Jackie bid Erik goodnight, and then turned to Heath.
He was sitting with his arms folded across his chest, his bruised and swollen eyes diverted. He looked so utterly dejected that she couldn’t help but feel sorry for him, in spite of what he’d admitted.
“Heath…” she said deliberately, “I know you can’t give me chapter and verse–but just tell me this…were you really going to take this madness all the way? Were you really going to…” Her voice broke off, as she finally let the tears escape.
Heath leapt to his feet, and in an instant he was at Jackie’s side; “No…Noo! Jackie–Destiny–your horse…IS yours! No cages…no changes are coming for you from me…!”
His frustration at making himself understood was almost driving him wild. Agitation made his scattered concentration even more hopeless. He suddenly rushed for the door, only to have Jackie fling herself in his path.
“No! Heath…I believe you. Don’t go…I don’t know how I know…but I do. I think you got caught up in something evil–and didn’t know it. That’s it, isn’t it…?”
Heath almost wanted to cry, too. He was so relieved to know that Jackie somehow understood–even if he hadn’t figured it all out, himself. His head ached from the effort of trying to piece together the puzzle that his life had become. He only knew one thing with any certainty–only one thing made any sense! It–she–was right there in front of him. She made sense!
The two of them, together!
“Jackie…” he said, slowly but vehemently, “I…I will…make it right! Promising! I love us–you!—You and me…together!”
Jackie’s breath caught in her throat, making her feel almost dizzy. Looking into his imploring, amber eyes, she could almost hear his thoughts–and they were telling her something pure and real and compelling. She allowed him to pull her close, and offered her understanding by permitting the tender brush of his lips. They lingered over her mouth, then slowly moved to the throbbing pulse-beat at her throat. She held him, smoothing his tousled hair, soothing his anguish with the gentleness in her welcoming embrace.
Although she spoke not a word, she felt the “link” between them opening. An empathic message passed between them–more intense than any verbal exchange could ever be–and she knew that he understood. She loved him, too.