Brides and Grooms Box Set: Marriage Wanted\Bride Wanted\Groom Wanted (38 page)

“Kite…as in a flying-in-the-wind kite?”

He nodded enthusiastically.

“Alek,” she said, studying him, “Are you taking me to the ocean?”

“Yes, my love, the ocean. And,” he added, “we’re leaving our cell phones and BlackBerries behind.”

Julia had no problem with that directive.

Within fifteen minutes they were on their way. Anna’s basket was tucked away in the backseat, along with an extra set of clothes for each of them, several beach towels, a blanket—and no fewer than five different kites, all of which Alek had bought while he was out.

He drove to Ocean Shores. The sun shone brightly and the surf pounded the sand with a roar that echoed toward them. The scent of salt stung the air. Sea gulls soared overhead, looking for an opportune meal. There were plenty of people, but this was nothing like the crowded beaches along the Oregon and California coasts.

Alek parked the car and found them an ideal spot to spread out their blanket and bask in the sunshine. Julia removed her shoes and ran barefoot in the warm sand, chasing after him.

“This is
perfect,
” she cried, throwing out her arms. “I love it.”

Alek returned to the car for their picnic basket and the kites and joined her on the blanket. He looked more relaxed than she could ever remember seeing him. He sank down beside her and stretched out with a contented sigh.

The wind buffeted them and a minute later, Alek moved, positioning himself behind her. He wrapped his arms around her and inhaled slowly, drawing the salty air into his lungs. Julia did the same, breathing in the fresh clean scent of the sea.

“It’s so peaceful here,” she murmured. There were a number of activities going on around them, including horseback riding, kite flying, a football-throwing contest, even a couple of volleyball games, but none of those distracted her from the serenity she experienced.

“I thought you’d feel this way.” He kissed the side of her neck.

Julia relaxed against his strength, letting him absorb her weight.

“My mother often brought Anna and me to the Black Sea after our father was killed.”

Julia knew shockingly little about her husband’s life before he came to the United States. “How old were you when he died?”

“Ten. Anna was seven. It was 1986.”

“How did he die?”

It seemed an eternity passed before Alek spoke, and when he did his voice was low. “He was murdered. I don’t think we will ever know the real reason. They came, the soldiers, in the middle of the night. We were
all asleep. I woke to my mother’s screams but by the time I got past the soldier guarding the door, my father was already dead.”

“Oh, Alek.” Julia’s throat tightened with the effort to hold back tears.

“We learned from someone who risked his life to tell us that the KGB suspected my father of some illegal activity—we never heard the details. It made no sense to us since my father was a loyal Communist. Like me, he worked as a chemist.”

“Oh, Alek. How terrible for all of you.”

“Yes,” he agreed, “and it nearly destroyed my mother. If it hadn’t been for Anna and me, I believe my mother would have died, too. Not at the soldiers’ hands, but from grief.”

“What happened afterward?”

“My mother had to support us. Both Anna and I did everything we could to help, but it was difficult. Because I was a good student, I was given the opportunity to attend university. It was there that I met my first Americans. I couldn’t believe the freedom and prosperity those students told me about. I’ve always been good with languages—Anna, too. Soon afterward, I started learning English. After I met Jerry, he sent me books and CDs. He was my link to America.”

“Were you surprised when he asked you to come and work for Conrad Industries?”

“Yes.”

“Did Jerry ever tell you about his beautiful younger sister?” Julia prodded.

“In passing.”

“Were you curious about me?”

“No.”

She poked him in the ribs and was rewarded with a mock cry of pain.

“I’m more curious now,” he said, laughing.

“Good.”

His hand edged beneath her blouse.

“Alek!”

“I’m just wondering how fast I can make you want me.”

“Fast enough. Now, stop. We’re on a public beach.”

He sighed as though her words had wounded him. “Maybe we should get a hotel room.”

“We could have done that in Seattle. Since we’re at the beach and the day is gorgeous, let’s enjoy ourselves.”

“Julia,” Alek said sternly, “trust me, we would enjoy ourselves in a hotel room, too.”

Smiling, she leaned back her head to look at him. “No one told me you were a sex fiend.”

