DRAGONJULS' Storybook
~ All Our Tomorrows ~
J M Dragon
Part Three
© February 2001
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Part One
Chapter Five
Constantia looked at the bobbing sailboats dotted around the small bay, which she could see from her bedroom window. They moved a little more today, a slight breeze assailed the warm early morning and the flimsy netting that adorned the windows blew back into the room.
Wheeling her chair so that she could find the best possible advantage point, she picked up her pen and began to scribble away in her journal. A habit she had picked up from Adam all those years ago, it had been a conversation that she recalled many times.
Revolving the old and well used pen in her hands, she reflected that it must be virtually fifty years old now and she only ever had used it to update her journal. Some things were meant to stay in one's life, just as others are meant to leave. In her case, Adam had gone, but his gift was still with her and that included the memories, too!
As she wrote the date at the top of the page in her book, she wrote her personal thoughts of the present day.
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Catherine walked over to her desk and shot the two police representatives a cool appraising stare. She had, of course, already met the man. She had not been particularly impressed, although it had been a traumatic situation. Therefore, she was willing to revise her first impression. Now, there was this woman and she appeared familiar.
“Lt. Delaney, have you news?” Catherine quietly asked, as she sat down on the cold surface of her leather chair. The chestnut haired woman opposite her captured her ice blue eyes.
“No, not exactly, but I’ve brought a colleague with me today. This is Doctor Thea Rosnova. She’s been on the case from the beginning and is a very good councillor in this type of situation.” Delaney looked over at Rosnova and saw her smile sweetly at the Warriorson woman.
“Ms. Devonshire, pleased to meet you. But of course, we’ve met briefly before.” Thea Rosnova stood up and held out her hand in a friendly gesture.
Serena Dusterly had followed Catherine, but held back in the dark recesses of the room to take in what the two had to say before she showed herself, unless she was brought forward earlier. Now that was a surprise, her knowing Thea Rosnova, a great surprise indeed!
“We have?” Catherine said shortly. Something wasn’t right about this woman…a gut instinct, but there, nonetheless.
Rosnova dropped her hand as the cold bitch across from her refused to acknowledge it. She sat down, wanting desperately to knock that smirk from Delaney’s face.
“Yes, I live in the apartment block and we met in the elevator a few days ago. Of course, you have had many things on your mind, so it’s understandable that you would have forgotten a trivial meeting like ours.” Rosnova answered with a silky voice. Serena Dusterly couldn’t help thinking that it reminded her of a snake.
Catherine gave the woman a concentrated examination and raised her left eyebrow, bringing the scarred skin taut over her cheek, giving her a demonic look. That is, if you did not know her well.
“Yes, I vaguely recall the meeting now that you mention it.” Catherine smiled thinly. She had known the woman as soon as she had sat down, but wanted to see if Rosnova volunteered the information immediately.
“That’s the pleasantries out of the way. What can I do for you both?” Catherine asked quietly. She glanced at the man and then the woman and waited patiently for them to speak. Dusterly, she noted, had decided to remain anonymous for the moment. That, was her call.
Delaney motioned for Rosnova to commence her spiel.
“I am offering you a chance to talk about the trauma of losing your child and work with you, if there is the possibility of your daughter… Lisa isn’t it?” Catherine inclined her head fractionally at the mention of her little princess’s name. “The possibility, that she might never come home again.” Rosnova spoke with a voice laced with professional compassion.
Catherine moved quickly out of her chair and with a speed, that amazed the other occupants of the room. She towered over the woman who had made such ridiculous remarks.
Catherine’s voice, filled with loathing for the remark, responded in a harsh tone. “I do not appreciate the packaged sympathy over the abduction of my child! She is not lost to me and never will be. Get that clear in your head now! If you ever think for one minute, one second, or a fraction of a second, that I will ever listen to that crap, then lady you need your head tested and need to go see a shrink yourself!”
Serena Dusterly saw the pent up, emotionally charged anger. Also, the fact that the woman was now close to losing what vestige of control she had been holding onto.
“Ms. Devonshire, perhaps if I could have a few words?” Serena moved away from her dark spot leaning against the back wall of the room so that the two visitors could see her clearly.
“Dusterly?” Delaney barked out, in astonishment and surprise.
“Dusterly?” Rosnova spoke at the same time, but her voice held ill-concealed hatred.
