"Wallpaper? You brought me here to pick out You brought me here to pick out wallpaper wallpaper?"
He looked at her as if she were dull-witted. "How else am I supposed to prove my feelings for you?"
"But ..."
"Here we are." He settled her, not ungently, onto one of the stools that lined the counter in the wallpaper department, then turned to regard the shelves, which were stocked with dozens of wallpaper books. "d.a.m.n, I didn"t know it was going to be this complicated." He began reading off the shelf labels. "Bathrooms. Dining rooms. Vinyls. Flocks. What the h.e.l.l is a flock? Don"t they have something with-I don"t know-horses or something? Do you see a horse category?" What the h.e.l.l is a flock? Don"t they have something with-I don"t know-horses or something? Do you see a horse category?"
"Horses?"
For the first time, a shadow of a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, as if he were beginning to realize just how ridiculous this was. "You could help out a little bit here instead of just saying things back to me."
The wail of a police siren joined the security alarm, and tires screeched in front of the store. "Stay right here," he ordered. "I"ll take care of this. On second thought, maybe you"d better crouch down behind the counter just in case Odell has his gun out."
"Gun! I swear, Calvin Bonner ... when this is over, I"m going to-"
Her threat died on her lips as he pulled her from the stool and pushed her to her knees on the carpet behind the counter.
"Odell, it"s me!" he called out. "Cal Bonner."
"Get out of the way, Cal!" a rough voice replied. "We got a robbery goin" on here. Don"t tell me they took you hostage!"
"There"s no robbery. I kicked in the door because I have to pick out some wallpaper. My wife"s here, too, so if you"ve got any ideas about firing that gun you"ve got in your hand, forget it. Tell Harley I"ll settle up with him tomorrow. And help me turn off this d.a.m.ned alarm."
It took Cal a good fifteen minutes, along with the appearance of Harley Crisp, the hardware store owner, before the alarm was turned off and things set straight.
While Cal was talking his way out of a breaking and entering charge, Jane got up from behind the counter and sat on the stool so she could ponder how, in Cal"s mind, picking out wallpaper const.i.tuted proof of his love. She couldn"t see even the smallest link. He"d been angry with her for stripping off the wallpaper, but what did replacing it have to do with love? There was certainly a link in his mind, however, and if she forced him to explain his logic, he"d give her that incredulous look that called into question the results of all the IQ tests she"d ever taken.
As confusing as this was, she did understand one thing. To Cal"s way of thinking, this late-night shopping expedition proved his love, and that was that. A traitorous warmth began to sneak through her.
Harley Crisp finally closed the door behind him, taking along a sizable chunk of Cal"s cash. They were left alone in the store.
Cal looked down at her with an expression that was suddenly uncertain. "You don"t think all this is stupid, do you? You do understand about the wallpaper?"
She didn"t have a clue, but nothing would make her admit it, not while he was gazing at her with his heart in his eyes and a forever kind of love softening his voice.
"What I really wanted to do for you, sweetheart, was win a football game," he said huskily. "Dan Calebow did that for Phoebe once, and I wanted to do it for you, except the season hasn"t started yet, and winning a game wouldn"t count with you. Besides, compared to this, that"d be so easy it wouldn"t prove anything. I wanted to do something hard. Really hard." He waited, an expectant look on his face.
"Pick out wallpaper?" she offered tentatively.
His eyes came alive, as if she"d just given him the keys to the universe. "You do understand." With a groan, he pulled her off the stool and into his arms. "I was scared to death you wouldn"t. I promise I"ll figure out the work thing just as soon as I can."
"Oh, Cal ..." Her words caught on a happy sob. She didn"t have the faintest idea how he"d sorted all this out in his mind. She didn"t understand about breaking into the hardware store or picking out wallpaper, but she knew this was real. Cal"s feelings for her weren"t about the challenge she presented to him. He was giving her his warrior"s heart, and she wouldn"t let those old wounds from her childhood keep her from taking it.
They gazed deeply into each other"s eyes and saw a pathway into their own souls.
"It"s a real marriage now, sweetheart," he whispered. "Forever and ever."
And then, right there in the hardware store, he pulled her down onto the carpet behind the counter and began making love to her. Naturally, he didn"t want her wearing even a single st.i.tch of clothes, and she felt the same about him.
When they were naked, he surprised her by reaching for his jeans. She propped herself up on one elbow and watched him withdraw a bedraggled pink bow from the pocket, its pom pom loops flattened almost, but not quite, beyond recognition.
"You kept it," she said.
He leaned forward to nuzzle her breast. "At first I had the idea of making you eat it, then I was going to tie you up with it while I let those rats nibble on you."
"Uhmm." She lay back and did some nibbling of her own. "What are you going to do with it now?"
He muttered something that sounded like, "You"ll think it"s stupid."
"I will not."
He drew back and gazed at her. "Promise you won"t laugh."
She nodded solemnly.
"You were the best birthday present I ever got."
