something back.”
“That would mean that I took something from you, which I didn’t because I don’t know you. Do I?”
Click…
“Stop taking—” Rudy mumbled, but the chick wouldn’t give it up.
As Rudy dropped back in the snow, completely defeated, a curious memory drifted into his consciousness. A memory he thought he had successfully tucked away forever.
“Stop taking my picture,” Rudy chided.
“I want to remember this when you’re rich and famous,” Cate said as she snapped several pictures of Rudy’s face. They leaned up against the far wall in the back of his father’s closed restaurant, teasing each other with kisses and laughter as a snowstorm howled right outside their door.
“You make me crazy,” he said right before he kissed her gently on her full, wet lips.
“We came here for food,” she taunted. “You told me that your dad left us a couple sandwiches.”
“You are my food,” he whispered between playful kisses.
She snapped another picture.
“I’m the one who’s hungry. Not you. You ate like a pig today,” she told him.
“I’m hungry for you,” he said, not believing the words that came tripping out of his own mouth. All he knew at that exact moment was that he wanted her, right then, right there, and nothing could stop him. Her hair smelled like the rain, her skin tasted as sweet as sugar and her full breasts were softer than he had ever imagined. He had unbuttoned her sweater, and slipped her camisole off one shoulder to reveal her breast and now he couldn’t keep his hands or his mouth away from her body.
“I thought you were in so much pain you couldn’t move,” she told him.
“I was, until you gave me that back and shoulder massage. I thought I wouldn’t be able to ski again for the rest of the season. Then you came along. Did anybody ever tell you that you have the magic touch?”
“You’re the first,” she said, smiling.
“We should get married,” he said after a deep kiss that sent a thrill through his entire body. He could feel her heat as she pressed up against him, leg twisted around his, arms surrounding his neck, his shirt undone so he could feel her breasts tickling his chest.
She pushed him back. “Are you asking me to marry you?”
He looked into her glistening brown eyes, saw that loving look on her sweet young face and answered a resounding, “Sure. Marry me, Cate Falco. Be mine forever. I’ll give you all the gold and diamonds in the world.”
“I don’t want all the gold and diamonds in the world. A single strand of white gold and diamonds would do just fine. But we’ve only been dating for three months.”
“Since when did dating-time have anything to do with marriage?”
“I don’t know. Isn’t it a rule or something? Aren’t we supposed to get to really know each other first? I mean, we haven’t even spent a whole night together, or had one decent argument. Aren’t those the two main ingredients of happy marriages?”
“So that’s it…sex and arguments? That’s what makes a happy marriage?”
“I think so, and maybe a few thousand other things, but you obviously don’t have time for the list. At least we should know…”
He kissed her again, then pulled back to continue on his quest.
“What’s to know? You’re the girl with the magical touch, and I’m the guy who needs a little magic in his life. Sounds like the perfect match to me.”
“You’re the one who’s crazy. You know that?”
“You could be right, but let’s get married, anyway.”
She stared into his eyes as if she were searching for the right answer, then pulled him in tight and rested her head on his shoulder.
He hugged her even tighter, hoping for the right answer.
“So,” she whispered.
He waited while she tickled his ear with her tongue, sending shivers right through him. He pulled his head away and looked at her, hoping, praying even, for a yes.
“So?”
Cate beamed with a smile that lit up her whole face. “So, yes. Of course I’ll marry you. How could I not?”
He picked her up and twirled her around shouting, “Yes. Yes. Yes,” as she snapped another picture of his smiling face.
“Yes, Cate, yes,” he said out loud.
Two burly men from a rescue team picked Rudy up from the snow. “That’s some dream you’re having, Mr. Bellafini. But you need to relax now. You’re going to be fine.”
“Sure,” Rudy said. “Relax. Like it’s easy with your foot pointing in the wrong direction. Look at that. You should be on this stretcher, dude, trying to relax.”
A woman from the same team, with black satin hair and pure brown eyes, a Latin angel, told him to breathe normally through the tubes poking into his nostrils. Rudy smiled and shut up long enough to finally lose all consciousness.
1
“IT’S NOT YOU . It’s me,” Cate Falco said while sitting across from Joey Delano in the trendy dinner house on Michigan Avenue in Chicago. She watched as he tried to cut his rare steak with a blue cast wrapped around two of his fingers and halfway up his right arm.
“Come on. That’s such a line,” he said trying to get a grip on the knife.
“I know, but it’s true. It really is me.”
He put his flatware down and looked at her. “You’re breaking up with me?”
“Yes,” she answered in a cool, calm voice.
“But why? I thought we had a good thing going.”
She thought this would go easier, but he looked seriously confused. “I’m thinking that since you met me, you’ve broken two fingers, fallen down a flight of stairs, got stuck in an elevator for five hours, sprained your wrist and got hit in the balls with some kid’s baseball. I can’t date you anymore. I’m a hazard to your health.”
Cate sat back in her chair, getting a little weepy-eyed. She really liked this guy. He was funny, cute and got her weird sense of humor, but she just couldn’t let it go on any longer.
“But they were all accidents. You weren’t even there.”
“I know, but believe me, this is for your own good.”
“I don’t get it.”
“You know how everybody in Chicago believes