Catherine looked over at the younger woman and wanted to take her head off for interrupting her at this moment. All she wanted to do now was punch something, or someone, it really didn’t matter to her at all.
“What! What the hell do you want, Dusterly?” Catherine barked out. She turned on her heel and went to look out of her window, her anger and frustration simmering away.
“Lt. Delaney, Doctor Rosnova, good to see you. It’s been far too long.” Serena said sarcastically and noted the dull red that crossed the upper cheeks of the detective. Rosnova quickly looked her over in distaste.
“Not long enough!” Rosnova replied bitchily.
Catherine heard the last remark from Rosnova. It brought her mind spinning back to the need for control, her child’s life depended on it.
“Well, we can’t make everyone happy now, can we? Ms. Devonshire has hired me as her personal advisor in this case. As such, I would appreciate you providing me with everything you know so far. Who and what is currently being investigated, and also, any new leads.” Serena smiled sweetly at them both, watching as Delaney coughed at the news and heard a hiss from Rosnova.
“You can’t be serious? That’s only for the police to know all the details.” Delaney muttered, as he turned his eyes to first Serena, then to the back view of the woman, who his superior had said not to upset. ‘Guess he fucked that one up, good and proper.’
“Delaney, have I changed that much? I was always serious. In fact, very serious if I thought it important. And this, is important.” Serena said, her voice clear and precise.
“Yeah, well you might have been serious, but the rest of us thought you were nuts. Wouldn’t you say Rosnova?” Delaney scathingly replied. She was an ex-fed and that was all that mattered to him, no longer reliable, or of use.
Thea Rosnova had been watching the rigid back of the woman at the window. As she did so, she saw the scarred profile in repose. She wondered about that and not for the first time, either. Although, little or no information had been forthcoming on how she had resulted in the injuries, or why.
“Dusterly, you are not worth a dime. If I was Ms. Devonshire, I would review your previous record before I put my trust and the well being of my child in your ‘incapable’ hands.”
“Ms. Devonshire is aware of my background, all of it! Now, if we have that point cleared up to everyone’s satisfaction, perhaps you can both relate the present status. Now!” Dusterly stopped herself from grinning as she saw the two faces to her left glare at her. They looked at each other and then Delaney began a monologue of the current position on the case. Travis had told him to co-operate on all levels… he had no choice.
Dusterly’s handling of the other two in the room had impressed Catherine. The ex-agent had taken all the jibes and left some of her own behind that stung. That was the interesting gambit. Why was Rosnova so upset? Moreover, she was definitely upset! Dusterly’s explanation would be interesting in the extreme, and perhaps they could get things moving. Every second counted, she could feel it in her heart.
Half an hour later Delaney had finished his repertoire and Rosnova had been nothing, but a sullen figure in the chair next to him. Their leave taking had been cold. Even Stephanie Merchant had been surprised at the chilly atmosphere in the room when she had been requested to show them out.
Catherine had remained at the window and listened intently to the conversation going on around her, and she noted the deadly silence from the doctor. Her fingers played incessantly with the locket around her neck. She turned back to face Dusterly when the others had left the room.
“You have all the information you require to bring my little girl back home?” Catherine asked in a solemn voice.
Serena Dusterly looked at the taller woman and noted that she was now completely in control of her emotions. It was the way she held her body and the cool remote look in the eyes. “Yes, I have the information.”
Catherine nodded her head and moved towards her chair and as she seated herself in its depths, she gave Dusterly a quick apologetic glance. “Sorry, for my lack of control earlier.”
Serena heard the clipped tone and it brought a brief smile to her lips. She knew that it could not have been easy for the woman opposite her to admit that lapse. No sir, not easy at all!
“No problem. I wasn’t sure if you planned it that way to throw them a little and bring me in off the side lines?” Serena gave Catherine Devonshire the opportunity to seize the excuse, if she required it, without losing face.
Catherine pondered that remark. So, this woman was shrewd and quick-witted, not to mention compassionate! Here was the ideal person to help her achieve her goal. She had found perhaps, the key to her miracle. Well, one had to hope and she certainly would do that!
“Thank you for the excuse Ms. Dusterly, but no, it was a lapse and it won’t happen again. You have information, so please, share it with me. We have a child to bring home safe and sound.” Catherine smiled a deep warm smile that made Serena Dusterly wonder if the woman knew what effect that smile had on people?