"Thank you."
"I wanted to give you something back, but I"ve got to warn you that it"s not half as good as my present. Even so, you have to keep it."
"All right."
He draped the pink bow around his neck and grinned. "Happy birthday, Rosebud."
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"I swear, Jane, this is the craziest thing I ever let you talk me into. I don"t know why I listened." swear, Jane, this is the craziest thing I ever let you talk me into. I don"t know why I listened."
Cal had listened because he"d been jumping through hoops this past month trying to please her as she grew bigger than a house and grouchier than a bear. Even now, she wanted to bash him over the head, just on general principles. But she loved him too much. So she settled for snuggling into his big arms instead.
They sat in the back of a black stretch limousine heading for Heartache Mountain. The trees that lined the road were splashed with October"s colors: yellows, oranges, and reds. This would be her first mountain autumn, and she"d been aching to see it, as well as get reacquainted with the friends she"d made before they"d had to leave Salvation. Cal and his family had dragged her to every important function, and it hadn"t been long before the townspeople"s resentment toward her had disappeared.
As the limo neared Salvation her antic.i.p.ation grew. Cal had ordered the car because the hamstring injury that had him sidelined for the next few weeks also kept him from driving, and he wouldn"t let her behind the wheel until after the baby was born. It was probably just as well. Her back was killing her from those awful airline seats, and she felt too crummy to concentrate on the mountain roads. She"d been having Braxton-Hicks contractions for several weeks, those practice contractions that lead up to the real thing, but they"d been worse than normal this afternoon.
He kissed the top of her head. She sighed and snuggled closer. If she"d needed anything more to convince her of Cal"s love, these past few weeks had done it. As her pregnancy had advanced to its final week, she"d become demanding, moody, and generally b.i.t.c.hy. In response, he"d been unendingly affectionate and obnoxiously good-humored. Several times she"d tried to p.r.i.c.k his temper just for the challenge of it, but instead of rising to the bait, he"d laughed at her.
Easy for him to be so happy, she thought sourly. He wasn"t the one carrying around a thousand pounds of future Olympic athlete and n.o.bel laureate. He wasn"t stuck in this oversize tent of a dress with a stupid Peter Pan collar; an aching back; nagging, unproductive contractions; and a pair of feet she hadn"t seen in weeks! On the other hand, he was sidelined for the next few games, so he wasn"t exactly on top of the world. Still, his injury was the reason they were able to fly home to Salvation in the middle of the season.
She reached down to rub his thigh. It wasn"t his hamstring, but it was the closest thing she could comfort. Her eyes filled with ever-ready tears as she thought of the pain he"d been in on Sunday when that ignorant cretin who played for the Bears had sacked him on fourth and two. Cal had been playing a glorious game up until then, and if Jane could have gotten her hands on that Neanderthal after the game, she would have taken him apart.
Kevin had pretended to be sympathetic when Cal had been helped off the field, but Jane wasn"t fooled. Kevin reveled in every moment of playing time he could get, and she knew he would make the most of the next two weeks while Cal was out. If she weren"t so annoyed with him, she"d be proud of his progress this season. Even Cal was proud of him, although he"d never admit it.
Sometimes she thought Kevin spent more time at their house than he spent at his own. They had sold her home in Glen Ellyn and settled in Cal"s condo until they decided where they were going to live permanently. For some reason, Cal had insisted on partic.i.p.ating in every decision about paint color and furniture purchases, right down to throw pillows. He and Kevin had a.s.sembled the baby"s crib together, and put up bright yellow shutters in the sunny second-story bedroom that was to be the nursery.
Even Kevin didn"t know that Cal was going to announce his retirement at the end of the season. Cal wasn"t entirely happy about it, since he still didn"t know what he would do with himself, but he was tired of fighting his injuries. He also said he"d learned there were more important things in life than playing football.
"Women are not supposed to fly when they"re nine months pregnant," he growled. "It"s a wonder they didn"t arrest me for bringing you on that plane."
"They wouldn"t have dared. You celebrities can get away with anything." She gave him the pouty lip that made her feel so deliciously like a bimbo. "Yesterday I realized I couldn"t stand the idea of having our baby in Chicago. I want to be near family."
He was a sucker for the pouty lip, and he nipped it between his own before he went on with his complaint. "You could have decided that a month ago, and I"d have sent you out here while it was still safe to travel."
"Then we"d have been split up, and neither of us could have stood that."
It was true. They needed each other in more ways than they could ever have imagined. Not only had they found pa.s.sion together, but they"d found contentment, as well as an energy that had spilled over into their jobs. Cal was well on his way to breaking his all-time pa.s.sing record, and her work had never gone better.
Just after they"d returned to Chicago, she"d been awarded the Coates" Prize in Physics for a paper she"d done on duality. Unbeknownst to her, the rumors about the prize had been circulating for weeks, making Jerry Miles"s vendetta against her look foolish. In August, he"d been dismissed and replaced with one of the most respected physicists in the country, a man who had convinced Jane to take a permanent position at Preeze. He"d even gone so far as to bribe her with several eager young physicists to serve as her staff.
