Nashville SEAL: Jameson: Nashville SEALs (38 page)

L
izzie’s plans that
evening were to slip into the audience unnoticed, since she hadn’t thought out meeting Jameson again so publicly. They’d dressed at Kendra’s house, the girls playing in the background. Her friend took a look at her red dress and she whistled. “That’s a statement all right. You sure you know what you’re doing, Lizzie?”

“No,” she laughed. Her heart was light. Some of the heaviness had dissipated as the anticipation of seeing Jameson ‘made her think funny’ as Kendra so often described when seeing a handsome man. She told herself it was to see him play one more time, since he was, in all likelihood, not going to become a Nashville star as he’d originally wanted. He’d chosen a career in the Navy, instead.

Many of her friends who knew him were all abuzz with his plans to become a SEAL. And this was his first time back. He’d begged off interviews, which were frowned upon by the Navy, and even Thomas said he couldn’t get ahold of him. Lizzie still had his number in her phone, but never dared to call it, figuring he’d moved on, like she’d tried to.

The two girls were playing dress up again, something they did every time they were together. Lizzie knew that when the two became teenagers, their hangouts and shopping sprees would be legendary.

Their babysitter arrived, dropped off by her mother. Kendra waved to Mrs. Gunther just before the woman drove off.

“Mrs. Johnson, I need to ask you something,” Cissy said, as she set down a pile of textbooks.

“Sure. What?”

“After the girls are down, would it be okay if a couple of friends of mine come over? We have some studying we need to do for our World History class. They are both straight-A students. No drinking or anything you wouldn’t like. And we’ll be quiet, just studying.”

Kendra looked at Lizzie, who wasn’t thrilled with the idea, but gave her consent. As an afterthought, she asked, “These are girls, right? Not boys.”

“Well, actually, one is a boy, and one is his sister. Very quiet, respectful students. They’re exchange students at our school.”

That seemed to satisfy Kendra. “You okay with this?” she asked Lizzie.

“I’m not sure. Absolutely no drinking, no smoking, right? And only after the girls are down,” Lizzie instructed.

“Yes, ma’am,” she answered respectfully.

“You know these two well?” Kendra asked.

Cissy smiled, closing her eyes to emphasize her complete agreement. “Yes. Absolutely. They are like family to me.”

Lizzie kissed Charlotte good-bye and told her to mind the babysitter, and while the toddlers were distracted with something else, the two of them slipped out of the house.

After arriving at the club, Lizzie hiked up her bra and adjusted her front so nothing intimate was showing.

“I’d give anything to be able to show off a rack like that,” said Kendra. “Even breastfeeding, I didn’t have tits like that.”

“And I nearly drowned Charlotte on milk several times,” Lizzie laughed. “I’m sure your talents lie elsewhere.”

Kendra shook her head and took the lead, opening the club door where the sounds of a crowd and live guitar-playing filtered out into the night air. “I sure hope so.” Her friend pointed to the room with her thumb. “Here I thought I was going to have to put in my ear plugs and look like an old unmarried spinster sister.”

Lizzie drew her back into the parking lot and touched her forearm. “Hey, it’s gonna happen for you. I mean, not in a place like this, but you’ll meet someone special who will make the long wait worthwhile. That’s what I’m counting on.”

It was what she told herself every day, but standing here, on the edges of the world Jameson inhabited, her heart beating like a kettledrum, she wasn’t so sure. Her choice of the red dress belied the whole theory that she just wanted to blend in to the crowd, watch him sing, and then close the cover on that painful book forever.

Kendra sucked in her gut, gulped down a deep breath, and pulled back the door again. “Okay, let’s do this.”

“Let’s!” Lizzie shouted behind her.

He’d already begun the set, his long lanky form perched on the grey metal stool. He looked fitter than she’d remembered him, and she had no complaints before. His husky voice resonated in her chest just as if he’d been whispering to her. The rest of the room faded away as he glanced up and saw her.

He didn’t avert his gaze to keep from getting snagged by whatever non-verbal message she might have wanted to dish out. He perused her dress, licked his lips that had turned slightly up on the right, and gave her a half-smile. She felt the warmth of his eyes from clear across the room.

