CALIFORNIA PARADISE
Chapter Seventeen

It was after dinner, and most of the guests had left. Jack was still in the dining room, listening to Walker’s story about his last hunting trip. Rose smiled to herself.

She was in the gardens, sitting by herself on a rocking bench, recollecting all her thoughts and enjoying the fresh air.

Suddenly, she heard a voice behind her. "I was wondering where you went."

Her heartbeat quickened. It was Cal.

"What do you want?" she snapped.

He came into the light and held out his hands. "I come in peace."

"Sorry. I’m just a little jumpy tonight, that’s all."

"It’s okay."

"Do--do you want to sit down?" She scooted over and he plopped down next to her.

"Are you having a good time tonight?" he asked.

"Cal, stop it with the small talk. Why are you out here?"

He looked her in the eye, and she saw him for what he was: harmless. "I--I need your advice."

She sighed. "Go on."

"Jack. Do you think he’ll ever forgive--"

"No."

"No?"

"No."

"But why?"

"Think about what you’re asking me."

"But we get along so well in the office, I thought that maybe--"

"We get along well in the office, too."

"You mean you haven’t forgiven me yet?"

"You never asked."

"Will you forgive me?"

"Yes."

"Oh, Rose. Thank you--"

She held up her hand to silence him. "Cal, I’m only forgiving you because I truly believe that you have changed, and that you’re a good person. However, if you do anything that even resembles who you once were, I will forget that this conversation ever took place and hate you for the rest of my life."

"Rose, you don’t know how much this means to me. Do you think that if I asked Jack--"

"No."

He chuckled in spite of himself. "Okay. But I need your advice on one more thing."

"Shoot."

"Isabella and I have been together for a long time now, and I love her very much, but I--I just don’t know how to tell her that. I mean, I’ve said I love you, we’re married, and I’m the father of her children, but I’ve never felt as if she knew how I really feel about her."

"Okay. I’ll give you my advice, but only because it takes a lot of guts to ask me something like this. What you have to do is go out of your way to be kind to her. Constantly."

"How do I start?"

"Well, what is she doing right now?"

"She’s in the study reading. She’s not big on socializing."

"Okay. We can work with that. How about you bring up a warm blanket and hot cocoa for her?"

"I--I can do that!"

"Good."

He got up, eager to try out Rose’s idea. When he was almost out of sight, he turned around again. "Rose?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you."

*****

When she heard a knock at the door, Isabella put her book down and went to open it. What she saw made her gasp in surprise--her handsome husband with a quilt and a steamy cup in hand.

"F-for me?" she asked.

He smiled. A warm smile. A sincere smile. "Who else?"

He handed her the cup and spread the quilt on the floor. Then he gently pulled her down to him.

"Isabella?"

"Yes, Cal?"

"I know I’ve told you this a thousand times before, but never, ever, have I meant it this much. Isabella, I love you more than life itself, and nothing in this entire world will ever break that love."

"Oh, Cal. I love you, too!" The rest of her speech was lost in a passionate kiss.

*****

On their way home, Rose turned around to Jack and said, "I think I really made a difference tonight."

Chapter Eighteen
Stories