics. At least not tonight. "You're right, Mrs. Fletcher. I certainly could not have served in this man's army with knock knees."
"I'm trying to picture you as a little boy, nose in a book, reading about clipper ships."
"Not just clipper ships. Read near about anything I could get my hands on." His gaze softened, and he smiled. "Cabot Cove's always had at least one good librarian."
"Oh?"
Seth looked at her and smiled. "Yes, indeed. But that will have to be a story for another time."
"Why?" asked Jess, indignant.
"Because, dear lady, our waiter is making a beeline to our table with what looks to be our check." Seth glanced around. "The room is filling up. It is Friday night, after all." Seth gave her hand a final squeeze before releasing it and reaching for his wallet. He had his credit card ready by the time the young man appeared. "We're ready to settle our bill," he said genially. The young man nodded, and Seth took a last sip of whiskey as he watched their waiter walk to the front desk.
"Thank you," said Jessica quietly.
"My pleasure, woman."
There was a delicate tension between them, and Jessica's stomach fluttered in anticipation of what might happen next. Seth leaned forward to say something, but suddenly the young man materialized at his elbow.
"Here you are, sir."
Seth added a tip and signed the bill, then put away his credit card. "Thank you, young man."
"I hope you'll come back and see us."
"We just might do that," said Jessica impishly.
"I feel like I'm learning all sorts of things about you tonight, Seth." Jessica's arm was pulled snugly through his, and they were strolling through Beverly's charming downtown. Jessica looked around approvingly. The town fathers, and mothers, corrected Jess silently, had made an effort to revitalize their downtown. "Beverly seems such a lovely town."
"A-yuh," agreed Seth. "Safe, too. I had Jane call the local chamber for crime statistics."
Jessica stopped. "Oh, Seth, you didn't."
Seth turned to look at her. "I did, woman. I care about your well being." Jessica looked into his warm hazel eyes, searching for what neither of them was ready to say. Not yet. "Satisfied?"
"What?"
"That I'm not teasing you?"
Jessica felt her cheeks grow warm, but she held his gaze. "I know you aren't, Seth."
"Good." He adjusted her arm in his and urged her to move. "Best get moving. It is getting a little late." Seth glanced at his watch. "We've a little over an hour of daylight left. If you're not too tired…" Jessica cut her eyes at him. "There's a small park not far from here." Jessica raised her eyebrows and Seth grinned sheepishly. "I spent a little time familiarizing myself with a map of the area."
Jessica smiled at him. "A walk in the park would be very nice," she said quietly.
Seth smiled at her. "It's just down this lane."
Seth and Jessica stood at the trailhead. "It certainly is picturesque," said Jessica looking out over the bay.
"Did you know America's first naval vessel set sail from here in 1775?" Jessica looked at him expectantly. "The Hanna."
"A clipper ship?"
Seth laughed and squeezed her arm lightly. "Wrong answer, Mrs. Fletcher. It was a schooner."
"What's the difference?"
"Oh, about a hundred years, give or take." Jessica laughed. "In truth there's no difference. A schooner could be a clipper ship. It's more a matter of purpose. Clipper ships were designed for speed over the ocean, whereas schooners had fewer masts, might have been a little bulkier. They were meant to stay closer to home."
"Mmm," murmured Jessica. "I think I'm more of a schooner."
Seth laughed incredulously. "You? You're definitely a clipper ship. Definitely. Not to belabor the metaphor, but I'm the schooner, slowly chugging around the bay waiting for you to zip home."
Jessica turned to face him. "I'm here now," she said quietly.
Seth patted her arm. "And very glad I am of it, too. Shall we walk a little before we head back to the hotel?" Jessica nodded, threading her arm through his.
They were quiet on the walk back to the hotel, each preoccupied with their own thoughts. Seth broke the silence as he held open the door of the hotel and ushered her through it. "I enjoyed tonight," he said.
"So did I," she said as they walked to the elevator.
"I know it's probably nowhere near your bedtime, Mrs. Fletcher, but I'll admit to feeling a little tired. May I walk you to your door?" He pushed the button to call for the elevator.
Jessica smiled and resisted the urge to stroke her hand along his cheek. "You may," she said archly. "Traveling is always tiring, and you had to do so much driving, Seth. You must be exhausted."
"Nothing a good night's rest won't cure," he said stoutly as he followed her into the elevator. "Besides, it wasn't that much driving."
Jessica pushed the button for the fifth floor. "I'm glad we were able to get rooms on the same floor."
Seth swallowed. "A-yuh," he said circumspectly. The light perfume she wore tickled his nose and, not for the first time, he had to manage the urge to hold her in his arms, to kiss her. He longed to be in the same room with her, but he settled for the same floor.
The bell chimed and Jessica began rummaging through her purse for her room key. "Found it," she cried and winked at Seth. Oh, what you do to me, he thought as he followed along behind her. "Here we are!" She unlocked the door and walked inside. "Coming?"
Seth cleared his throat. "I'd better get some shuteye, Jess. Big day tomorrow."
Jessica smiled at him. "It certainly is. I'm really looking forward to tomorrow night." She leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. "Sleep well, Seth, and thank you."
It was on the tip of his tongue to dismiss her thanks, but he caught the warning look in her eye. "You're welcome," he mumbled. "Lock your door and pull the chain."
She saluted smartly. "Aye aye, Captain."
"Very funny. I'll stand here until you do."