“You do this to me, Julia, only you.”

“I promise I’ll satisfy your, uh, carnal appetite,” she assured him with a grin. “And I’m a woman of my word.”

“I must not be so selfish,” Alek said, and the teasing quality was gone from his voice. “I didn’t bring you here to make love, I brought you here to heal. After my father was killed, my mother made weekly trips to the beach with Anna and me. It was a time of solace for us, and it helped us heal. I hoped it would help you, too.”

“It does,” Julia said, looking out at the pounding surf.

“You must forgive my greed for you.”

“Only if you forgive my greed for you.” The love-
making was so new, they were eager to learn everything they could about each other, eager to give and to receive. Julia didn’t fool herself into believing this kind of desire could continue. If it did, they might both die of sheer exhaustion.

“I want you to relax in my arms,” Alek said, “and close your eyes.” He waited a moment. “Are they closed?”

She nodded. The sounds that came at her were intense. The ocean as it slapped against the shore, the cry of the birds and the roar of scooters as they shot past her, kicking up the sand. The smells, carried on the wind, were pungent.

“Now open your eyes.”

Julia obeyed and was overwhelmed by the richness of the colors around her. The sky was blue with huge puffy clouds. The water was a sparkling green that left a thin, white, frothy trail on the sand. Every color was vibrant, every detail. Julia’s breath caught in her throat at the beauty before her.

“Oh, Alek, it’s so lovely.”

“My mother did that with Anna and me, but I think she was doing it for herself, too. She wanted us to see that life could be good, if we looked around at the world instead of within ourselves.”

Julia knew that was what she’d been doing these past few years, looking at the darkness and the shortcomings within herself. Under such intense scrutiny, her faults had seemed glaring. It was little wonder that she’d been so miserable.

“Alek,” she said, with her discovery, “thank you, thank you so much.”

They kissed, and it was as if his love was absolution for all that had gone before and all that would come later. She turned in his embrace and slipped her arms around his neck. When they’d finished kissing, they simply held each other.

* * *

Alek knew his relationship with Julia had changed that afternoon by the ocean. Things between them were different now. More open, more trusting. They’d had fun, too—childish, uncomplicated fun—something neither of them had done in years. They’d flown kites, run through the surf, eaten Anna’s sandwiches and cookies, feeding each other bites.

Sunday evening, the day after their venture to the beach, Alek needed to run down to the lab. When he told Julia, she offered to go with him, as if even an hour apart was more than she could bear.

Her willingness had taken him by surprise.

“You’re sure?” he asked.

“Of course. It’ll do me good to get out.”

They listened to classical music on the way across town. Security had been increased at the plant, with extra guards posted; Alek gave them a friendly nod. Julia went with him into his office. He found the notes he needed and brought them home.

“Would you like some coffee?” she asked once they’d returned.

“Please.” Her desire to indulge him with small pleasures was something of a surprise, too, a pleasant one.

While he read over his calculations, Julia was content to sit at his side, absorbed in a novel. He couldn’t remember a time when she’d voluntarily sat still. Her
body always seemed to be filled with nervous energy. That was gone from her now and in its place had come a restfulness.

“I’m not looking forward to work in the morning,” she said when Alek was finished. Leaning against him, she stretched her legs out along the sofa and heaved a giant sigh. “These past few days have been so wonderful. I don’t feel ready to deal with the office again.”

“Will you always work, Julia?”

“I…don’t know. I hadn’t thought about it. I suppose I will until after the children are born at any rate, but even then I’ll still be involved in the management of the company.”

“Then you wouldn’t mind if we had a family.”

“No, of course I wouldn’t mind. Did you think I would?”

“I wasn’t sure.”

“Then rest assured, Mr. Berinski, I want your children.”

Alek felt his heart expand with eagerness. “So you’d like a family,” he said. “Could we work on this project soon?”

“How soon?” she whispered.

He fiddled with the buttons of her shirt. “Now,” he said, aware of the husky sound of his voice.

Julia sighed that womanly sigh he’d come to recognize as a signal of her eagerness for him. “I think we might be able to arrange that.”