Giving a wide grin of her own, she sat down and related all her old findings, her new information, and the small pieces of data the police had imparted. After she had finished, she locked gazes with Catherine Devonshire and saw the impact the words had had on her. She looked like she could murder someone herself!
“You’re sure?” the words a gentle hiss out of thinly stretched lips.
“I’m as sure as I’ll ever be, without actually being there to witness it happening.” Serena said with confidence.
“I see.” Catherine wasn’t sure what she felt when Dusterly had mentioned who she thought was the villain of the piece.
“We need help Ms. Devonshire. We can’t do this alone.”
Catherine digested the information and her head cleared as she considered who could possibly help them. Normally, she would have enlisted Kelsey, but he was thousands of miles away and she had to cover all the eventualities. Hudson was still out there somewhere and you never knew how involved she was in any tragic situation that befell her or her family.
“I can locate two or three people that are completely trustworthy. Will that be enough?”
Serena smiled and nodded her head. “Sure, that will do fine. No time like the present to get them on board, is there.”
Catherine speed dialled a number and waited a few moments.
“Constance is that you?” Catherine asked sharply.
“Yes, yes it is Catherine. How are you? What can I do for you?” The woman at the other end of the line said quickly.
Catherine briefly explained her requirements and replaced the receiver in a swift fluid movement.
“Right, Dusterly, that’s the troops organised. Let’s go and put the bastard who preys on our children, where they belong!” Catherine said, her voice full of banked down rage.
Serena Dusterly shivered at the words for they held a finality about them that would convince the devil himself that his time was up!
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Chapter Six
Kelsey swatted another mosquito away with his newspaper. Rivulets of sweat ran down his cheeks, giving him a less than appealing presence.
James Thompson in contrast sat at the bistro table stirring his coffee, his whole body relaxed. He didn’t look uncomfortable in the heat of the day at all.
“Hey Jimmy, I know you’re not like other men, but don’t you sweat either?” Kelsey asked the man opposite him, who looked as if it was normal to be sitting in the sun without protection. Looking immaculately turned out, not even a hint of perspiration was seen on the guy.
James looked at the decidedly ruffled man and smiled wryly at him, his comment wasn’t exactly informed now was it. “Can’t say I understand your terminology Kelsey. How exactly, am I not like other men?”
Kelsey looked over the square and noticed a leggy blonde examining items in a jeweller’s window, his attention now only partially on the conversation with Thompson.
“Man, give me a break! I know your only interest in women is on a professional footing and as friends. But men you don’t mind taking to your bed, right?” Kelsey’s eyes drooled over the blonde, wondering if she was alone and he might have a chance for a brief encounter with her.
James Thompson twisted his lips in distaste at the crude man and then his eyes travelled in the direction of Kelsey’s fixed gaze. He really did think with his dick, this idiot! They also didn’t have time for it either.
“We need to go Kelsey.” James decided against answering the man regarding his comments, he wasn’t worth the explanation.
“Go? Go where? Have your coffee. I want to go and test out a theory of mine.” He slid out of his chair and walked briskly over to the blonde. Thompson shook his head as he signalled for the waiter to freshen his coffee.
Gazing over the small beautiful medieval square, comprised of buildings that represented centuries of history of the people on the island, he had always been fascinated in old buildings and what and whom they represented, all those centuries ago. He did know that in this particular area of the world, the Knights from the crusade had battled to prevent the islands from passing to the Turks. That had been a lost cause generally and only a few islands resisted the invasions. With the architecture, he was sure this island was one of them. Pity he was here on a crisis, for he would have loved to have spent the time finding out more.
He once again looked over in the direction of Kelsey, who was having what seemed an amiably and friendly conversation with the blonde. As he looked at her closely or as close as he could from his distanced vantage point, he was sure he knew the face. But then again, it could be the sun producing a false impression.
His attention was momentarily taken away from the woman and Kelsey. A very volatile argument being carried out close beside him with the bistro owner and a young man on a motor bike drew his attention. He did not understand a word spoken as it was in Greek, but the tone created it’s own story, or so he thought. Then the two, to his surprise both laughed and the bistro owner waived the young man away with a smile.
Thompson turned his attention back to where the woman had been and was disappointed to see her gone and Kelsey walking towards him. Oh well, Kelsey would say if he knew her, but then again….
* * * * * * * * * *
Jace paced the study as she contemplated her next action.