She wrinkled her nose at him. "You know, I believe you would," she said and closed the door smartly in his face. Seth waited until he heard the click of the lock and the sound of the door chain sliding along the track. "Good night, Seth," she said, the sound of her voice muffled.
"Good night, woman," said Seth softly, and he walked down the hall to his own room.
Seth knocked softly on Jessica's door. He put his mouth close to the door. "Jessica?" he rumbled.
Jessica opened the door, and Seth nearly fell into her. She reached for his arm as he stumbled. "Are you alright?"
"Fine, woman," he mumbled. Of all the fool things to do, he thought as he righted himself.
"Come in," she said quietly and stood to hold the door open wider.
Seth walked into the room, relieved that she was awake and dressed. She looked fetching in a striped boatneck, blue jeans, and sneakers. She looked at him expectantly as she finished fastening an earring to her left earlobe. Seth had a momentary vision of kissing the shell of her ear. "What?"
Jessica smiled. "I asked if you had somewhere specific in mind. For breakfast?"
Seth gave himself a mental shake. "Breakfast. Yes. I do. Have a place in mind, I mean."
"I thought you might. I'm almost ready." She turned on her heel and headed to the bathroom.
"Shall I wait for you in the lobby?"
He smiled as he heard her peal of laughter. "I think our reputations will survive, don't you?"
If you only knew, thought Seth. "A-yuh, woman. Just didn't know if you wanted a bit of privacy."
"Not from you," said Jessica as she walked out of the bathroom. "Your face," she said, smiling.
Seth could only imagine. He tried to arrange his features into some kind of normalcy. "You ready, woman?"
"Just let me grab my purse."
Seth walked to the door and opened it, holding it for Jessica as she walked through. "Have your key?"
Jessica favored him with a brilliant smile. "I do, Dr. Hazlitt! I'm ready to go on the next leg of our adventure."
Seth's heart clenched painfully in his chest. Maybe this time, he'd screw his courage to the sticking place and tell her how he really felt. Maybe. For now, he closed her door securely, then held out his arm for her. "Shall we?" Jessica nodded and put her arm through his. Was it his imagination, or was she holding him more tightly than usual? He patted her hand as they walked down the corridor to the elevator.
"Admit it."
"Admit what?"
"Admit you were skeptical of Stephy's Kitchen."
"Only if you admit that the exterior didn't look terribly prepossessing," she said archly.
Seth laughed. "I can admit to that," he said easily. "I was a little worried when we walked up. But the food was really good, wasn't it?"
Jessica squeezed his arm. "It was a wonderful breakfast, Seth." They smiled at one another. Why is this so hard? "So, what's next on the agenda?"
"Well, woman. As you've no doubt noticed, we're walking back toward the hotel." Jessica nodded sagely and Seth laughed. "We're going to pick up the car, and I'll drive us to Long Hill." Seth glanced at her, and Jessica looked at him expectantly. "Usedta be a summer home. It's a park now, and the gardens are supposed to be spectacular."
Jessica perked up at the mention of gardens. "Gardens? Is Long Hill far?"
Seth shrugged. "Too far to walk, but it's a short drive from the hotel. There's a restaurant on the grounds, in case we get peckish." Seth cleared his throat. "I made dinner reservations for us at 5. The concert begins at 7:30; I wanted to be sure we had plenty of time."
Jessica slid her hand down his arm to grasp his hand. "It all sounds lovely, Seth. Thank you."
He gave her hand a brief squeeze, then released it. Here he was, a mature man, a widower, and his palms were as sweaty as a fourteen-year-old boy's. It was a struggle to contain his grunt of disapproval. "Jane did all the work," he demurred.
"I doubt that," said Jessica quietly. Feeling his damp palm in hers softened her heart even more. She'd be tearing up in a moment if she wasn't careful. Best to keep things brisk this morning. She'd been trying to let things unfold naturally between them, but she was running out of patience. Perhaps over dinner, or maybe even the concert itself would give her an opportunity to show Seth what he'd come to mean to her. Mulling things over last night, she'd come to realize two things. She was in love with Seth, and she didn't want to pussyfoot around any longer.
Seth enjoyed watching Jessica marvel over the gardens far more than he enjoyed the gardens themselves. She darted in and out of the beds, taking notes in the small, lined book she never went anywhere without. Seth fancied she looked like a butterfly, or maybe a hummingbird, the way she flitted about from flower to flower. The sunlight caught her hair and caused her fair skin to almost glow. But what could he do? Who was he compared to the other men she met, those fancy men who squired her to all those events. Professional events, she'd reminded him tartly. He'd tossed and turned in bed last night, thinking of all those photos he insisted on looking at.
What could he give Jessica? What could he give her that she didn't already have? He wasn't penniless, not anymore. He'd dug himself out of the medical debt he'd incurred during Ruth's illness; he'd even managed to recover some of the funds he'd foolishly sunk into Juniper Lake. Strange how perception can change. He'd been ashamed of that time in his life, afraid that it might come back to haunt him. And when his fears had proved correct, it was Jessica who'd been by his side. Jessica who'd quietly but firmly defended him. Best to put that episode out of his mind. He'd tear up if he wasn't careful.
He brought his attention back to Jessica, who was deep in conversation with one of the gardeners and furiously writing, he was sure, everything the man said. She risked a quick glance and a wink in Seth's direction, and he was momentarily breathless. He loved her. He was in love with her, and he wasn't sure how long he could go on without giving himself away.
