Connected Hearts - Four Lesbian Romance Stories (7 page)

She flipped on the unit and sure enough, a new destination had been entered. All she needed to do was press Go. Her eyebrows shot up at the sight of the address.
Wow, Jess. You’re really going all out. The Beach House Hotel.
As she picked up the lid to put it back on the chocolates, she spotted something written on the inside of the lid in Jess’s distinctive handwriting.
Room 377.

I can’t wait to see what else she has up her sleeve.
Kim started the car, then froze.
Dang.
She had been so excited about Jess’s surprise, she had forgotten about her own plans. She glanced at her watch. It was too late to cancel the elaborate dinner she was having delivered to the house.
Maybe Debbie and Joel would like the meal. If not, at least they could take delivery of some very expensive leftovers.
On such short notice, Kim wasn’t sure who else to ask except their closest neighbors.

Dinner doesn’t matter.
Jess had obviously put a lot of thought and planning into making the day special. Kim’s hand went to the ring box in her pocket.
She’s done a great job of surprising me, but I still have a big surprise of my own.

Her heart was light and overflowing with love as she headed to fulfill her destiny.
I’ll be there soon, love.

* * *

Jess leaned against the balcony railing, the soothing sounds of the surf washing over her. The sun had begun its final descent. Vivid hues of red, orange, and purple painted the darkening sky. She was barely aware of the stunning vista laid out before her. Her thoughts were focused on one person.
Kim.

Her hand went to the ring box in her pocket. While she had planned for over a month to ask Kim to marry her, it had become imperative after Kim’s latest attempt to get pregnant had been unsuccessful. Jess would never forget the sight of Kim curled up on their bed, her beautiful face streaked with tears. Or the sound of her cries and repeated apologies. Jess had never felt more helpless. With Valentine’s Day looming, it had seemed the perfect opportunity to avow her commitment and propose.

I wish she were here to share the sunset.
Jess glanced at her watch for probably the thirtieth time in the last thirty minutes. Kim would be leaving work soon.
Wonder what she thought of my riddles?
Jess grinned.
Hope she figures them out.
She snorted at the ridiculous thought.
Of course she will.
Her anxiety flared anew.
I just hope she didn’t think they were too dumb. I suck at riddles.

Unable to stand still, Jess walked back into the hotel suite and checked her preparations one more time. A table covered with a snow-white tablecloth waited just inside the glass patio doors. It was already set with two place settings. An unlit candelabra with rose petals surrounding its base graced the center of the table. A gas log was burning brightly in the fireplace opposite the couch.
Looks good.
She wanted everything to be perfect for Kim.

Jess made her way into the bedroom that was separated from the rest of the suite by a waist-high wall. She ran her hand over the thick terrycloth of one of the robes draped across the bottom of the bed.

She glanced at her watch. The waiting was making her anxious. Barely resisting the urge to pace, she returned to the balcony doors.

A knock on the door made her heart race.
Relax. It’s too early to be Kim. She’s probably just now leaving work.

Jess peered through the spyhole in the door. Her heart, just starting to calm, shot into overdrive.
Kim. But how?
She pulled the door open. “Happy Valentine’s Day,” she said as she stepped back to let Kim enter.

“Hi.” Kim walked past her and into the room.

No kiss?

Kim set her flowers and chocolates down on the small table just inside the room. Free of her burdens, she spun around and pinned Jess against the door.

Jess moaned as Kim took her lips in a searing kiss. When Kim’s tongue slid into her mouth and she tasted chocolate, Jess smiled into the kiss. She was panting by the time the kiss broke.
Wow.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.”

Jess took Kim’s hand and led her into the suite. “Do you like your surprise?”

Kim looked around. “Wow, Jess. This place is amazing.” She headed for the balcony doors.

Following her outside, Jess smiled at Kim’s reaction. The sun was almost down, but she could still make out the fading colors of the sunset. The roar of the surf added to the ambiance. Jess moved behind Kim and wrapped her arms around her, pulling her close to her chest.

Despite the chill, they watched in silence until the last sliver of the sun had disappeared.

Jess rubbed her hands up and down Kim’s arms, trying to warm her. “Let’s go inside. The fireplace will warm you right up.”

“Good idea.” Kim headed straight for the fireplace. She sat down on the raised stone hearth and stretched her hands out toward the fire.