He spoke something about singing the same words again, which she didn’t understand, until his intense gaze hooked her heart and she heard words that had been written for her. She was sure of it. He sang without hesitation, pouring himself out to her just as if they were alone.

She felt the hot tears; the months of stuffing down her emotions, hopes, and dreams; and telling herself she was coping better each day, that she was nearly over him and soon he’d be a distant memory, just faded away. Her raw feelings for the man made her chest pound, her shallow breathing barely giving her enough energy to stand.

She wiped her face and continued to study him through watery eyes. Kendra pulled on her arm, motioning for them to sit down, and she followed along, grateful for her leadership. His warm gaze covered every movement as they sat. He continued to pour on the lovely words, making sure she understood how he felt about her, spearing her heart and leaving her quivering. Kendra leaned into her, and she brushed her off.

“I’m fine. I just never knew he could sing like that,” she said, which didn’t satisfy her friend one bit.

Jameson strummed the last chord, graciously nodding to the crowd, his quick glances to her raising her expectations and shattering any hope she had left of moving on and being able to forget him. It wasn’t that he was a performer and he was good. It was his words and how he sang them to her. He had shown a whole room of people what was in his heart. Maybe it was unwise to dare to hope he wanted something more permanent, something she’d not allowed herself to dream or feel any longer. Could it be?

“Okay, ladies and gentlemen. There’s something I gotta do right now. So, if he’s willing, I’m gonna ask Thomas to come up here for a second and relieve me.”

Thomas gave her a pat on the back, clearing his throat as he walked past her, and made his way up to the stage. The two men discussed something privately, and Jameson handed a folded piece of paper to him.

She saw that Thomas tried to push the paper back into Jameson’s chest, but he was unsuccessful. Jameson gave a salute and handed Thomas his guitar, then her tall drink of water jumped down off the stage and headed right for her.

Chairs moved out of the way as the audience remained in hushed silence, candles flickering on the tables like stars in a clear winter sky.

Thomas began his introduction from the stage. “Jameson wrote this song as well, but he made the mistake of asking me what I thought about it, and so I made some changes. He learned his lesson with this last one.” Thomas watched Jameson continue on his straight trajectory.

As he stood before her, Jameson took Lizzie’s hand and pulled her to standing position, their bodies barely touching. With hands framing her face, angling her backward, he whispered, “You don’t know how many nights I dreamed about doing this. Forgive me, but I just can’t help myself.”

She was going to say something, at least give her consent, but he bent over farther and covered her mouth with his.

Her senses were flooded with the currents of pleasure winding around her neck, down her spine, and between her legs as he gently suckled her mouth, being careful as if she was a China doll. She inhaled and stepped to him as their kiss deepened. She placed her palm over his heart and felt how fast it was beating. Her arms slipped up his back as their tongues mated.

Thomas was trying to steal the crowd’s attention, but many had stood up and begun clapping.

“Well, that’s fine; yes, let’s give them a round of applause. Jameson and his Lizzie. I think they’re gonna be a little busy tonight, but I could be wrong.”

Women in the audience were also crying. Couples hugged one another and kissed. When their kiss was over, Lizzie knew her cheeks were flushed, and it was only then that her self-consciousness rose to embarrassment—kissing him so deeply and intimately in front of so many people she didn’t know. But Jameson was there, standing tall and looking as handsome as she’d ever seen him, clear-eyed and proud, focused and fully accepting.

It was a different Jameson she kissed. He went away to the Navy a raw young man with raging hormones and an ego the size of the State of Tennessee; and came back as a man who could love, show his love, and who had obviously chosen her. For the first time since she’d met him, she believed that he loved her back as intensely as she had always loved him.

“Okay, folks,” Thomas began after another round of applause had erupted. “Show’s over, at least that show. Now I got something special for you, but you’re gonna have to forgive me because I’m not well-practiced on this song.”

The audience laughed, and those that had been standing seated themselves.

Thomas picked his way through a whole stanza, giving the audience a preview of what was to come. The folded piece of paper fell to the floor as he began singing. Jameson held her in a slow dance pose and rocked her from side to side.