Jessica sighed in contentment as Seth pulled the car smoothly onto the highway.
"Enjoyed yourself, did you?"
Jessica looked at him and smiled. "You know I did." She sighed again. "It was so beautiful, Seth. Such a beautiful place." She reached over and patted his hand on the steering wheel. "Thank you."
"You're welcome," he said gruffly. "I saw you taking quite a few notes, woman." He jerked his chin at her bag. "Plus those gardening books you bought."
"And a history of the home," she added brightly.
"I shudder to think what you'll have me doing in your yard this summer."
Jessica laughed. "It'll be good to get home. I do miss it, you know."
"I know," he said quietly. "But I think it's been a good thing for you."
"What? New York?"
"A-yuh. New York. And teaching. I didn't realize how much you missed it."
Jessica pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. "Nor did I," she said. She turned abruptly to face Seth. "You really mean that?"
"I do. I wouldn't have said it otherwise."
"That means a lot," she said softly. "I remember how upset you were when I told you."
"A-yuh. I was," he said comfortably. "I didn't understand, and I didn't like it. I don't like things I don't understand." He risked a quick glance at Jessica and smiled. "But you were kind enough to invite me up to visit. I felt better after seeing your apartment, meeting Ahmed. He's a careful young man, and he's devoted to you." Likeeveryone, thought Seth acidly. "But mostly it was hearing you talk about your classes, your students. You were just bubbling over with enthusiasm. The writing…I know it's hard. Hard and sorta…lonesome." He shook his head, feeling sheepish.
"That's exactly it, Seth! Writing can be lonely. It's funny. I needed it, in the beginning. Needed something to fill my time. And there are parts of it I still enjoy." She stared out the window for a moment. "And I'm not sure I could ever stop writing, now. It's become a part of who I am. Who I've become. But it's been nice, teaching again, being around young people." She turned to look at Seth's profile. "And it means the world to know that you do understand. That you support me."
"I'll always support you, woman." Jessica was just about to break the silence that had grown around them when Seth put on his blinker and turned into the parking lot of the hotel. "We're back," he said unnecessarily. He pulled into a parking space, turned off the ignition, and hurried out of the car to open her door and help her out of the car.
"Let me take these, Jess." Seth reached for the bag of books, then locked the car, shut the door, and cupped her elbow as they walked into the hotel. The clerk waved at them, and Seth shook his head.
"What?"
"You."
Jessica looked at him quizzically. "What do you mean?"
Seth dropped his hand to depress the call button for the elevator. "Everywhere you go, people fall in love with you. It never fails."
Jessica threw him a look. "That's not entirely true."
Seth grunted as the elevator doors opened. They stepped back to let the other guests off, then he held the door as she stepped in. She pressed the button for their floor. "I'm only saying that people are drawn to you, they like you. That's all."
Jessica murmured noncommittally. They stepped off the elevator, and Seth waited patiently as Jessica rummaged around for her key. She slid the key in the lock and turned the handle. She turned her back to lean against the slightly open door. "What time are we leaving?"
As he bent to look at his watch, Seth fumbled with the bag of books, and Jessica took it from him wordlessly. "I'll pick you up at quarter to 5, Jess."
The air around them grew still and heavy. Jessica fixed him with a stare. He felt rooted to the spot.
"And you, Seth? Are you drawn to me?"
Like a moth to a flame, he thought wildly. "A-yuh," he muttered, unable to pull his eyes from her gaze.
"I'll see you at 4:45," she said and softly closed the door.
Hoo boy.
He gave his bow tie one last nervous tug, then rapped on Jessica's door.
"Coming," she trilled. He stood, bouncing on his heels until he heard the turn of the knob. She opened the door and he felt his jaw drop. She was wearing a red blouse with a wide lapel collar and a tasteful, albeit tempting, neckline. She'd fastened a wide belt around her trim waist, and her simple black skirt fell just below the knees. She looked radiant. "I'm almost ready, but Seth, would you mind?" He followed her dumbly into the room to stand beside her dresser. "I just can't get my necklace to clasp. Would you?" She held out the chain and he took it from her hands, willing his own hands not to tremble.
"A-yuh," he said, and he placed the chain carefully around her neck. Her perfume was different tonight, floral, but somehow more intense. It tickled his nose as he bent over the nape of her neck, willing himself not to react to the soft, fine hair curling at the base of her neck. It took a few moments, but he was finally able to fasten her necklace. He suppressed the urge to put his hands on her shoulders. Instead, he stared at her reflection in the mirror. "You're lovely."
She turned and he backed up instinctively. He was going to have to tell her how he felt, soon. No matter the risk. "Thank you," she said quietly. "I just need to get my purse, and we can leave."
Seth walked to the door and held it open as she picked up her purse and slipped the room key into it. He took a deep breath as she walked past him. Tonight. Maybe he'd finally get the courage tonight.
"The restaurant's no more than a few steps away, Jess. I hope that's alright?"
Jessica smiled reassuringly. "Of course!"
Seth smiled and cupped her elbow, then he shouldered open the front door of the hotel and dropped his hand to Jessica's back as he nudged her through the door.
It was a lovely, mild evening, and Jessica slipped her arm through Seth's as they walked the few short steps to the restaurant.
They were greeted warmly, and Seth gave his name to the young woman at the front. She consulted her list of reservations. "Here we are," she said cheerfully. "If you'll follow me?" she asked as she picked up two menus and a wine list. They followed her to a small table in the corner. Seth held Jessica's chair for her as she sat down.
