I woke up in a strange room. The last thing I remembered is Mac putting me into his truck and wrapping me in a blanket. There was no light coming through the window, so it must still be night or early morning. I sat up in the bed and gasped. I was in one of Mac’s t-shirts.

I sat up on the edge of the bed and looked around; nice room, king size bed, dresser, window to what might be the west with a small balcony to the left. On the wall to my right was a door that looked like it went into a bathroom. Yeah, that was what I needed, so I went to the door.

I stopped just inside the door. “Wow, this is better than a spa.” I looked in the shower, walk-in with water jets all around and a rainwater shower head. Bathtub big enough to fit two easy. Two doors on the opposite wall from where I came in.

Should I open them? One of them should be the toilet, maybe the other was the closet. I had a fifty-fifty chance of being right, so I opened the one next to the tub. Oh good, the toilet. I walked in and heard a door open, “Al are you okay sweetheart?”

“Oh my god, Mac where did you come from.” I was embarrassed at being caught in the toilet. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. Give me just a minute, please.”

“Sure, sweetheart just come to my room when you are done.” I could hear the smile in his voice and when did he start calling me sweetheart?

“I’ll leave the door open for you.”

I took my time before walking to the now open last door. Again, there was a window to the west, or maybe that was the south, with a balcony and door. In the center of the room was a king size four poster bed. The posts were carved from what looked like oak trees with horses on top and around the sides running uphill. This room was much bigger than the one I was in. As I walked farther into the room I could see that the room covered the other side of the house.

There were floor to ceiling windows to the east. I could see that the sky was just starting to lighten. In front of the windows, the room was sunken’ down two steps. There was a very large plasma TV mounted on the wall above a fireplace, two love seats, one couch, and several large overstuffed chairs. Behind the couch was a table with four chairs and next to that a wet bar.

Mac was sitting on the couch in a pair of old faded jeans, with holes in the knees, top button undone, no shirt, and no shoes. “Hey beautiful, come sit with me and let’s talk.”

I tugged on the hem of his shirt as I walked to him, “What time is it?”

“About 4:30. Did I wake you up?” He held his hand out to me and helped me sit down.

I smiled, “No, I don’t think so. I’m used to getting up early to get on the road.”

I looked around, “The room I was in is beautiful, but this room is beyond any words I have.”

“Thank you,” He was still holding my hand, “I just had this new western wing added on to the house.  I needed to keep up the family tradition of adding on with each generation. I put it off after you left me. I just didn’t have it in me to care.”

I looked down at my hands, “I am so very sorry for doing that to you,” I stopped, “And to me.”

“It’s okay, you’re here now.” He was rubbing his calloused thumb over my knuckles and it was doing funny things to my core, “You’re here now. Aren’t you, Al?”

I couldn’t breathe, was he really asking me to stay? “Um… well… I…” I took a deep breath, “Can you really forgive me for what I did to you? To us?”

He smiled. My insides twisted into knots. He pulled me to his side, then lifted me to his lap. “I’ve never stopped loving you Al. I’ve missed you every day for the last nine years. That is about 78,840 hours, or maybe 4,730,400 minutes.” He stopped. Moved his hands to the side of my face, “I built this room for you and me Al. I built this whole wing for us and any children we might have. I’ve always hoped you would come back to me. Living here alone has just about done me in mentally.” He put his forehead to mine, “I need you. I want you. I still love you. So nothing to forgive, sweetheart.”

He stopped and pulled back, “But this might not be the best time for you to be making life-changing decisions.”

“Maybe,” I put my hands on his chest, oh yeah, his bare chest, “I was coming home from Las Vegas to stay. But I never thought that you would want me back. I just thought I’d find a job in Fort Worth and help Randy on the Flying J. My plan was to make sure I didn’t cause you any more pain.”

He moved his hands to my waist and rocked me forward, “After Cindi made her threats and my tires got slashed I thought maybe I should retire. You know, while I was ahead. I never thought you would want me back.”

He leaned down and kissed me. Gently at first until I opened to him. He took the kiss deeper and I moaned. He broke the kiss, “You still want me too. I can feel it when you kiss me.”

“I do, but I don’t deserve you after what I did to us back then.” I looked at my hands on his chest and dropped them to my sides.

“No, sweetheart,” He took my hands and put them back, “I have always belonged to you. You can touch me anytime you want. And as far as deserve goes, you deserve someone so much better than me. I just hope you’ll choose me.” He leaned in and took my lips again.

Damn, he could kiss! I don’t remember him kissing like this nine years ago and no one has kissed me like this ever. Yeah, because you should have been with him all along.

When we came up for air, he lifted the hem of his shirt and pulled it over my head. I moaned, “Just like I remember,” his hands went to my breasts and they were covered by his big calloused palms. He started trailing kisses down my neck and across to the hollow between my shoulders. “You taste just like I remember, coconut, cream, and vanilla.”

I let my head roll back as he kissed me, “Mac,” I moaned.

“Yes.” He whispered.

“Take me to bed, please.”

“Are you sure.”

“Yes. God yes.” He stood up with me in his arms and walked us to the big bed. He laid me in the center, took off his jeans, sat on the side of the bed, and pushed a button on the night-table.  A wall not unlike a garage door came out of the ceiling.  I’d think about that later. Because just then he moved in next to me on the bed and all I could think about was him.

 

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