Carolyn Greene - Heavenly Husband

With his hands lightly touching her ribs, he allowed his thumbs to explore the tender flesh that he’d admired since the first time she leaned over him at the hospital. Although the white terry-cloth robe shielded her skin from him, he savored the softness and was surprised when the centers of the two hillocks hardened beneath his exploring fingers. This wasn’t heaven, he knew, but it wasn’t far from it.

Kim gasped, and Jerry could tell she was experiencing a similar quickening in her breathing. She squirmed in his arms, and just when he felt as though he might explode, she pulled back, breaking the contact of their lips. The look she gave him was one of fear and shame.

“Oh, my gosh,” she said, standing abruptly, “I can’t believe I just let that happen.”

CHAPTER THREE

ORGAN music swelled around them as they settled themselves into a pew near the aisle of the historic church. Jerry laid the crutches under the pew in front of him and stretched out his right leg. The orange covering of his cast practically glowed neon where the severed pants seams didn’t meet. Despite his less-than-immaculate appearance, Jerry seemed pleased with the way he looked in the three-piece suit.

“Cool,” he’d said when he caught sight of himself in the mirror this morning. If the old Gerald’s personality had returned, Kim was certain he would have insisted on waiting until his leg healed before going out in public like this.

He leaned toward her and whispered, “You tasted good.”

Kim fidgeted beside him. If they were to get through these next couple of weeks, she would have to make sure he understood the ground rules. Otherwise, she’d be right back where she started... falling for a low-down, womanizing, arrogant—

She stopped herself from further mental tirades. Besides, it wasn’t proper to think evil thoughts in church. Looking over at the man who sat so erectly beside her, she realized that he currently was none of the descriptions that had just played through her mind. But he wouldn’t remain this way. Kim wanted his memory to return in order for his healing to be complete, but she couldn’t help wishing he’d stay like this.

The doctor seemed confident his memories would eventually return. And when they did, she didn’t want to be involved with a man who was a low-down, arrogant womanizer.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” she told him.

“Yeah, I suppose you’re right.” He looked down, his countenance thoughtful. “Next time, I’ll make myself a pancake. But, you know, syrup just doesn’t taste as good on a pancake as it does on you.”

Kim stared at him as if he’d lost his mind. And then she remembered that, in a sense, he had. “I’m talking about kissing. I realize you’ve forgotten our past, just like you’ve forgotten everything else,” she said gently. “But it’s important that you know we’ve tried this before, and it just didn’t work out.”

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