On a Sunday afternoon when I was feeling kinda low.

I thought I’d pay a visit to a girl I used to know.

Lizzie swayed and turned as they began a slow dance. She was having a hard time following the words, her heart was beating so loudly. She also heard Jameson humming the tune, smiling down at her.

When I stepped up on her front porch and knocked upon her door,

I was greeted by an angel’s face I was sure I’d seen before.

She’s got my eyes,

She darted a quick look to Jameson’s face and watched him softly sing the words while he swung her around to the rear of the club over by the bar.

I knew in my first glance that she was mine.

I never felt so happy,

’Cause a little girl with pigtails had my eyes.

In a darkened corner, he kissed her again. “I was a complete idiot, Lizzie. I want us to be a family. I never should have left you the first time.”

Her head was swimming. The attention from the crowd and the heat between her and Jameson made her wonder if she might pass out. She couldn’t speak. She pressed her palms to his chest, fingering the intricate beading on his shirt as if her life’s story were recorded in the beads, smoothing over the hand-stitched work of art. Her head was trying to focus. Her mouth opened and closed, but still words would not come. His arms encircled her and pressed her close while he rocked from side to side.

Jameson nodded to Thomas on stage, who continued with the song and even managed to give him back a thumbs-up.

Jameson’s chest grew large with the breath he inhaled. “Marry me, Lizzie.”

Was she hearing this? Was this really happening? She closed her eyes and felt his warm cheek against hers as he whispered in her ear. “Help me to be Charlotte’s daddy. Help me to be the man I want to be.”

“Jameson—I just—”

“I gotta know, Lizzie. Do you love me?”

“Of course I love you. But all this—”

“You started it, sweetheart, by walking back into my life. You had no right doing that. You gave me the chance to be the man I was meant to be.”

“But you just joined the Navy. You’re going to be deployed.”

“What? You think deployed men don’t have wives and children? You think no one waits for them at home?”

“No. I didn’t mean that—”

“I’m a different person, Lizzie. I grew up, became a man at last. And a man takes responsibility for his actions.” He held her face again, kissing her softly on the lips. “A real man knows how to love a woman, can love a woman more than he loves life itself, Lizzie. You are that woman for me. And I promise I’ll always come back to you.”

She buried her face in his chest, just as Thomas received the well-deserved applause for the performance of his lifetime.

Jameson ushered her back to the table she’d shared with Kendra. As he climbed the stage, she took the hand of her friend and sighed.

“Unbelievable. I was totally not expecting this.”

Kendra leaned back in her chair as Jameson began to play with the band’s accompaniment. Thomas remained with him on stage.

Lizzie watched her friend shake her head. “I can’t say it was unexpected. I mean, what did you think was going to happen when you wore that red dress? Poor Jameson didn’t have a chance, Lizzie.”

They agreed that Lizzie would stay for Jameson’s second show and Kendra would go home to relieve the babysitter.

“Are you happy, Lizzie?”

“Yes.”

“Well, tell your face. You look like you stepped in front of a huge semi.”

“It’s just so fast.”

Kendra folded her arms over each other. “Really? You honestly can’t tell me you ever stopped loving him. And it has nothing to do with Charlotte, either. You’ve loved him for over three years.”

“You’re right,” Lizzie admitted. “Thanks, Kendra. I’ll stop by in the morning, and if you’re game, we’ll all go out to breakfast.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep. I don’t work tomorrow, so you go have a good time. The girls and I will be fine.” She leaned over and kissed her cheek. “Love you, sweetie.”

“Love you, too, Kendra. Thanks.”

Lizzie wanted to
go back to Jameson’s dressing room at the break, but didn’t want to interfere with whatever he and Thomas were discussing. Jameson gave her a wave and blew a kiss, holding up his ten fingers. She blew him back a kiss and put her right hand over her heart.

It had been a perfect night. She was looking forward to their reunion later on, alone.

Near the end
of the second set, Lizzie got a text from Kendra. She noticed she’d had her ringer turned off and had missed two calls from her as well. What she read in the text message blew up her world.