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previously felt melted over the sight of him taking in the view. His attention lingered in all the right places starting with my eyes and progressing south. I yearned to feel his arms around me and taste his lips, but when I saw him smirking, I stopped just beyond his reach.
    You’re listening now, aren’t you? I taunted, and a half grin slid across his face as if someone had just whispered a secret in his ear.
    My insides quivered from the thrill. I felt alive in his presence, whole, as if he were the missing piece to my personal puzzle. I wasn’t sure if it was being close to an angel, to the man himself, or to God that had brought me that feeling but I liked it.
    “Your thoughts are safe with me, honey. Cross my heart and hope to die.” He drew a finger across his chest.
    “A little late for that isn’t it?” I stepped in closer, and enjoyed that smile of his widening to expose those pearly white teeth and deep dimples.
    He was as stunning as a chiseled Greek god.
    “I only peek when you do this.” He mimicked my sullen expression, while pushing the outer edges of my lips into a smile.
    I slapped at his fingers. Stop, now, someone will see .
    “Ok, honey,” he whispered in a deep husky voice that mesmerized me.
    I refocused to Elvis’ long slim fingers, wrapped around my hand, as he turned to lead me away from his mother’s room. His grip was light but solid, and I briefly wondered how nobody else seemed able to see him and yet I was holding his hand. Glancing around, I was relieved to find we were still alone and could hardly wait to properly say hello.
    As giddy as a school girl, I withheld my need to skip in step, and watched with curiosity as he lifted a leg over the privacy ropes at the bottom of the oversized staircase that led upstairs. He paused to scoot an arrangement of poinsettias with the tip of his black boot as he positioned his feet carefully on the first step.
    “Where are we going?” I asked over my pounding heart.
    “We need to talk,” he said matter-of-fact.
    I swallowed hard. “You want to talk? Up there?”
    We both looked upward toward the white door at the top.
    “What’s wrong with up there?” He let go of my hand, and looked down at me with a disquieting expression.
    Suddenly, I was like a runaway car headed down the freeway in the wrong direction. “I-I just thought maybe you’d have found a different place to…uh… conduct business?” I threw out my first thought wishing life had a rewind button.
    “Well now, honey, it’s suited my, what’d you call it, “business” in the past, why should I change now?”
    A twinge of misery pierced my heart. This was not the reunion I had hoped for, searched for. I had imagined long hours spent in one another’s arms, angels singing and the sky parting over us. The controlled down-to-business man standing before me was a far cry from the hungry lover that had once held me. How could I have been so wrong? I silently scolded myself, my pride thrashing about and drowning in a self-made pool of expectation. My tears began to pool.
    The front door to Graceland was directly behind me, and I cursed myself for wanting to run. Pressing a finger to my temple, I lowered my head and headed for the formal diner room. A glass-topped dining table and high-backed chairs overpowered the tiny room. And I stopped near the tour ropes to draw a calming breath before glancing nervously around me. He was nowhere to be seen, but I knew he was near. I stood up straight when I heard footsteps.
    “Baby girl, what’s going on here, really?” He asked gently while turning me to face him.
    The sound of my childhood nickname spoken from his lips made the tiny hairs along my arms stand up. Still, I looked away, unwilling to meet his piercing stare.
    “Your family would disapprove,” I pleaded principles.
    Convincing him my defiance was forged out of respect seemed more believable and less embarrassing than admitting my girlish fantasies were crumbling