"Young lady," he began. "We'll need a taxi after dinner. Is that something you can arrange?"
The girl nodded brightly. "I can. May I ask where you need to be dropped?"
Seth smiled. "You may." He winked at Jessica. "We're going to the North Shore Music Theatre this evening. We want to be there around 7."
"That shouldn't be a problem. I'll have a taxi waiting for you when you finish your meal. If you want to be there by 7, you should probably leave here around ten til. It's a short drive to North Shore."
"Thank you."
"Of course. Your waiter will be with you shortly."
Jessica smiled fondly at the girl's retreating back, then she took a moment to look around the restaurant. She leaned forward and smiled. "This looks nice, Seth."
Seth smiled back. At this rate, his cheeks would be sore before they'd even had a glass of wine. "I hope you like it, Jess."
"I'm sure I will," she murmured as she read the menu.
Seth would never admit it, but he enjoyed watching Jessica eat. She appreciated good food, and he delighted in the pleasure she took from a good meal, especially one he'd prepared for her. He'd become a reasonably good cook in the years since Ruth's death, but he couldn't deny that the greater effort he put into cooking their meals was born of the simple desire to tempt Jessica. While she was away, he kept himself occupied by trying new recipes and perfecting old favorites. He risked another glance, and the look of unalloyed happiness on her face caused him to smile. He couldn't disagree. The food was excellent.
He'd also begun to study wines in a little more detail. The wine list was one of the primary reasons he'd chosen this restaurant. He was fairly certain Jessica would order either fish or chicken; he'd planned to have steak, and he wanted to try a white he'd been reading about. He smiled again.
"What?"
Seth looked at her; she was such a beautiful woman and, it seemed, in a flirtatious mood, if that glint in her eye was any indication. He loved all her moods, but he couldn't deny that flirty Jess had pride of place in his heart. "Just doing a little crowing." Jessica arched her elegantly sculpted brow. Seth jerked a chin toward her plate. "I knew you'd choose chicken or fish, and I was right. I chose this restaurant on the basis of its—"
"Proximity?"
Seth laughed. "No, madame detective. Guess again."
"I couldn't possibly," she demurred.
Seth snorted. "You could, but in the interest of harmony, I'll go ahead and tell you. I chose this restaurant because of its wine list.I've been doing a little reading up on the subject lately."
"Oh?"
"I thought we could do a little experimenting. Last time I was in Brunswick, I got talking to Mike. He has quite a few good wines…unique. He told me about this wine." Seth lifted his glass.
"I noticed you chose a white for us. Doesn't steak pair better with a red?"
"Depends. Mike told me that this Hermitage Blanc pairs as well with ribeye as it does with fish."
"Do you agree?"
"I do. I like it…it feels less…heavy, if that makes sense. Do you like it?"
Jessica nodded. "I don't know much about wine," she began.
"But I know what I like," they finished together, smiling.
Jessica lifted her glass to him. "This has been a wonderful weekend, Seth."
"It's not over yet."
"No, but in case I forget to tell you." Seth smiled, such an open, genuine smile that Jessica longed to reach for his hand or slip off her shoe and rub her foot against his calf. Instead, she settled for conversation. "I want to hear more about the little knock-kneed boy whose nose was always buried in a book."
"Aww, Jess." She gave him that look, the one she knew he couldn't resist, and he grudgingly gave in. "What do you want to know?"
"Did you always know you wanted to be a doctor?"
"Nope. Never had any idea of it. Not till I was in the army." Seth had a faraway look in his eyes. "I was a quiet child. Kept to myself. Most everybody thought I was dumb. Everybody except Miss Miller." Jessica raised her eyebrows. "The librarian." Seth smiled. "She was my first Jane, you might say." Jessica laughed quietly. "She caught me wandering through the stacks one day." Seth grunted. "Must've been about eight years old. Maybe younger. Anyway." He smiled apologetically. "Miss Miller caught me wandering around. Accused me of being up to no good." He frowned slightly. "She knew my people." Jessica's silverware clattered as she hastily reached for Seth's hand. He squeezed her hand and smiled. Jessica had a mad urge to clasp his head against her chest; she could almost see the boy he'd been sitting in front of her. "But she must've seen something. In me, I mean," said Seth, a little embarrassed. "I remember she marched over to the children's section, me bobbing like a cork in her wake, and she put Treasure Island in my hands." Jessica was mesmerized. After all these years, here was a side of Seth she hadn't seen. "I still remember the feel of that book in my hands as I followed her to her desk and she signed the book out to me. It was a risk. Books were dear, and we had next to nothing."
"But I've no doubt you returned the book."
Seth smiled, squeezed her hand and released it. "A-yuh. She was surprised to see me back so soon. Couldn't believe I'd read it so quickly. She actually quizzed me on it!" They both laughed. "She was a great lady. Educated. Kind. But firm." A bit like the woman sitting across from me. "From then on, she chose books for me and I read them all. I managed to squeeze in a few of my own choosing."
"Clipper ships?" asked Jessica, laughing.
"Blame Robert Louis Stevenson."
Seth was just about to ask Jessica what she was like as a girl, but their waiter chose that moment to check on them. Seth glanced at his watch. "We have to be going soon, young man. Would you mind checking with the young lady at the front? She was going to arrange a cab to pick us up from the restaurant."
