Page 155 of Ten Years and Then…
She’d done it for this moment. Because she believed. She knew he and Nora would find each other in Paris, and once they did, they’d want—need—to be together.
Daniel nodded, and led her up the stairs to his room on the second floor. He unlocked the door, and held it open for her.
She walked in and gave the room a once-over.
“You haven’t changed a bit,” she said after a moment. “All your clothes are in the drawers, aren’t they? I bet you unpacked the second you got here.”
He shrugged. “What can I say? It’s a habit.”
She took his hands and gently pulled him toward the bed. “Good habit. Maybe it’ll rub off on me someday.”
He didn’t care. She could leave her clothes all over the floor, leave a mess everywhere she went—none of it mattered as long as they were together.
“I know it’s silly to ask this,” he said softly. “But…are you sure? I know what we said. I know how I feel, but—it’s been so long.”
She kissed him, long and slow.
Somehow, when she pulled away, he was on his back, shirt unbuttoned, heart pounding. He didn’t even know when that had happened.
“The body always remembers,” she whispered, lying down next to him.
“And the heart never forgets,” he murmured, turning to face her. “That’s what you said the last time we were together. I never forgot.”
He kissed her, pulled her close. “I never stopped missing you. Not ever.”
“Me neither,” she said, and he could feel her heartbeat, so close to his. “Never ever ever.”
And then there were no more words.
Just her touch and his.
Her heart and his
Her love and his.
No. Their touch, their heart, their love.
Always.
Nora, six o’clock in the morning
Someone was shouting her name. Loudly.
For a split second, Nora panicked—was the hotel on fire?
She opened her eyes… and there was Daniel, sitting up in bed, grinning and almost shaking with excitement.
“Daniel?” She glanced at the clock. Six a.m.? She’d only fallen asleep an hour ago. What was he doing waking her up? What was he doing up, for that matter?
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I know we’re both tired. But I had a dream, and I woke up and I remembered it, and it was a message, and I have to show you right now.” He stood up, went over to the drawers and started pulling clothes out. “Get dressed, we have to go down to the lobby.”
This was a side of Daniel she’d never seen back in college.
But if he was this excited about—whatever it was—then she wanted to know about it too. She threw her dress back on, and followed him out the door and downstairs. He led her through the lobby to a little alcove hidden away in the back, with a…
“Why do we need a computer at six o’clock in the morning?”
He took a deep breath. “I guess I’m not making much sense. I had a dream, I was doing one of those dot puzzles, where you connect the dots to make a picture?” She nodded. “It was a picture of you, and I woke up right after I finished it, and then I remembered the emails I saw Thursday morning and it hit me. I wasn’t connecting the dots.”
