Page 92 of Embracing the Change

I squeezed his hand, but said, “I love you gave me that, Jamie. But that’s the last we’ll speak of it. I didn’t suffer.”

“Nora,” he warned.

“Unduly,” I allowed. “But why go back when we’re here?”

He nodded his head, only once. “I agree, but that doesn’t negate the fact you need to know I understand where I was then, and more importantly, where I am now.”

“I understand,” I confirmed.

“I’m glad, but the reason it’s important to me you do is so you won’t think I’ll slide back.”

Oh, my lovely Jamie.

“I don’t think that, Jamie,” I said quietly.

“Then we’re set.”

“We very much are.”

He squeezed my hand, rubbed his thumb along the inside of my wrist, and let me go.

We finished dinner and then enjoyed Alyona’s raspberry mousse with chocolate shavings.

After that, Jamie fucked me very thoroughly in my shower.

I just knew his chest was everything.

But it was nice to know it was that and multi-purpose to boot.

The next evening, wearing my shoulder-baring, black, bow neck, chiffon, drape back Saint Laurent blouse with the dark gold, satin Saint Laurent maxi-skirt, I swanned…

And believe me…I swanned…

Into Le Bernadin.

I did this at Jamie’s side.

I saw a couple of people I knew.

I noted Jamie did the same.

But it seemed like everyone was watching us make our way to our table.

This didn’t come as a surprise to me.

We were, obviously, fabulous.

Jamie had been right all those years ago. He had a talent at making a beautiful couple.

I was just filled with glee I was part of it now.

Being Jamie, he stood while I seated myself in the booth seat, and only when I had, did he angle into the chair opposite me.

We both shook out our napkins before the waiter could do it and put them on our laps.

Jamie ordered his bourbon. It was a cosmopolitan night for me.

When the waiter left, Jamie opened his menu, looked down to it and casually declared, “Half the men in this room want to fuck you.”

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