stores showing everything from clothing to electronics.
Megan had a dreamy look in her eyes that Wade hadn’t seen before. It conveyed more than friendship. The look made Megan seem a little vulnerable. Perhaps he was getting a glimpse at another side of Megan. He liked what he saw. He hadn’t seen this side of Megan before this evening. He felt like a “Boy King.” His heart was pounding like he was at the end of a workout run.
The next window displayed a low cut black nightgown draped over an attractive mannequin. Wade saw it as overkill for eveningwear. Megan laughed. Her mind was somewhere else.
“How would you like to wake up in the morning seeing me in that?”
Wade had laughed before he commented, “I would love waking up seeing you with or without that on.”
Megan laughingly replied, “You’re not commenting on the style of gown.”
“Yes, I was. I was referring to how the clasp attaches to the neckline and how easy it would be to take off.”
They both laughed.
For that moment time stopped for Wade and Megan. They were miles away from their other worlds. They acted like a young couple in love and perhaps they were.
If the feeling was love, it wasn’t on the spur of the moment but emerged over four years of constant telephone conversations without ever seeing each other. Seeing each other was like a spark that ignited dormant feelings that had been brewing for many years.
Their wildest expectations of what each other might look like had all been exceeded. It was like waking up from a long sleep where images were out of focus. The drought ended when they laid eyes on each other. Now what?
Wade’s southern upbringing and respect towards women wouldn’t allow his imagination to drift too far from reality. Although their professional relationship would soon change, Megan was still his superior officer and handler. He kept ignoring inner voices that said a romantic relationship between us would never work at the Agency.
On the other hand, Megan was ahead of Wade on that point. Seeing him in person only confirmed, this is the man I am in love with. How and when it happened is not important. We can make this work.
Whatever feelings had come through those telephone lines now engulfed her and were only reinforced by his physical presence. She had a plan. All she needed was to see him, and she would know. Other concerns were minor or non-existent for the moment. All she cared about at this moment was being with him.
Wade was enjoying himself more than at any time he could remember over the past four years. He felt an unusual sense of schoolboy joyfulness. Nothing else mattered right now other than being in Megan’s presence.
After a few blocks, they ran out of storefronts and crossed the street. Store windows on the other side offered just as many opportunities for laughter and comment as they walked back towards the restaurant.
As they approached the valet attendant their evening seemed to be coming to a beautiful end. Wade wondered what might happen next. His shyness started creeping in again. The attendant saw the couple approaching and disappeared with Megan’s keys in hand.
Before they reached the front door the attendant had the car waiting with both doors opened. Wade sat in the passenger seat struggling for words while reminding himself he was in Megan’s car and at her mercy. After paying the attendant, Megan took the wheel and turned to Wade, “I don’t want this evening to end.”
Thankful for her sentiment he was quick to respond, “I feel the same way.”
She leaned over and kissed him deeply with unguarded intent. Caught off guard Wade melted deeper into his seat not knowing what to say next. Before he caught his breath, Megan pulled out of the valet space moving at lightning speed passing slower traffic on the quiet street.
Wade held on to a door strap still a little breathless. As fast as the car was moving Megan’s mind was working even faster. Before making a hard left