Page 26 of The Soul Never Forgets

No, Dr. Wes is no Frank. He’s better––better because this time he is mine.

“Am I allowed to come in, or are you going to make me stay out here and eat dinner by myself on the porch?”

He hasn’t even come inside yet and I can already feel his desire for me. “I’m thinking about letting you in… but only if you promise to behave.”

“That’s a hard promise to make. I’ve been away from you all night and all day. Being alone with you in the same room is going to be tempting.”

“Aw shucks, who am I kidding? I’m willing to take the risk.” I widen the opening of the front door. “Please come in.”

He enters and looks around. “I didn’t pay a lot of attention to your place last night, but this is a really great house.”

“Thank you.”

“What year was it built?”

“1912. I love it but it’s not old enough for my taste. And it’s definitely not my dream home.”

“What does your dream house look like?”

“A two-story Victorian built in the mid- to late-1800s with all the historical architectural features: intricate millwork, wrought-iron vents, floor-to-ceiling windows, front-door shutters, twelve-foot ceilings, original wood flooring, multiple fireplaces, and transoms.”

I like what I like when it comes to houses.

“I want the works, but that will require moving closer to New Orleans, which means spending four times what this house cost. I’ll need to do a lot more restoration jobs before I’m able to afford something like it.”

“What I’m hearing you describe is a house in the Garden District,” he says.

“I would love to own a house in the Garden District.” It would be a dream come true.

“That’s what I want too.”

“Imagine that… two soul mates who want the same thing. Shocking.”

Getting to know Dr. Wes is going to be so much fun. I can’t wait to discover how much we share in common.

“Will we always want the same things?”

“Certainly not. And we won’t agree on everything, but we’ll be good compromisers.”

“Glad to hear it. Compromise is the key to a successful relationship, soul mate or not.” He holds up a slim brown bag. “I brought a nice, smooth whiskey. I thought we might share a nip together while we read the journals.”

“You, sir, are definitely my soul mate. If I doubted it before, I don’t anymore.”

“You like whiskey, aye?”

“I do. Very much.”

“Somehow I knew that about you,” he says.

“You’re going to find that you know lots of things about me.”

It’s going to be fun discovering each other in this lifetime. It’s a given that I love him, but I can already tell that I’m going to like him as well.

“Dinner is ready.”

“Smells good. What are we having?”

“Cajun chicken pasta.”

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