"Of course. Shall I bring the check also?" Seth nodded, and the young man hurried up to the front.
"Thank you, Seth," said Jessica. "This was an excellent meal."
Seth smiled. "I'm glad. You certainly seemed to be enjoying yourself."
Jessica laughed. "My mother always chastised me for appearing to enjoy my food. She said it wasn't ladylike."
Seth guffawed. "You don't have an unladylike bone in your body. Some of those old-fashioned notions we're well rid of. Not all, mind you."
Jessica laughed. "I'm not sure my mother would agree with you."
"I know mine wouldn't," winked Seth as he drew his wallet from his pocket.
Their waiter dropped off the check and assured Seth that the cab was on its way. Seth glanced at the bill perfunctorily, then handed it, along with his credit card.
"Seth," began Jessica.
He saw the worried look on her face. "Now, Jess, I've thoroughly enjoyed this weekend. Things aren't so…tight for me, anymore," he said quietly. "And I've wanted to do something like this for you…for a long time now."
Jessica opened her mouth to respond, but their waiter came by to deliver the charge slip. "Your cab's here, too," he said cheerfully. Seth grunted, added a generous tip in spite of the lad's poor timing, and handed the tray with the pen and slip to the young man. "Thank you," he said, as he pushed back from the table, leaving his seat and walking around to pull Jessica's out chair.
The girl had been right; the drive to the theater was blessedly short, in spite of the crowd.
"Looks like a full house," remarked the driver.
"A-yuh," agreed Seth as the man pulled up to the entrance. Seth handed him a folded ten-dollar bill. "Keep the change," he said as he opened the door and hurried around the back to open Jessica's door.
"Thanks," called the driver. 'Want I should pick you up after the show?"
Seth looked at Jessica who shrugged in response. "How will you know when the show's over?"
"I pick up out here all the time. Plus, dispatch'll let me know if something changes. I'll pick up a few rides and be back here in time to pick you up after."
"See you then," said Seth and clasped Jessica's elbow in his to steer her into the entrance.
"There's a bar, Jess. I think I might have a cocktail. Would you like another glass of wine?"
"That sounds nice. Yes, I think another glass of white wine, please."
Seth smiled at her and pointed to a group of small tables set up around the bar. "How about you sit down over there while I get our drinks?"
Jessica nodded and walked to the tables, deliberately choosing a small table in the corner. She was hoping to continue their earlier conversation. She'd wanted to tell him right then that things had changed for her, that she thought things had changed for both of them, but their young waiter had chosen just that moment to interrupt them. She sighed. It wasn't his fault, and she'd snuck a peek at the charge slip. Seth had left a generous tip, and her heart squeezed at the kind gesture. So many people dismissed him as curmudgeonly, grouchy, a skinflint, but those were just the outward trappings. She'd seen another side to Seth. He was gentle and kind underneath that rough exterior. Those who persevered were rewarded with compassion, empathy, love. How often had he encouraged her, listened to her, supported her? He'd let her know that he was her friend, and would be for as long as he lived. He didn't have to say the words; he'd shown her in deed. She smiled to see him coming back from the bar, a glass of whiskey in one hand and her wine glass in another.
He set their glasses carefully on the table, then produced a few napkins from his coat pocket. He sat and raised his glass to her. "To the loveliest woman in the room," he said.
Jessica felt her face flush. "Oh, Seth."
"Don't oh, Seth me woman! It's true," he said gruffly and took another sip of whiskey.
"Thank you," she said quietly as she sipped her wine. She held it up to him. "It's sweet!"
"Do you like it?" Jessica nodded and Seth's face broke into a grin. "It's a Riesling..a sort of dessert wine. Mike told me about it."
"It's so light. It tastes wonderful!" She grinned at Seth. "This is the kind of drink that could get me in trouble."
Seth waggled his eyebrows. "Can I get you another glass?"
They laughed companionably, and Jessica took another sip of wine "Are you excited about the concert?"
Seth nodded. "A-yuh. I know people only think of those novelty songs she recorded early in her career, but Rosemary Clooney's the real deal." Jessica looked at him quizzically. "She's a jazz singer. Not many of 'em left, and almost none like her. It's a real gift to be able to see her perform live. I've got a lot of her albums."
"Do you? I remember Tenderly. I always loved that song."
"That's a good one. She recorded a new version not too long ago. She usually puts out an album a year. Has done since the mid-70s, I think." Seth swirled the whiskey in his glass, a faraway look in his eyes. "Ruthie loved music, loved all the girl singers, but Rosemary was her favorite. After Ruth died, I started listening to all her favorite records. That's when I became a real fan of Rosemary Clooney's."
Jessica leaned forward, but the house lights dimmed. "I think they're seating for the show, Seth."
Seth finished his last swallow of whiskey, and Jessica took a final sip of her wine. It was delicious, and she thought perhaps she'd buy a bottle for Seth next time she was in New York. She smiled as he stood and pulled her chair out. He put a gentle hand to her back as he reached into his coat pocket with the other for their tickets.
Jessica felt Seth's warm hand against the small of her back as they followed the usher to their seats. He'd managed to get excellent seats in the center of the auditorium, and they sat down just in time. Jessica smiled at his excitement as the curtain drew back and the band began to play a medley of some of her most famous songs. As the lights dimmed, Seth drew in a breath as Miss Clooney walked onstage. Jessica smiled at the thought of this gentle, often misunderstood man whose great heart was hers, if she was brave enough to take it.
