Chapters (44)
- Part I: Marking Time
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Part II: Forward March
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Part III: Column
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Part IV: About Face
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Part V: Parade Rest
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Epilogue
He came back with her guitar. “Let’s go light a fire in my room.”
“Bring that.” She nodded to the guitar. “Part of that gift I mentioned.”
“I’m intrigued,” he said with a smile as he held out a hand to her.
Kate loved Reid’s bedroom. He’d knocked out a wall to make two bedrooms into one large room. The walls were painted a rich chocolate brown that matched the leather furniture arranged in front of the fire. His laptop and briefcase sat on a small desk where he sometimes worked at night. His bed was on the other side of the room, which was connected to a master bathroom.
He took off his suit coat and tie, released his top button, and rolled up his sleeves. After he lit the fire, he joined her on the sofa.
“Are you ready for your gift?”
“I’m dying of curiosity.”
“Well, it’s nothing spectacular, so don’t get too excited. I wanted to get you something special, but since you already have an airplane, I thought, what else can I get the man who has everything?”
“I only have everything now that I have you,” he said, drawing her into a kiss.
She put her hands on his chest in a halfhearted attempt to push him away. “You’re making me lose my train of thought.”
“Sorry.”
“So, anyway,” she said with a stern look that made him laugh, “I thought of the one thing I could give you that you couldn’t get anywhere else. This is where the guitar comes in. I wrote a song for you.”
His face lit up with surprise and delight. “You did?”
She nodded, tuning her guitar and taking a deep calming breath. “I think this is the first time I’ve ever been nervous about singing.”
“You’ve never had a more appreciative audience. Ever.”
His smile of encouragement put her at ease. “Here goes.” She launched into a complicated guitar intro that had his eyes widening with amazement.
I thought I knew
what love was,
but then there was you…
I thought I knew
how it would be,
but now I see,
And now it’s true…
I didn’t know
until there was you…
Until there was you…
Until there was you…
I thought I knew
And now it’s true…
I thought I knew
what peace was,
then there was you…
I thought I knew
what dreams were,
then there was you…
I thought I knew
how it would be,
but now I see…
I thought I knew
what love was,
but then there was you
Then there was you…
She played the final notes of the song and propped her guitar against the sofa.
“Kate,” he said, his voice heavy with emotion as he brought her into his arms. “That was the most amazing gift anyone has ever given me.”
“Anytime you hear me sing that song, I’ll be singing it for you.”