It wasn’t that she didn’t want to tell Catherine that she was travelling to Greece to see her Aunt. No, that was not it at all! Expelling a heavy sigh, she shook her head and smiled at herself. She was a fool. Of course she wanted to tell Catherine, but knowing her partner as she did, Catherine would forbid the trip. Then they might argue a little and both of them might get upset. Well, there was no might about it, they both would. Consequently Catherine would be even more stressed than she was already and that wasn’t a burden she was going to inflict on her partner. After all, she would be home within the week and miracle of all miracles, Grace was going to travel with her.
“Catherine, don’t be mad. Don’t be mad.” Jace chanted softly as she dialled the New York apartment.
“Hello, Devonshire residence. How may I help you?” Stephanie Merchant’s voice asked politely.
Jace smiled, “Hi Steph. Is Catherine home? It’s Jace.”
Stephanie chuckled at the breathless young woman at the other end of the line. It had been an interesting time working for this couple and the Californian was adorable, and so guileless. The fact that Jace shared her life with the dark stoic woman, who was as different from her as she could possibly be, was a clear sign that the two of them were very much in love. They might be total opposites, but certainly appeared to be a perfect match… an odd looking match, but they fit together so well. “Hello Jace. Yes, Ms. Devonshire is home. She’s in the study with some colleagues, but I will put you through.”
Jace was tempted to say no and wait until she was on the flight to Greece before she called Catherine again. But no, that wasn’t the thing to do at all! “Okay Steph.”
Stephanie knocked on the door of the study and she heard the request to enter.
Glancing at the four people in the room, other than her employer, they all looked up at her. Waiting presumably, for her to speak as to the reason she had interrupted them.
“Yes Stephanie?” Catherine asked, her eyes moving to the housekeeper and then back down to the notes on her desk.
“Jace is on the line. Wonders if you had a minute?” Stephanie was amazed at the change of expression, an incredible transformation from acute concentration to a happy smile.
“Jace? Well for goodness sake Stephanie, put her through.” Catherine said swiftly. Then, she looked at the four others in the room as the housekeeper left happily, to do just that.
Constance Waverly smiled at her boss and motioned for Clare and Rita to follow her, knowing immediately Catherine would want privacy.
Serena Dusterly looked at the others as they planned to depart. “You going somewhere?” she asked, puzzled at the exit plans. They were in the middle of critically important planning.
Constance gave her a quick grin and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. “No, WE are going somewhere, a coffee break perhaps.”
Dusterly looked at her in surprise and then the call connection was made and Catherine quickly picked up the receiver.
“Jace, how are you darling?” Catherine’s mind was now with her partner. The others in the room, now becoming no more than inanimate furniture scattered around the room.
“Oh I see!” Dusterly suddenly realised, as she glanced at Catherine Devonshire and the animated expression she had on her features. It was like someone flicking a switch of a light source and illuminating the darkest corners of a room.
“Yes, I think you do.” Constance chuckled, as they all filed out of the room and closed the door softly behind them.
“Catherine, how are you? Have you any news? Will Ms. Dusterly be able to help us find Lisa?” Jace quickly instantly fired the questions at her partner.
Catherine laughed at the rapid-fire questions and the way they had been delivered. “Shall we take it one at a time and the most important one first is… I love you.”
Jace caught her breath at the quiet sincere comment. She did love this woman to distraction. It was no wonder she was always moved to write poetry, for Catherine sent her senses spinning with the simplest words of love. Making them sound as if they were written only for her in the world.
“I love you with all my heart and soul Catherine. It will always be that way for the rest of my life and beyond. Nothing is ever going to stop us sharing all our tomorrows, you’re mine forever!”
Catherine gasped at the warmth and love she felt at those words, repeated by her partner.
“You know something Jace, no matter the distance that separates us I can feel you with me always. Watching over me and standing by my side. Sleeping beside me in our bed, holding you close tempted by the aroma of your perfume, and the tripping of your heartbeat I feel under my fingertips. You live inside my heart and keep my soul company for all my days.” Catherine rarely explained her feelings. She was more apt to show them to Jace. That wasn’t currently possible. She knew that words had to be the link for them at the moment and she would not let her partner down.
“Oh Catherine, when did you become so eloquent? That was beautiful and it mirrors exactly how I feel about you too darling, exactly.” Jace emphasised her words with a sigh of longing.