Miss Clooney was a marvelous entertainer, warm and funny, whose rapport with the audience was quite unlike anything Jessica had ever seen. The audience loved her, and Jessica felt herself drawn to this mesmerizing, charming woman.
Now, she was seated on a stool, a spotlight trained on her and the pianist who was accompanying her.
Falling in love again
Never wanted to
What am I to do?
I can't help it
Love's always been my game
Play it how I may
I was made that way
I can't help it
Jessica turned to look at Seth's profile. He was riveted, sitting forward, his hands on his knees. Her heart clenched as she watched him. He often chided her about her travels, about the events she attended, only sometimes referring to this or that escort. He couldn't know how intimidated she'd felt, walking into those events alone. Susan, bless her, understood and began to arrange for dates-and even now Jessica's face grew warm at the idea of referring to them that way-to alleviate Jessica's discomfort. And it did get easier. The men were friendly, charming, simple. Sometimes they'd made it clear that she could extend the evening if she desired, and she never had. Even then, she'd begun to suspect her feelings for Seth ran deeper than friendship.
Men cluster to me
Like moths around a flame
And if their wings burn
I know I'm not to blame
She'd spent so much time running. Had she wanted him to chase her? Or had she been content for him to wait for her at home? Those were questions for another time. She slipped her hand under his and turned up her palm. He turned to her, a look of surprise on her face, but she simply squeezed his hand.
Falling in love again
Never wanted to
What am I to do?
I just can't help it
They sat, holding hands, until the first few notes of God Bless America rang out. Seth dropped her hand and stood. Jessica was surprised to see several people standing. She quickly stood beside him and began singing along with the crowd. He threw a grateful glance at her, and she threaded her arm through his. She didn't let go until he helped her into the cab.
Seth's mind was working furiously. He dropped Jessica's arm, reluctantly, as he opened the door of the cab and settled her in. As he shut her door, he scrubbed his face, hoping he could wipe the gormless look he could feel plastered across it. He hurried around the rear of the cab, pausing before he got in to give the driver address of their hotel.
Jessica was humming as he sat beside her. "Did you have a good time?"
She turned to look at him, happiness—and something he was afraid to name—shining in her eyes. "Oh, yes. It was wonderful. Just a wonderful concert. She sang so well! It certainly took me back."
"A-yuh," said Seth. "Me, too."
"Thank you for inviting me."
"Course, Jess," he said stoutly. "I'm glad you could come."
"So am I." Jessica threaded her arm back through his.
"The show was good, huh?" asked their driver. Seth suppressed a mighty eyeroll. Must everyone try to talk to Jessica?
"It was," said Jessica enthusiastically. "Miss Clooney is a wonderful singer."
"Always did like Mambo Italiano. She sing that?"
"Not tonight."
"How 'bout Tenderly? The wife liked that one."
"No, nor that either."
"Huh. What did she sing?"
"Oh, she sang some beautiful songs. Mmm… let's see. She opened with Sentimental Journey."
Their driver nodded. "Oh, yeah. That's a good one."
"She closed the show with God Bless America. Very stirring."
Jessica and the driver made desultory conversation during the rest of the blessedly short ride back to their hotel.
"I'm gonna see if the wife's read any of your books, Miz Fletcher!"
Seth quickly exited the car and went round to open Jessica's door. He helped her out of the car, then closed the door and leaned in through the cab's passenger window. "What's the fare?"
"Eight bucks, on account of the lady," said the driver, who nodded at Jessica. Seth grunted and handed the man another ten-dollar bill.
"Thanks," said the man, with a sly wink at Seth.
Jessica craned her head over Seth's shoulder. "Thank you, and do let me know if your wife would like a signed book."
"I will," said the driver amiably. "You'll be here how long?"
"We're leaving before lunch tomorrow," said Seth shortly. "Thanks again."
"Thank you," said Jessica cheerily as Seth steered her into the hotel.
"He was quite friendly, wasn't he?"
"A-yuh. Care to wager how early he'll be here tomorrow morning with a book or ten for you to sign?"
"Oh, Seth. He was perfectly sweet. All that talk of his wife. I'd be happy to sign a book for him." She cut her eyes at Seth. "Or ten."
He laughed in spite of himself. "You're too nice, Jessica Fletcher." He pushed the button for the elevator. "This has been a wonderful weekend," he said quietly. Thanks for indulging me."
The doors of the elevator slid open, and they stepped inside. Seth pushed the button for their floor and clasped his hands behind him, willing himself not to bounce on his heels. Jessica began humming again and slipped her hand around his elbow. He looked askance at her, but she was staring ahead. He couldn't tell what she was thinking.
She was always mildly flirtatious, though not at home—at least not as flirtatious as he might like. But this weekend some of her comments had been almost…provocative. Thinking about her last night hadn't done him any favors in the sleep department. Even now he could feel his collar growing tight.
As the doors opened, Jessica loosed his elbow and began rummaging through her purse for her hotel key. Seth followed her as she exited the elevator and walked to her room. He wished, not for the first time, that he'd been brave enough to reserve a connected room. Andhow exactly would you proceed, Mr. Smooth? You're a fool. A plain fool.
"Seth?"
He started. How long had he been standing there like a prize dope? "Sorry, Jess."
"I wondered if you'd like to come in?"
"Come in?" he repeated, flustered. "Sure, Jess."
