Page 167 of The Legend
“Could yoube any more adorable?” I kissed the top of her wet hair and then pulled her againstmy chest.
“Thatdoesn’t hurt?”
“No honey,I’m fine.” I was sore a lot more than usual these days but all in all I hadpretty much made a full recovery from the accident less than six months ago. Ifelt good about that.
“How wasdinner with Emma?”
“Good,” Ichuckled remembering Sway warning me to not kill Emma when we left. “We talkeda lot about that summer.”
“When weleft home?”
“Yeah,”
Swayexhaled contently. “I can still remember some of those shitty motels we stayedin and sleeping in the back of your truck just to make it to the next track.”
“It’s hardto believe all that led us to here.”
To methough, it wasn’t hard to believe. I think our whole lives led us in the exactdirection they were meant to go.
Twisting inmy arms, Sway quirked an eyebrow at me, “Is that ice cream for me?”
Kissingalong her neck I responded in a low voice I knew would give her goose bumps.“Maybe.”
Soon wehad the entire pint gone, still sitting in the tub when she asked. “Will yousing to me?”
“What doyou want me to sing?”
Sheshrugged carelessly. “Anything, I love to hear you sing and it’s been a while.”
“All right...” Clearing my throat, I asked. “Slow song?”
“Mmmm...Surpriseme.”
I leaneddown so my lips were at her ear and began to sing.
“Youare my world…”I let myvoice drawl out the way she liked and felt her lean further into my embrace.Her head tipped to give me better access to her neck I placed a soft kiss.
“If youweren’t so good at racing...I’d tellyou to become a singer.”
“Well I amretiring...”
Swaylaughed, her body shaking in my arms distracted us. “No, I’m not sharing youwith rock star groupies too.” She turned in my arms to straddle me in the tub.“Pit lizards are enough.”
The flamesdanced across her wet skin tempting me even more. She knew when my eyes methers what I wanted.
She seemedto want to the same thing. We ended up in our bed not more than two minuteslater.
Thatnight, Sway seemed different and had seemed different since the accident. Hergazes lasted longer and her touches seemed to linger. She told me she loved memore and more and late at night, I’d find her staring at me as though she wastrying to memorize my every feature and every freckle.
To behonest, I found myself doing the same thing. When you lose something, you findyourself clinging to what you still have. It’s a shame that it takes a loss toremind you of what you have.
“I loveyou.” I panted against her shoulder rolling us over so I was on top of her.
“Oh god,”she moaned, her body clenched around me. I took pride in knowing I could stillsatisfy my wife after twenty years of marriage. “I love you too.” She repeatedbefore her mouth found mine.
I’d nevergrow tired of those three words from her.Ever.
The nextmorning, Sway was making breakfast before we needed to leave for Pocono thatafternoon when I was standing at the back French doors looking at the pool. Ofcourse, I was thinking of racing and our test session there a few weeks back. Iknew with the right set-up we could gain some speed. As it was, the lap timeswere mid-pack from last year’s run meaning we needed to gain a few secondssomewhere if I wanted a top five car.
