The Wright Brother (34 page)

When he took her hands and threaded their fingers together, she knew he would lead her to his room.

She smiled.

And when he laid her down on his bed, and she was as naked as he, and he traced the lines of her body with an artist’s delicate stroke, she knew she was home.

Julian slipped deep inside, not only her body, but her soul, and when it was all over, and all they could do was hug and cry tears of joy and relief, she knew she’d made the right choice.

“You once told me,” she tapped out on his back, “that I was the only one for you.”

He nodded.

“It’s the same for me. You’re the only one for me, Julian Wright, you always were. It just took me a while to really understand what that meant. I can live without you, but I never want to do that again.”

She hugged him tight when he shuddered against her.

“Smile Girl,” he said after a minute.

“Yes?” She smiled up at him, framing his beloved face, loving him more now that she ever thought possible.

Rolling to the side, he pointed to the corner of his room. Taking a peek over his shoulder she saw a packed suitcase resting against the wall.

“What’s that?”

Now it was his turn to smile. “I was going to fly to you tonight after the show.”

Her heart felt like it literally had just taken a pause. “You were?”

“I’m so sorry, Elisa. So sorry for not fighting harder, for letting the pain of our separation get to me as it did. But I never, never stopped loving you. All my life I’ve wanted you, and that hasn’t changed. I love you. I always have. And I always will.”

To say that life was one giant fairytale ending would be a lie. It wasn’t easy for Elisa and Julian to find their way back to each other. So much pain had built up between them in those two years, but they were committed to making it work. And slowly but surely, they found their way back to one another.

Two years later Elisa stood on the sands of her and Julian’s favorite beach and turned to stare at her father. “How do I look?”

When she’d gone shopping for her dress Elisa hadn’t known what to pick out. She’d gone between buying the princess gown she’d always dreamed of as a little girl. The one with ribbons and sequins and a huge bustle and train. But that wasn’t who she was now and Julian knew it.

So she’d gone simple. A sheer white flowing dress with spaghetti straps. She’d walk barefoot to him—in fact, she’d required the entire wedding party to go without shoes. It was who they were, unique, eccentric, and that’s how she meant to start their married life together, marching to the beat of their own drum.

The sun was shining, and there wasn’t a single cloud in the blue, blue sky of that beautiful Maine morning. The waters were calm, and the gentle strains of Pachelbel’s “Canon in D” flitted in on the salty breeze as her maids of honor—Meredith and Chastity—walked down the aisle first.

Dressed in a slacks and a pale Hawaiian shirt with tans flowers on it, her father gazed down at her lovingly. Tears gleamed in his eyes as his knuckles delicately brushed along her cheekbone.

“It’s been a long and bumpy road for you kids, but I knew the day I saw you two kissing…”

She blushed remembering that night. Julian had still been underage and she’d been mortified to have her father discover her secret. It seemed silly now. As things often did when looking back on them with time and age behind you.

“I knew I would lose you to him, honey, and I’m glad for it. And you look so beautiful.”

She smiled, feeling so happy she thought she would burst with tears. “I do love him.”

“I know you do, baby. I know you do.” He patted her hand gently.

Elisa was hidden within the shelter of a tent. The music shifted yet again, this time to the wedding march, and when tears came to her eyes it wasn’t out of fear or anxiety, but because their dream had finally been realized.

Latching tightly to her father’s forearm for support, Elisa walked toward Julian.

He was dressed all in white, just like his brothers—who just so happened to be doubling as his groomsmen—were. His hair hung haphazardly around his face, feathering out around his jawline and, just like it always did, her heart warmed at the sight.

The female pastor smiled at them when she came to stand beside him. Julian shook hands with her father before turning back to her and signing, “Beautiful, Smile Girl.”

Smiling from her heart, she signed back, “I love you so much. Am I still the one, Jules?”

In answer, he stepped into her, framed her face with his hands and laid a loud, hard kiss on her lips. The audience, comprised of mostly family and friends with a few work colleagues in the mix, erupted into cheers and applause.

The pastor gave a soft, snuffling sound of laughter at his antics. Elisa had chosen her for one very important reason.

The red haired, middle-aged woman was not only a pastor, but she was, herself, deaf.

“Julian Eli Wright, do you take Elisa Jane Adrian to be your lawfully wedded wife?” she signed.

Elisa hopped onto the balls of her feet when he enthusiastically said yes.

“And Elisa Jane Adrian, do you take Julian Eli Wright to be your lawfully wedded husband? To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?”

With tears streaming down her eyes, she signed and said back to him, “Yes, with all my heart.”

When the vows were exchanged and cake cut, and all the guests had had a chance to dance and chat with the bride and groom, they snuck off. Julian had asked her where in the world she’d wanted to go for her honeymoon. She’d thought it over long and hard and in the end decided there was only one place she really wanted to be.

And that was wherever he was. The rest didn’t matter.

He’d decided to take her to Rome.

That next night, in their hotel room, she wrapped her arms around his neck and smiled.

“Do you still feel like you made the right choice?” he asked and then traced a finger down her cheek.

Sighing, she tapped out her words on his back. “I married the very best, sexiest man in all the world, of course I made the right choice, and I’d do it all over again. I’m pretty crazy about you, Jules.” She turned her wrist up so he could read her tattoo. “You know what I think about destiny, Julian?”

Chuckling, he asked, “What?”

“‘Destiny is no matter of chance. It is a matter of choice. It is not a thing to be waited for, but a thing to be achieved.’ A wise man said that once a long time ago and I so agree. For so long I kept waiting for it to happen, but now I know”—she framed his face—“that when you want something bad enough, then sometimes it’s up to you to make sure it happens.”

“I’ll love you forever, Elisa Wright.”

She shivered when he said it. “I’m gonna hold you to that, Jules. You’re never getting rid of me now.”

And when he kissed her, she tasted eternity in it.

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Many of you might be wondering if there will be more Wright Brother books planned, the answer to that is, yes. I’ll be releasing a book from Julian’s pov next, and possibly even a book for Roman and Christian down the road, although that’s entirely dependent on you guys, my readers.

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My hands shake when I pat my shirt down.

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