He shuffled in and Jess smiled at the back of his head as she shut the door. "This is a very nice hotel, Seth. Thank you for booking it for us. Would you like a nightcap? I could look in the minibar."
"No. No thanks, Jess."
"Are you alright?"
"Why do you ask?"
Jessica closed the distance between them. "You've been distracted, jumpy even, since we left the concert."
"Guess I'm just not used to this much excitement." She was so close, and she smelled so good. If he wasn't careful, he'd lose his wits and do something foolish, like make a clumsy pass that would ruin their friendship forever. This was a bad idea. "Jess, I oughta…"
Jessica put a gentle hand on his arm. "One song in particular, I just can't get out of my mind."
"Oh?" She was close now, dangerously close. If he moved his head just so, he might brush his lips across hers.
"Mmm," she said, and she began to sing as she put her hands on his shoulders and swayed to a tune only she could hear.
Sometimes the cabin's gloomy and the table is bare
But then he'll kiss me, and it's Christmas, everywhere
Troubles fly away and life is easy go
She paused for a moment and stared into Seth's eyes.
Does he love me good? That's all I need to know
She cupped his face in her hands, then leaned in close and gently kissed his lips.
"Jessica," breathed Seth as he drew back from her a little. "We've been dancing around this—around you and me—for months now. More than." His eyes were piercing. "Are you sure?"
The glib, flirty words she'd practiced on the train evaporated in the face of his steely gaze. She nodded. Seth stared for a moment longer, then, seemingly satisfied by what he saw, drew her into his arms and kissed her thoroughly, passionately. He placed kisses along her jaw, then his gravelly voice rumbled in her ear. "I'm gonna love you good, woman. Tonight, and for the rest of our lives."
Seth slid a warm hand around the back of her neck, and Jessica shivered as he drew her into his arms.
The lamp cast a gentle glow across the room. Seth held Jessica in his arms, holding one of her hands in his. Jessica settled herself more firmly in his arms and listened as his heartbeat slowed to what she presumed was its normal rhythm. She smiled at the thought that she would come to know so many more things about him.
"Seth?" He grunted. She propped up on her elbow so she could get a good look at his face. "Seth?" He cleared his throat. "Are you alright? You don't regret—"
He pressed her to him awkwardly as he shook his head, took a deep, shuddering breath and began to sing softly, his voice a low rumble.
I'm confessin' that I love you
Tell me do you love me too
I'm confessin' that I need you
Honest I do
I need you every moment
In your eyes I read such strange things
But your lips deny they're true
Will your answer really change things
Making me blue
Seth loosened his hold and looked down at Jessica, brushing a lock of hair from her forehead.
I'm afraid someday you'll leave me
Saying can't we still be friends?
If you go, you know you'll grieve me
All in life on you depends
Oh am I guessin' that you love me
Dreamin' dreams of you in vain
I'm confessin' that I love you all over again
Honest I do
I really love you
You know that I do
Seth's voice trailed off and the room grew quiet again. Jessica sat up and gave the sheet draped over them a gentle tug. Then she leaned in close to Seth, using a corner of the sheet to dry his tears and her own. She shifted to take his face in her hands. "You're not guessing," she murmured and leaned in to kiss him. "I love you," she breathed. "I love you."
He looked into those beautiful eyes, so brilliant even in the soft glow of the lamp. He traced a gentle finger along her cheek. "I love you, Jessica. I hoped…" His voice cracked. "I dreamed of you in vain," he rumbled. "And now…"
"And now you have me, my darling." She gathered him into her arms as his tears fell in earnest.
Jessica stretched, smiled, and reached her hand out to stroke Seth's shoulder, but he wasn't there. She opened her eyes. Light was streaming in through a crack in the curtain. It must be very late. She was startled by a knock on the door.
"Who is it?"
"It's me, woman."
Jessica gathered the sheet around her and awkwardly hurried to the door. She stood behind the door as she opened it. Seth's eyebrows disappeared into his hairline as he hurried in with two cups of coffee. "Good morning," he said as she let the door close behind him. He lifted one of the mugs. "I brought coffee."
"Thank you," she said and tightened the sheet around her. "I wondered where you'd gotten off to this morning."
"I didn't want to wake you, but checkout is at 10. I was up early, so I thought I'd just shower and pack first."
He followed her to the bed and handed her a cup of coffee, which she sipped gratefully as she sat down gently on the bed. "What time is it?"
"8 o'clock."
"I never expected to sleep so late."
"We've got to get you to the train station by 12:00, right?" Jessica nodded, frowning. "What?"
She looked up at him and smiled gently. "I find I don't want to go back. Not without you."
Seth grinned. "Can't say I'm sorry to hear that." He leaned down to kiss her forehead. "But it's only a few weeks. Now, then," he said brusquely. "Not that you don't look delightful wrapped in that bedsheet, woman, but you need to get ready and pack yourself if we're to be out of here on time."
"I won't be long. Shall I meet you in the lobby?"
"How about I come back here a few minutes before 10? I'll carry your bags down."
Jessica put her coffee cup on the nightstand and rose from the bed. If I were 5 years younger and 10 times richer, thought Seth. She walked to him and put one arm around his neck while keeping a firm hold on the sheet with the other. "I missed you this morning."
"Did you?"
"I did."
"I didn't want to leave you," he said. Jessica placed feathery kisses on his cheeks and jaw.
Seth pressed her to him one last time, then put gentle hands on her shoulders. "If I don't leave now, Jess…"
She smiled at him. "Just as long as I've given you reason to come back to me."
