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You have always been the only woman in the world for me. You’re my best friend, my lover, my wife and my life.

Troy

Chapter Three

Troy pulled the truck over to the side of the secluded road as Faith finished reading the letter and closed the album. Her heart was filled with so much happiness and love, she wondered how it all fit without bursting at the seams.

Troy remained silent and she appreciated that he gave her time to compose herself and her thoughts. She looked around at their quiet surroundings and felt certain there wasn’t another human being for miles around. Fred Watkins, Troy’s father’s best friend, owned the land where they were parked. He’d inherited it from a great aunt, but he chose to reside in his family’s large house in town, rather than move into his late aunt’s small cabin. He only used the land during hunting season, usually with Troy’s father.

Troy put the car in park and turned off the engine, leaving the power to the radio on. He unbuckled his seatbelt and fiddled with the CD player for a second. Soon the truck was filled with Lionel Ritchie’s voice singing “Truly.”

“Have you been rifling through my CD collection?” she teased, glad for the opportunity to lighten the emotions of the moment.

“I know you like his music.”

“Troy…tonight…everything—” She closed her eyes and tried to find a way to express how much this evening meant to her.

He reached over to take her hand, squeezing it gently. When she opened her eyes and looked at him, she knew he understood. He could read the words in her face as easily as she could see the understanding in his. They were connected by a lifetime of experience and sometimes words just weren’t necessary.

The crinkles around his eyes deepened as he grinned. “So, here we are.”

“Watkins’ Lane. This certainly brings back some memories. One night in particular…” She smiled when she saw he was recalling the same night she was.

“We did quite a bit of fumbling around in my dad’s backseat,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “Have to admit I’m not real proud of my effort that first night.”

“I was a virgin and nervous as hell. You knew that.”

“Yeah, I did. And it sort of scared the shit out of me. I didn’t want to hurt you, Faith.”

She scooted across the seat, closer to him. “You didn’t.” She tucked her hand under his T-shirt, running her fingers along his chest.

“Yeah well, even so, you have to admit, it wasn’t my finest hour. It was over in less than a minute.”

She stroked his nipple, loving his quick intake of breath. “Funny. I don’t remember that night as being anything short of magical.”

He snorted. “You’re crazy. You don’t know what magic is.”

She smiled and decided to throw out a challenge. “I don’t, eh? Well, then maybe you should show me.”

“Oh, I’m gonna show you alright. What do you say we go for a do over?”

“Do over?”

He nodded. “Sort of like taking a Mulligan in golf. I want a chance to take your virginity again…this time without all the shaking hands and rushing.”

“Sounds like we’ve finally gotten to the good part of yourplannedactivities.”

He placed his hand on top of where hers rested on his chest, the thin layer of his shirt separating them. For a moment, he looked at her and as she watched he seemed to transform before her eyes. Gone was her cocky, fun-loving husband and in his place, she watched the boy she’d fallen in love with reemerge. His face was more serious, more sincere. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

She blinked, trying to figure out what he was asking, until he continued.

“I mean I’ve heard it can hurt the first time.”

She closed her eyes and smiled. He was taking them back in time, giving her a second chance for magic.

“I’m sure,” she whispered, trying to bring forth the younger woman, the Faith she’d been all those years ago, when sex was an unknown and exciting thing.

At her answer, he bent forward and kissed her. It was a gentle melding of lips that spoke of newness and discovery. She moved closer, anxious to relearn all the things she’d forgotten about her husband’s lips.

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