“The day I met you, my love. The day I met you.” Catherine said softly, as they talked about the situation. They focused on Serena Dusterly’s admissions and information, before frustration at their separation threatened to engulf them.
“When are you going to put your plan into action Catherine?” Jace asked in trepidation, there sounded like a heavy risk factor here for the participants of the plan.
“Nightfall. So in just over three hours, I guess.” Catherine answered calmly.
“What if it doesn’t work? What then?”
“It will work! We have only one chance at this and then…then I play the media option.” Catherine said, her voice filled with steel that Jace knew she only used when she wanted something so bad she would do anything to get it, anything at all!
“What is the media option Catherine?” This conversation again, was not going the way Jace planned. Jace wanted to know everything that Catherine had planned. Her woman had that rather determined streak that sometimes landed her in hot water.
Catherine realised she had said too much too early, but she couldn’t keep anything from her partner now.
“Jace, you know the media and I don’t see things in the same light, but in this instance I’m going to let them do their slanderous best. An eye for eye, a tooth for a tooth scenario.”
“Catherine, what are you talking about? Eye for an eye? Love, you are not going to let them loose on you again, are you?” Jace was agitated at her end of the line.
“No! No Jace, not me. However, if our plan does not work, I am going to make sure they get Dusterly’s version of the story. Then we will work the guilty party into a frenzy so that the walls will come crashing down around them. Fitting wouldn’t you say, if I use the very medium that forced us apart at one time, to be used to help our situation?” Catherine’s voice low and menacing.
“What if Dusterly is wrong and you bring the wrong party to the public eye? You could be in trouble. It could cost you your reputation and your fortune. Are you willing to risk it all?” Jace asked, her heart hammering in her chest threatening to burst out.
“What reputation is that Jace? I have no credence in the public image department, and my fortune… Well, they can have it all, if I am wrong. My real wealth lies with you and our family, darling. My reputation will always be safe in your hands.” Catherine’s words brought tears to Jace’s eyes, as she listened to the calmly spoken words filled with an honesty that brought with it all the love and trust Catherine had in them as a partnership.
“I guess we will always be wealthy then because we will all be here for you whatever course of action you take. Whatever that happens to be, Catherine!” Jace emphasised the last words and her partner understood exactly what was being conveyed to her.
“Jace, have you written any more poetry for me?” Catherine asked sheepishly, she wanted something other than heavy thoughts to take with her.
Jace smiled. A lone tear dropped from her eyelashes. It rolled down her cheek and it fell onto the sheet of paper placed on the desk in front of her.
“Catherine, before I do recite another poem for you, I need you to listen to some news I have. Don’t interrupt me until I’m finished, okay?”
Catherine looked at her handset in puzzlement, nodding her head. Then she realised she needed to state it in words. “Go ahead Jace, I promise not to interrupt.”
Jace related the mystery telephone call from Constantia, and her discussion with Grace. In addition, how she planned to go over and listen to the woman in light that Catherine was unable to do so herself. She then waited for the bomb to go off with her partner’s reaction to the news.
“Colin is allowing Grace to travel with you to Greece?” the words stilted, but not angry, which rather surprised Jace.
Jace heaved a sigh of relief this was slightly better than she expected.
“Yeah, he was quite accommodating according to Grace.” Jace replied quickly.
“I see, and what about the children?” Again her tone was remote, but it still didn’t impart any anger.
“Jake is upset. Naturally, he doesn’t want me to leave, but I dare not take them with me Catherine. They are safer here with Colin, my Mom, Faith, and Judy to look after them both. Not to mention the security here, which Colin has increased once again.” Jace said, a catch in her breath, as she recalled the boy crying openly for the first time. In some ways she felt it helped him, but in others, she knew it was another pain he was bearing alone.
“Yes, they are safer at home. Just as you and Grace are!” Catherine pronounced softly. Jace had difficulty catching the words, but the meaning was evident. Catherine didn’t want her to go, but she couldn’t ask her to stay either, in the circumstances.
“I know, darling. I know. If I help clear up your Aunt’s problem and you bring Lisa home soon, we can get back to planning that long awaited family holiday. What do you say?” Jace knew she was being flippant. Knowing how morose Catherine could become with certain problems, especially ones concerning her, then it was for the best.
“I don’t need to plan that, I know where I’m taking you and our THREE children.” Catherine’s voice strong and determined.