Jess joined her. She took up a spot on the carpet near Kim’s feet.

Kim bent down and kissed her gently on the lips. She stroked her fingers though Jess’s hair. “Thank you for doing all of this. It was a wonderful surprise.”

“It’s not over yet.” Jess let a little half-smirk appear.

Kim narrowed her eyes at Jess. “What else do you have up your sleeve?”

Jess laughed and made a show of looking up her sleeves. “Nope, nothing there.”

“Maybe I should check for myself.”

The smoky timbre of Kim’s voice sent shivers down Jess’s spine.
Check anything you want.
She leaned toward Kim.

“Maybe I should check your pockets as well.”

Oh. Yeah.
Kim’s words finally sank into Jess’s aroused brain.
Whoa! Not a good idea.
She pulled away from Kim’s questing hands and stood. She resisted the urge to check her pocket to make sure the ring was still there.

“What’s wrong?”

Jess gazed down into Kim’s passion-filled eyes and bit back a groan. It took every ounce of her formidable willpower to keep from giving in to the want in Kim’s vivid blue eyes. Jess took a big step back and bumped into the coffee table. “I just realized dinner will be arriving shortly.” Her gaze bore into Kim’s. “And once I start making love to you, I don’t want anything to interrupt us.”

Kim growled. “Cancel dinner.”

Laughing, Jess offered her hand to Kim. “You better eat. You’re going to need your strength for later.” She tugged Kim up to stand next to her.

Kim pressed close and nipped at her pulse point. “Is that a promise?” she husked close to Jess’s ear.

Arousal pulsed though Jess.
So help me, God.

* * *

It’s time.
Nervous energy made Jess feel as if she were going to jump out of her skin. She forced herself to be still. She didn’t want to disturb Kim, who was snuggled against her side with her head on Jess’s shoulder. “Tired?” she asked.

“No. Just incredibly content.”

“Would you like some more wine?”

“No. I don’t want to fall asleep on you.”

Jess laughed. She gave Kim a quick squeeze, then pulled away.
Okay, this is it.
She swallowed heavily as she turned to face Kim.
Don’t mess it up.
She had been working on her proposal for the last week. “Kim ... I want to—”

“Wait. I have something I need to say.”

“But.”

“Please.” Kim put her finger on Jess’s lips, stilling any further protest.

Jess kissed the finger pressed to her lips and nodded.

Kim clasped both of Jess’s hands in hers, then ran her thumbs over the backs of Jess’s hands. “You’ve made this evening so special. First, the notes with the riddles.” She laughed. “That was great. Then the roses and chocolates. And finally, all this,” she spread her arms, encompassing the room, “and a wonderful dinner. There is only one thing that could make this day even more special.” Kim slid off the couch and onto her knees in front of it.

What is she doing?
Jess’s heartbeat picked up speed.

“I struggled to come up with the perfect speech to express everything in my heart.” Kim removed a small jeweler’s box from her pocket.

Is that ...?
It felt as if her heart was trying to escape from her chest.

Kim met Jess’s gaze and held it. “Turns out it was really very simple.” She opened the box.

A ring was nestled in a bed of black velvet.

Oh. My. God. She’s going to ask me.

“I love you.” Kim tugged the ring from its velvet nest and offered it to Jess. “Will you marry me?”

Rendered speechless, Jess could only stare at the ring in Kim’s hand. Her thoughts whirled through her head like a pinwheel set in motion by the wind. She knew her mouth was hanging open but couldn’t seem to move.

“Jess?”

Her gaze darted to Kim’s face, then back to the ring.
That’s not possible.
Jess felt for the ring box hidden in her own pocket. All of her carefully laid plans were blown away in seconds, but Jess didn’t spare them a moment’s regret.
She asked me to marry her!

A heavy sigh from Kim tore Jess from her euphoric stupor.

Kim’s hand dropped, and she sat back on her heels. She curled her fingers around the ring.

Wait. My ring!
“Kim—”

“It’s okay, Jess. You don’t like it. I’ll get you something else.” Distress twisted Kim’s beautiful face. “Or ... if ... I mean.” She cleared her throat. “If you’d rather wait and not ...” Tears glimmered at the corners of Kim’s eyes.