“Julia, my love,” Alek said with a groan, “I’m afraid I’ll never get enough of you. What have you done to me? Are you a witch who’s cast some spell over me?”

Julia laughed. “If anyone’s cast a spell over anyone,
it’s you over me. I’m lonely without you. If we can’t be together, I feel lost and empty. I never thought I could love again, certainly not like this, and you’ve shown me the way.”

“Julia.” He rasped her name and, folding her over his arm, bent forward to cover her soft reaching mouth with his. The kiss revealed their need for each other. He heard Julia’s book fall off the sofa and hit the floor, but neither cared. His hands were busy with her shirt and once it was open, she twisted around to face him.

“I vote for the bed this time.”

“The bed,” he said mockingly. “Where’s your sense of adventure?”

Julia laughed softly. “It was used up in the bathtub this morning. Did you know it took me twenty minutes to clean the water off the floor?”

He carried her into their bedroom, kissing her all the while.

* * *

Afterward, they lay on the bed. Julia was sprawled across him. Every now and then she kissed him, or he kissed her. Alek had never known such contentment in his life. It frightened him. Happiness had always been fleeting, and he wasn’t sure he could trust what he’d found with Julia. His hold on her tightened and he closed his eyes and discovered he couldn’t imagine what his life would be like without her now. Bleak and empty, he decided.

When Jerry had first suggested this marriage, Alek had set his terms. He wasn’t a believer in the staying power of love. It had always seemed temporary to him, ephemeral, and it came at the expense of everything
else. Alek couldn’t claim he’d never been in love before. There’d been a handful of brief relationships over the years, but each time he’d grown bored and restless. He was a disappointment to his mother, who was hoping he and Anna would provide her with grandchildren to spoil.

How perceptive his sister was to realize he hadn’t loved Julia in the beginning. He hadn’t expected to ever truly love her. He’d offered her his loyalty and his devotion, but had held his heart in reserve. She had it now, though, in her palm. His heart. His very life.

* * *

Julia lay across her husband’s body and sighed deeply, completely and utterly content. She’d never known a time like this with a man. A time of peace and discovery. His talk of children had unleashed long-buried dreams.

They hadn’t bothered to use protection. Not even once. They each seemed to pretend it didn’t matter, that what would be would be.

Pregnant.

She said the word in her mind as though it was foreign to her, and in many ways it was. A few weeks ago she would’ve sworn it was impossible; after all, she didn’t intend to sleep with her husband.
That
had certainly changed, and now, thoughts of a family filled her mind and her heart. Perhaps it was because she’d so recently lost Ruth and because one of the last things her grandmother had said was about children “waiting to be born.”

After so many years of pain, Julia hardly knew how to deal with happiness. In some ways she was afraid to
trust that it would last. She’d been happy with Roger—and then everything had blown up in her face. The crushing pain of his deception would never leave her, but she’d lost the desire to punish him. Conrad Industries’ success would be revenge enough. There might not have been sufficient evidence to charge him, but people in the business suspected him. They talked. That meant he wasn’t likely to be hired by any other company once he left Ideal Paints—or they fired him. After what had happened, no one else would trust him. Without realizing what he was doing, he’d painted himself in a corner. She smiled at her own pun.

“Something amuses you?” Alek asked, apparently having felt her smile.

“Yes…and no.”

“That sounds rather vague to me.”

“Rest,” she urged.

“Why?” he challenged. “Do you have something…physical in mind?”

Julia grinned again. “If I don’t, I’m sure you do. Now hush, I’m trying to sleep.”

“Then I suggest you stop making those little movements.”

Julia hadn’t been conscious of moving. “Sorry.”

He clamped his hands on her hips. “Don’t be. I’m not.”

Julia resumed her daydream. A baby would turn her world upside down. She’d never been very domestic. If her child-rearing skills were on the level of her cooking skills, then she—

“Now you’re frowning.” Alek murmured. “What’s wrong?”

“I…I was just thinking I might not be a very good mother. I don’t know anything about babies. I might really botch this.”

He took her head between his hands and brought her mouth to his. “You’re going to be a wonderful mother. We’ll learn about this together when the time comes. Agreed?”