Seth barked a laugh. "Just you is reason enough, but my God, woman." He shook his head ruefully. "What you do to me." He let his hand drift to her hip and squeeze. "I have to leave, Jess."
She placed a swift kiss on his lips, then turned toward the bathroom. "I won't be long," she called over her shoulder.
As she closed the bathroom door, Seth murmured, "I'll be waiting."
They were standing at the train station, holding hands. "It was good of you to sign those books of his, Jessica." She ducked her chin, and Seth leaned in closer. "You're a generous soul." He lifted her hand and pressed it to his lips.
Jessica glanced up to meet his eyes. "I didn't quite think this through, did I?"
Seth's eyes widened and his hand involuntarily tightened around hers. "You're not…having second thoughts?"
"Oh, no, my darling." Jessica kissed him swiftly. "I only meant that…" She looked around, then lowered her voice. "It's going to be a long three weeks."
Seth barked a laugh and a few passengers turned to stare. He stared back coolly, then turned to Jessica. "Sorry." Jessica shook her head. "I don't disagree, woman," he said quietly. "What if I came up to visit?"
Jessica's face brightened. "Would you?"
"Every weekend, Jess. If you want me, that is," he finished sheepishly.
Jessica threw her arms around his neck and Seth dropped her cases to embrace her. "If I want you," she breathed in his ear. "I know we have a lot to talk about. I didn't want to talk in the car. You might think me foolish." She drew back a little from him. "I was afraid I might cry."
Seth squeezed her to him, then set her apart from him. "And you think I wouldn't have, too?" He kissed her quickly, then caught the porter's eye. "You'd best get on the train, woman." Jessica nodded, smiling.
The porter ambled over to them. "Two bags?"
"Yes," said Seth.
"Where to?"
"New York City."
"Yes, ma'am. You have your ticket?"
"I do," said Jessica and pulled it from her purse. The porter took it from her and glanced at it. "Alrighty, ma'am. Let's get you settled on this train."
"I'll call you tonight."
"I'll be waiting by the phone."
Jessica laughed, then kissed him lightly and jutted her chin at the porter. "Ready when you are."
"Yes, ma'am," he said and scrambled to gather her bags.
Seth stood for a long moment, watching Jessica confidently weave through the crowd. He watched her board the train and returned her wave. He soon lost sight of her, but he wouldn't leave until the train pulled out of the station. Three weeks wasn't such a long time. Especially if you had the weekends to look forward to. And he was definitely looking forward.
Epilogue
Olga followed Jessica into the galley kitchen of her apartment. She leaned against the counter in a pose she hoped would convey supreme indifference. Olga raised a carefully sculpted eyebrow. "So."
Jessica looked at her quizzically. "Yes?"
Frustrating woman, thought Olga as Jessica calmly continued to scrape their dinner plates.
"Things seem different."
"Oh?"
She was actually enjoying this! "Yes. I noticed right away." Jessica, still occupied with scraping their dishes and stacking them in the sink, made no reply. "You went away a few weeks ago, didn't you?"
"I did."
"To Massachusetts?" Jessica nodded. "You met Seth there, right?"
"I did."
"And what happened?"
"We told you all about it at dinner!"
"Not all," insisted Olga. "Not by half." Jessica smiled serenely as she turned on the tap and waited for the water to warm. Olga sputtered. "You don't have to say anything. Just nod if I'm on the right track." Jessica raised her eyebrows. "You spent a romantic weekend in Massachusetts with Dr. Hazlitt." Nothing. "You spent the whole weekend indoors making passionate love." Jessica's face flushed. "I knew it," crowed Olga. "I knew it! I could tell the moment you opened the door."
"Really, dear," said Jessica. "You have the most vivid imagination."
Olga just shook her head. "I knew it. You won't deny it. You can't! Wait till I tell Vaughn."
""Tell him in the elevator on the way down. Don't let's spoil coffee and dessert. We don't want to embarrass Seth."
"As if we could. He stares at you like you're the…the.. Mona Lisa," she burst out triumphantly. "And why shouldn't he? He's been in love with you for ages. Now he doesn't have to hide it."
Jessica laughed. "And just how long have you known the good doctor?"
"Long enough," said Olga primly. "You're not going to spoil my fun. This is just lovely, Jess. He's a wonderful man."
"Now that, we agree on."
"Alright, have it your way. You Mainers are awfully tight-lipped. But your eyes give it away."
Jessica watched as Olga flounced out of the kitchen, her merry voice teasing Seth like a long-lost friend. Yes, mused Jessica. She did agree with Olga; Seth was a wonderful man.
A/N:
*It interested me to learn that "episode" was first used to refer to each individual radio play beginning in the 1930s. I thought maybe using it here might be an anachronism, but they were trendsetting for us back in the 30s.
Do yourselves a favor and listen to Rosemary Clooney's later recordings with Concord. Here is my imaginary set list:
Sentimental Journey
I'm Confessin' (this is the song Seth sings to Jessica)
I'm Beginning to See the Light
Ol' Man River
Falling in Love Again (this is the song where Jessica holds Seth's hand)
Just in Time
Rockin' Chair
They Can't Take That Away From Me
Happiness is a Thing Called Joe (this is the song Jessica sings to Seth)
God Bless America
Her life was just an incredible journey, and she remade herself from the ground up. Such an inspiring story of grit, determination, and joy. You can hear her zest for life in her recordings.