At that moment, however, Cal didn"t have his wife"s blossoming professional career on his mind, but her physical well-being, and she tried to ease his worries. "Be logical, Cal. I talked to Dr. Vogler this morning. She knows my medical history, and she"s perfectly capable of delivering this baby."
"I still say you could have made up your mind about this a long time ago."
Her desire to have their baby here had grown stronger as her pregnancy advanced, but she wouldn"t even consider leaving Cal behind in Chicago. His injury over the weekend had given her the chance she needed.
The baby twisted, and her spine felt as if it were being clamped by a giant fist. He"d go ballistic if he realized she was in this much pain, and she barely bit back a gasp.
It was gradually occurring to her that Cal was right, and getting on that plane had been a stupid thing to do. Still, first-time labor took forever, and Jim and Lynn would be waiting for her. Her father-in-law would tell her if he thought she should call Vogler.
Luckily, Cal was distracted and didn"t notice anything wrong. "What"s that on the inside of your wrist?" He picked up her hand.
She could barely catch her breath. "Uh ... It"s nothing." She tried to s.n.a.t.c.h it away, but he held fast. "It"s just a little pen mark. I must have marked myself accidentally."
"Now that"s real strange. This looks a lot more like an equation than an accidental squiggle."
"We were coming in for landing," she sniffed, "and I couldn"t get to my notebook." She caught her breath as the baby scored a 9.7 with a triple axel double toe loop. This time her back pain hit along with a fierce contraction that seemed to last forever, but might still only be a Braxton-Hicks. She swallowed a groan, which would really upset him, and distracted herself from the pain by trying to start a quarrel.
"You don"t fight with me anymore."
"That"s not true, sweetheart. We"ve been fighting ever since you told me we had to go on this trip."
"We"ve been arguing, not fighting. You haven"t yelled once. You never yell anymore."
"I"m sorry, but I just can"t seem to work up a good mad at you."
"Why not? Even I I can"t stand myself!" can"t stand myself!"
"Crazy, isn"t it. I can"t explain."
She glared at him. "You"re doing it again."
"What?"
"That thing that irritates me."
"Smiling?"
"Yes. That."
"Sorry." His hand settled over her drum-tight abdomen. "I"m so happy, I can"t seem to stop."
"Try harder!"
She suppressed her own smile. Who would ever have thought a warrior like Cal Bonner would put up with this much nonsense? But he didn"t seem to mind. Maybe he understood how wonderful it felt to be completely unreasonable and still see all that unqualified love shining back. How could she ever have doubted his feelings for her? When Cal Bonner made up his mind he was in love, he stuck to it.
Cal had talked her out of her fear of having a brilliant child by making her understand that most of the misery in her childhood came, not from her intelligence, but from being raised by a distant, unfeeling parent. That was something their child would never have to worry about.
He leaned forward and peered out the window. "d.a.m.n!"
"What"s wrong?"
"Can"t you see? It"s starting to rain!" His voice grew agitated. "What if we"re up on that mountain and you decide to go into labor, but the road gets washed out so we can"t get back down? What are we going to do then?"
"That only happens in books."
"I was crazy to let you talk me into this."
"We had to come. I told you. I want to have the baby here. And I dreamed Annie was on her deathbed."
"You called her as soon as you woke up this morning. You know she"s all right."
"She sounded tired."
"She probably stayed up all night planning a new hate crime against our father."
She smiled. He always did that now. He referred to his mother and father as if they belonged to her as well. Not only had he given her his love, he"d given her his parents, too.
Emotions she couldn"t control bubbled up inside her. Her smiled faded, and she started to cry. "You"re the most wonderful husband in the world, and I don"t deserve you."
She thought she heard a long-suffering sigh, but it could have been the hiss of tires on wet pavement.
"Would it make you feel better if I told you that I"m writing down every unreasonable thing you"ve done this past month, and I promise to take it out of your hide as soon as you"re back to normal?"
She nodded.
He laughed and kissed her again as the limousine began to climb Heartache Mountain. "I love you, Janie Bonner. I really do. The night you barged into my house with that pink bow tied around your neck was the luckiest night of my life."
"Mine, too," she sniffed.
All the lights were on at Annie"s, and Jim"s red Blazer was parked in front. She"d seen her in-laws two weeks earlier when they"d flown to Chicago to watch Cal play and behaved like newlyweds the whole time. That night, Cal had thrown a pillow over his head and announced that they were buying a new guest room bed. One that didn"t squeak!
She was anxious to see Jim and Lynn, and she didn"t wait for the driver to open the door for her.
"Hold on, Jane! It"s raining, and-"
She was already waddling toward the porch. Even though Cal was limping on his bandaged leg, he caught her elbow before she reached the steps and steadied her. The door burst open, and Lynn flew out.