A surge of panic so strong she felt sick to her stomach hit Jess. She slid off the couch and onto her knees in front of Kim. “I was just shocked. I wasn’t expecting this.” Jess tugged Kim’s clenched hand toward her and urged her to open her fingers. She took the ring from Kim’s palm. “It’s beautiful.” She offered it back to Kim. “Will you put it on me?”

Kim shook her head. “I can’t.”

What?

“You didn’t answer my question yet.”

Relief washed over Jess. She sank down onto her heels. “Yes. Forever.”

A stunning sun-out-from-behind-the-clouds smile lit Kim’s face. “Funny you should say that. Read the inscription.”

Jess tipped the ring, trying to make out the inscription in the dim light. When she did, her smile rivaled Kim’s.
Amazing. Fated indeed.
Jess locked gazes with Kim and repeated the inscription. “Forever.”

“Forever.” Kim slipped the ring on Jess’s finger, sealing the vow.

As Jess gazed down at her ring, the incredulousness of the whole thing struck her funny bone. She burst out laughing.

“What’s so funny?”

The tone of Kim’s voice drove the laughter from Jess. She flinched at the look on Kim’s face.
Fix this fast, or you’re going to spend the most important night of your life on the couch—alone.
Jess took both of Kim’s hands in hers, pleased when she wasn’t rebuffed. “You wouldn’t believe it if I told you.”

“Try me.”

Jess allowed her trademark smirk full rein.

Kim arched an eyebrow, making Jess laugh.

“I had one more surprise for you tonight.” Jess pulled the ring box from her pocket.

Kim’s eyes went wide.

Jess opened the box. She took great satisfaction in the gob-smacked look on Kim’s face.
Now you know how I felt.

“But ... that’s ...” Kim’s gaze darted between the ring in the box and the one on Jess’s finger.

“Exactly,” Jess said, suppressed laughter in her voice. “They’re identical.” She lifted the ring from the box and held it out to Kim. “Read the inscription.”

Kim’s hand shook as she reached for the ring. She tilted it and read the inscription. “Forever yours.” Her eyes brimmed with tears. “Put it on me. Please.”

“Guess it’s kind of a moot point now. But since I’m only ever going to do this once, I want to do it right.” Jess rose up onto her knees. “Kim, will you marry me?”

“Yes. Forever.” Kim said, echoing Jess’s earlier vow.

Jess slipped the ring on her finger. She pulled Kim into her arms.

The kiss they shared was one of love, devotion, passion, and hope of a bright future.

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Author’s note:
My novel
L.A. Metro
will be republished by Ylva Publishing in the spring of 2013. This story takes place six months after the end of
L.A. Metro
.

Joan Arling

I hated my job.

Then again, it was more of a love-hate relationship.

I was a truck driver. Nothing special about that, except that this was considered a man’s job. Ridiculous. There were plenty of cars that required more muscle than a truck. Virtually everything was accompanied by hisses: change gears, brake, step on the clutch―all supported by compressed air. It was fun seeing people step back from the kerb when they heard me accelerate uphill: Pfft, roar, pfft, clutch, pfft, next gear, pfft, release clutch, roar ... ten times repeated before I even reached the other side of the crossing. Okay, make that six times; it still impressed the audience.

Even with Tiny’s five hundred horses I needed to use every gear to get forty tons up to speed. Oh, yes, of course my truck had a name. It was more of a home to me than any other place, and it just felt alive. Had a morning temper, too.

Of course, most of the time it was simply droning along at fifty or sixty miles per hour on a motorway. Depending on what I pulled, adhering to rules meticulously was an absolute must. When I was transporting dangerous goods, like explosives, I was much more likely to get pulled off for an inspection. This could result in fines that would quickly eat up the overhead I charged my customers to be able to pay the rent for the apartment I rarely saw anyway.

Which was one of many reasons I hated my job.

Usually the machine ran like a miracle, as long as you didn’t save on the wrong items. The periodic check-ups were expensive, and parking Tiny in a garage for a day or two meant not earning money for that time. But then, a neglected bearing could seize up in the middle of nowhere, probably around midnight, in a thunderstorm right when the battery of my mobile had decided that it needed to be replaced. Rather than having that happen, I regarded the expense as an investment. And aside from a broken pipe in the steering hydraulics, Tiny had never let me down.