The Mexican government officials phoned in the news that Jonathan Hart had
been found.
He was flown to San Diego immediately to receive medical treatment for some
minor injuries.
Jennifer was at Kurt Jameson’s lab when the phone call came.
“Mrs. H, I’ve been looking all over for you,” Max said breathlessly. “They
found Mr.
H!!!”
Jennifer couldn’t speak. Tears were streaming down her cheeks. So many months
of
waiting, so much pain and now it was all over. Kurt watched her quizzically,
wondering what she
was hearing. He put his arm around her shoulder in consolation. They must have
found his body,
Kurt thought to himself. He watched her beautiful face flush with emotion.
“Thank you, Max. Yes, I’ll wait here for you to pick me up and we’ll drive
down to San
Diego together.”
Jennifer turned to Kurt, who had leaned closer to her. “They found Jonathan.
He’s alive!”
Kurt took his arm down immediately. His heart sank. He felt ashamed for what
he was
thinking.
Jonathan waited in his hospital room for Jennifer to arrive. He could barely
wait to see her
again. He had refused all pain medication because he didn’t want anything to
get in the way of
him seeing her clearly. Suddenly, the door opened and Jennifer walked in.
They stared at each other for several moments, unable to speak. Jennifer
opened her
mouth to say something, to say the words she had dreamed about saying all
these long months,
but nothing came out. Tears streamed down her cheeks. She ran into his waiting
arms. Jonathan
kissed her forehead and then her lips. He tasted the saltiness of her tears
and could not stop
kissing her. Jennifer burrowed herself into his chest, holding on to him for
dear life. Finally, she
kicked off her shoes and slipped into the hospital bed with him, where they
laid for almost an
hour, silently in each other’s arms.
Jonathan sat up in bed, waiting for Jennifer. Freeway snoozed at the end of
the bed with
his head resting on his paws, happy to see his master again. Max had gone out
to play poker with
Sammy and Little Joe, feeling as he put it “real lucky”. Jennifer was getting
ready for bed in the
other room. How fortunate can one man be, he thought to himself, to have a
home, good friends,
and ... Jennifer. She was his best friend, his lover, his soulmate.
Jennifer finally entered the bedroom, wearing a light blue satin and lace
negligee. He
thought she looked more beautiful than he had ever seen her - something about
the wisdom in her
eyes and the spirit in her heart. She climbed into bed next to him, fluffing
her pillow.
“I’m certainly glad that Manuel Lopes was caught, after all he put you
through,” Jennifer
said. “Do you even remember the explosion on the ship?”
“No. I just remember someone calling for me on the radio to come to one of
the engine
rooms. I thought they had found Manuel, but it was Manuel himself who was
waiting there for
me. I heard the explosion and then something hit me on the head. The next
thing I remembered I
was waking up in some underground camp.”
“Why did Manuel take you with him?”
“He knew if I were presumed dead that it would divert the Coast Guard and
FBI’s
attention for a while. Plus, he thought he could get money and information
about the shipping
lines for future smuggling rings.”
Jennifer shook her head. “It’s a good thing you were able to lead the
authorities to the
camp before Manuel got out of there.”
“Yeah. My Boy Scout training really came in handy,” Jonathan said, smiling.
“And what about Manuel’s accomplice...what was her name? She looked like
quite a
character.”
“Yes, you could say that,” said Jonathan. “Jessie...she was - how can I put
it - very
persistent .”
“Oh? How persistent?” Jennifer looked at him with a sideways glance.
Jonathan smiled boyishly. “Very.”
“Oh,” Jennifer frowned.
“Why don’t you tell me about Kurt?”
“Kurt? What’s to tell?” Jennifer said, leery of his questioning.
Jonathan loved teasing her. Jennifer rose to the occasion.
“He was a true gentlemen...very sensitive to my needs,” she smirked, fussing
with the bed
covers.
Jonathan leaned in close to her face. “About these needs...,” he said
playfully.
“Yes?” Jennifer said, looking into his eyes.
“I’d like to take care of some of these needs,” he said taking her into his
arms.
“You would?” she teased. “Well, I’m very needy, you know.”
“Aha,” he said, pulling her down under him.
Jonathan and Jennifer made love, merging together their flesh and their
souls...
their love knowing no bounds...
together as they were meant to be...
the way we all know it should be.
