Rose Quartz (21 page)
Chapter Fourteen
Hank stood a distance from the gravesite watching her, remembering the last time he’d seen her as she paused at the crest of the hill and looked back. Even with the distance between them he’d felt her pain. And knew when he returned to the house, she’d be gone.
He looked around. It was peaceful here with the sun beating down and green grass springing up between the white markers. But it was lonesome too. Lonesome as he’d been without her.
He’d had to wait fourteen long days ‘til Maureen and Jack had returned from their honeymoon to go after her. It had been the longest fourteen days of his life. The need of her had eaten at his gut like raw acid each and every day.
As if sensing his presence, Bella turned and looked at him. His heart constricted. She’d lost weight and even from a distance she seemed pale and drawn. She hesitated then walked toward him.
She stopped in front of him and tilted back her head to look into his face. “How did you know where to find me?”
“George said you were visiting your mamma’s grave. He gave me directions.” He stood with his legs splayed, holding his cowboy hat at his waist, feeling awkward but most of all feeling afraid. What if he couldn’t convince her? “You look like hell.”
She gave a short humorless laugh. “You don’t look that great yourself, sugar.”
He crushed the rim of his hat between his clenched fingers. “I’m not surprised. The light went right out of my life when you left.” He took a step toward her, intensity sparking behind his eyes.
Before he could say more, she interrupted. “Did Maureen and Hank like their painting?”
“They loved it. You have such a gift.”
She started to say something but he placed a finger against her lips to silence her. “Hear me out. I’m not your daddy. Nothing short of death will ever drag me from your side. I’ve waited my entire life for you. I’m not going to give you up now. You know we belong together, Bella.”
He read the uncertainty in her face, fear warring with longing. He dropped his hand holding his hat to his side and picked up her limp hand with his other. He placed it over his heart where she could feel the erratic thud under her hand. “It beats for you,” he said, his voice hoarse and shaky. “No other.” He pulled her to him and looked down into her eyes. “I need you, Bella. I need you,” he whispered and laid his forehead against hers. “Say you’ll marry me, Isabella. Say you’ll be my wife.” The words from his lips were torn from his soul. They erupted through him, aching, as they forced their way out. He could barely breathe, his lungs refusing to pump air. What would he do if she wouldn’t have him?
“Yes.”
He lifted his head and blinked, not sure he’d heard her correctly.
“Yes, I’ll marry you, Hank McHenry.” She looked up at him, love shining from her eyes. “I got a little lost there for a bit but I’ve found my way back home.”
The fist clenching his heart eased. He could feel a huge foolish grin form on his face. Drawing back his arm, he heaved his hat into the sky. “Yee-haw!” He bent her over his arm and kissed her.
When he finally released her, he pulled a ring out of his shirt pocket, took her left hand and slid it on her finger.
Bella held out her hand and wiggled her fingers. The sun caught the stone and sent colorful prisms of light flashing through the diamond.
“It’s a pink diamond.” He shrugged. “Seemed like something you’d like.”
She threw her arms around him. “You got that right, sugar,” and, drawing down his head, kissed him soundly.
* * * * *
The knife plunged deep in his chest. He fell first to his knees then slid to the floor. A light fleck of pink foam formed at the corner of his mouth and dripped down his chin. His head sank to the ground and a crimson pool materialized at his side. He blinked, stunned, as he felt his life force deserting him.
He had left it too long. He should have told her about the other amulets instead of hoarding the knowledge to himself like a miser with his gold. But he’d never really believed he would die.
He laughed and choked. The joke was on him. He was mortal after all. With agonizingly slow movements, he took his index finger and wrote on the floor with his own blood. Amulets, Victoria… His hand fell to his side and his eyes rolled back in his head.
Epilogue
Seven Months Later
Sabina Comti opened the creamy, silver-lined vellum envelope and drew out the invitation. On one side was a colored print of a band of Arabians, flying across a stream, their manes blowing, their hooves churning water that sparkled like diamonds caught in the sun. She turned it over and read—
December 1, 2007 through December 23, 2007
Recent Works by Isabella Tremaine–McHenry
Reception with Artist
December 1
7:00 p.m. to 8:30 p.m.
Jewel’s Gallery
New York
Band of Horses, Oil
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