If I Can't Have You (48 page)
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Authors: Patti Berg
“Please, Trevor,” she urged, hoping he could hear her across sixty years in time. “Please, come to me.”
The water gurgled and sputtered. A whirlpool swirled around her, building momentum as it sucked at her legs and pulled her under the water. She fought the torrent, fought her fear of drowning. She gasped for breath and swallowed the chlorinated water. It burned her throat, her eyes, her sinuses, and she struggled, trying to reach the surface.
I’m going to die,
she thought, then wondered if this was all part of the plan. Was she going to join Trevor in limbo? Oh, what did it matter, as long as she was with him?
Suddenly, the whirlpool spit her out of its grasp. All around her, the water waved and crashed, then it exploded, shooting high into the air like a geyser.
She pushed hair and water from her face and her eyes. A vision appeared before her. Ebony hair. A white jacket, a black tie, and she prayed the man who’d just burst forth from the water was Trevor, and not another hallucination.
Her lips trembled as she reached out to touch the face she thought she’d only dreamed. She felt the roughness of a cheek that hadn’t been shaved since early morning. Felt a dimple at the right side of his mouth, the deep cleft in his chin.
He was real. So very, very real.
Tears flowed from her eyes and mixed with the pool water cascading over her face.
And then she saw the slightest hint of the movie-idol smile she loved.
He held out his arms, and she floated into them.
There were tears in his eyes. Tears that she’d never seen before, not even in the movies.
“I love you,” he whispered. “Oh, God, how I love you.”
The mouth she remembered so well covered hers, not gently, but passionately, full of need and want and desire. He kissed away her fears, and kissed back all her memories of the days they’d spent together.
Her fingers tightened around his back as his hands swept down her sides, over her hips.
“You are real, aren’t you?” he asked. “You’re not a dream?”
“I’m just as real as you are.” Her lips trembled as she hugged him tight.
“Don’t leave me again, Trevor. Please.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” he said. “You don’t have to hold me tightly to know that I’ll always be by your side.”
“I lost you once.”
He shook his head. “You never lost me. I was in your heart, just as you were in mine. We’ll always be together, Adriana—wherever we are.”
She rested her head on his chest, listening once more to the familiar beat of his heart.
She felt his fingers slip beneath her knees, his hand slide around her back, as he lifted her into his arms and walked from the pool.
“It’s been a long year, Adriana.”
“It’s been just a day for me, but it seems an eternity.”
“We have a lot of catching up to do,” he said, and she could feel the warmth of his lips against her brow.
“There’s so much I need to tell you,” she said. “About Carole. About Charlie and Janet getting married.
You need to know about the movie I’m making, and how you changed history—”
“Not now, Adriana.” He kissed away her words as he entered the mansion and headed up a long marble-tiled hallway. “We’ll talk about all those things tomorrow.”
“But you said we have a lot to catch up on.”
“It’s not current events I’m interested in.” A wicked smile tilted his lips, and she could see fireworks—so much brighter than those on the Fourth of July—sparkling in his eyes. “What I
am
interested in is you, and making up for all the days and nights we’ve been apart.”
She fought back the tears of happiness swelling behind
her eyes, and held on tight as
he raced up the sweeping staircase and shouldered through the tall, heavy doors leading into the suite that had once been Harrison’s, but now indelibly belonged to them. Just like the hero in so many movies—but so much better—he carried her across the ancient carpets, giving little thought to the water dripping from their hair and clothes, concentrating only on her lips, her eyes, the tip of her nose.
Pressing one foot against the door at the far end of the room, he shoved it open and took her to the bed where they’d first made love, and laid her down in its downy softness.
“God, how I missed you.” His words were little more than a whisper, spoken tenderly as he sat at her side and curled a lock of hair behind her ear. “Every night and every day, I prayed that you’d come to me, or that I could somehow find my way back to you. I kissed a lot of roses and made a lot of wishes. I hoped they’d come true—and now they have.”
She smiled softly at the man who’d shown her that life, with all its trials, was better than what she’d seen on a movie screen. “You were a dream to me,
but now you’re real. There’s nothing more I could ever wish for.”
“Nothing at all?”
She cupped his beard-roughened cheek in her palm. “You’re all I need.”
He drew his fingers away from her hair, and reached toward the bedside table. From a tall crystal vase he plucked a long red rose, and held it between them. He lightly brushed the velvety petals across her lips, then kissed it himself, just as she’d done while standing by the Poseidon Pool. Then he set it on the pillow alongside her hair.
Slowly, ever so slowly, he kissed her. “I love you, Adriana. You wished me into your life, and I came to you. Now... there’s just one more wish I want to make.”
He held her near and gazed lovingly into her eyes, just like the closing scene in so many of his movies. But this embrace wasn’t scripted, it wasn’t rehearsed. And
The End
would never flash before them.
“Tell me what you’d wish for, Trevor.”
He smiled, and whispered softly against her lips.
“A million more tomorrows with you.”
—
The End
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