Jace chuckled at her tone, ‘Ever in control, huh Catherine?’ “Well, I look forward to that my darling and let’s make it soon.”
Catherine was upset deep down that Jace was putting herself in danger. Perhaps it wasn’t going to be as bad as it seemed, there was Kelsey and Thompson to aid her. Yes, they could be Jace and Grace’s protection.
“James Thompson and Detective Kelsey are on Xianspiros. So may be Hudson, Jace. So, please contact them as soon as you step on the Island. It will not be much by way of protection, but it might allude you a measure of it. I need you to promise me on this Jace or I will worry even more than I’m going to do already.” Catherine gave a heavy sigh to accompany the plea to her partner.
“I promise you Catherine as soon as I set foot on the Island, I will contact James and the detective. Now, you wanted something from me right?” Jace asked with a soft drawl to her voice that made Catherine take in a sharp breath at the feeling behind the words.
“Want something from you Jace? My god, I can think of many things I want from you right now, believe me darling.” Catherine rasped out. If only they didn’t have thousands of miles separating them.
Jace laughed softly into the mouthpiece, she could hear the frustrated breathing of her partner and it was not one-sided either. “Poetry, Catherine. I believe you wanted a poem.”
“Oh right, yes that’s right Jace… a poem. How could I have forgotten?”
“I wrote this last night. As always, everything is written with you in mind, my love.” Jace whispered, as she recited the poem to her partner.
A silence proceeded the rendition. Neither woman had words to express what they felt. Knowing only that the words Jace had written gave a true description of their feelings.
“Do you know how much I love you Jace?” Catherine finally managed to croak out, her voice filled with emotion. Did her partner know what effect the simplest words had on her?
“Yes I do, Catherine Warriorson. I know that all your love is mine today and all the tomorrows of our lives.” Jace whispered. She knew that Catherine was going to lose some of her control if they didn’t finish the conversation now, as much as she was loath to do so.
“Absolutely right, Jace. My friend, my lover, my wife, the mother of my children, my partner for all time.” Quietly spoken words that completed the picture for them.
“Your soulmate, Catherine, as you are mine.” Jace replied and rested her head on her hand as she looked at the picture of her partner, recalling some of her expressions at this time, bringing a tender smile to her face.
“Soulmate Jace, oh, count on that! Our love knows no bounds.”
“Catherine, will you please be careful for me?” Jace asked softly and waited patiently for the slow reply.
Catherine mulled it over and smiled, “Yes, I will Jace. As long as you promise the same.”
“Everytime lover, everytime. I love you!” Jace spoke thickly, her emotions now surfacing and threatening to engulf her.
“I love you, Jace Warriorson, and I’ll be home soon with our daughter. Trust me.” Catherine replied. Her body was now moving up a gear in reaction to her partner. She wanted desperately to have all this behind her and be back at the ranch with her favourite blonde resting her head on her lap. The picture was so acute in her mind she could almost reach out and touch it.
“I have never trusted anyone so much in my life, you are my life.” Jace whispered, as another tear coursed down her cheek.
“As you are mine, Jace. You have all my tomorrows, remember?” Catherine smiled. Jace was crying, that was her woman’s way, but a very endearing trait in her partner, although irritating in the extreme, with others.
“I remember, and I’m going to hold you to them, as well.” Jace didn’t want the connection to end, wanting to keep the line open indefinitely. This was the vital link to the only person who made her whole.
“That’s my girl. Call me as soon as you arrive in Xianspiros Jace, no matter the hour.”
“I will, I love you. Take care of yourself, please?” Jace pleaded.
“Love you too, and I will, but do the same for me. And Jace?” Catherine asked in a serious tone.
“What darling?”
“Will you explain to Jake that I love him and miss him, Elena too. Kiss my youngest daughter and tell her I’m coming home soon to play.” Catherine wanted nothing more than to do that herself as her speech thickened with emotion.
“I will. Talk to you soon, my love.” Jace replied gently. Her stoic dark partner needed to know that the love would always be there, no matter the adversity.
“Yes, we will talk soon Jace. Safe journey.” Catherine ended her connection abruptly or they never would. It was so hard to withdraw.
Jace heard the disconnection signal and smiled as she replaced the receiver. For if Catherine hadn’t ended the call, they never would. It was a connection they never wanted to separate ever!
Continued in Part 4
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