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BOOK 1
FRIENDS
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CHAPTER 4
Reunion
For the rest of that Monday they exchanged
texts.
Tuesday morning for Elizabeth, early
afternoon for Darcy, he missed the beginning of an important meeting in his
conference room to call her and check on her traffic jam.
Wednesday she sent him a playlist with pop
songs from the eighties. He replied saying he abhorred torture of any kind but
actually downloaded the songs, uploaded on his phone and listened on his way
home.
Thursday he spent a good part of his
morning putting together a makeshift playlist with his favorite songs to send
her in time for her morning traffic jam.
Friday Elizabeth sent him a couple of texts
asking his plans for the weekend and saying how she longed for a leisure traffic-free
time with her kids. Beach, sun and fun, those were her plans for the weekend.
Darcy didn’t answer.
She reasoned he was a busy guy and they had
been talking daily since Monday – it should be enough for her. It was silly to
expect he would devote more of his time to her.
Saturday morning the kids woke her up early
eager for the beach. Before going, they called their father according to their
usual Saturday morning routine. As Wickham worked at least twenty days a month
in a hospital boat floating along the Amazon River, they scheduled Saturday conference calls in advance so they
could stretch the conversation for long minutes.
After the kids shouted on the phone excitedly
about their week to a delighted father, Elizabeth took the phone from the
speaker and talked to her husband about her week including the unexpected
pleasure of finding Darcy. In return, Wickham told her about the sad
experiences he had had curing a vast array of nasty sufferings. After they exchanged
quick endearments, she got the kids ready for the beach.
A few hours later, they returned exhausted
and famished but thankfully Reynalda, their housekeeper, had the kid’s lunch
ready. Amidst the frenetic bath-lunch-cartoons on TV sequence, the doorbell
rang but Elizabeth was too busy explaining to her daughter why some cartoons
were not meant for children.
The doorbell rang again and she walked to
get it since Reynalda didn’t. Down her bedrooms' corridor, Elizabeth regretted
postponing her bath in favor of the kids’ cartoon hunt. She was still sticky from
seawater and her bikini top felt a little uncomfortable; even her adorable
dog’s barking irritated her. She adjusted the canga wrapped as a short skirt around her waist and held the
doorknob.
In her small hall shared by only two
apartments, Darcy felt ashamed of his forwardness. During the week, he had
thought about inviting her to London or offering to make things right seventeen
years later by going to Rio de Janeiro, the World Cup was only a few months
away after all. But the words died in his throat and fingers (as he typed). He didn’t
want to give her the wrong impression, he was just very happy about meeting his
old friend again.
The week had been brutal, the only thing
making his days brighter were her texts and voice on the phone. Another fight
with his wife, his daughters busy with their little lives where he didn’t fit,
a stall in his new business venture… everything was very frustrating. Except
the pretty woman and the remembrance of his youth.
Suddenly the door opened: Elizabeth was
certain it was her next-door neighbor, Darcy wasn’t certain of anything any
longer.
Seeing him, Elizabeth’s heart stopped, her
vision blurred and her legs wobbled.
Darcy’s air escaped his chest. He didn’t
expect to get this welcome, he had
only planned to meet his friend in person and share a few good laughs
travelling back in time.
He hadn’t planned to feel this aroused by
seeing her. True, he already knew Elizabeth had a pretty face but in fact she was
a gorgeous woman. How could he have predicted she had that body? In a bikini and a skirt, barefoot with tattoos showing
on her insteps, smelling like the sea…
Elizabeth needed almost a minute to make
her mind work.
‘Fitz?’ She whispered.
His answer was a closed lips half smile. “Behave down there, man.”
‘Fitzwilliam Darcy?’ She insisted raising
her brows. ‘His royal Highness, the Prince of Pemberley?’
‘King now.’ He said impudently. ‘Yes, me.’
Elizabeth blinked trying to drink him in.
Several times in the past she had fantasized about this moment. They had been close
friends in letters, but unfortunately never met in person. He told her his
height, she could guess how he carried himself and his shape from his pictures but
a little older and in person…
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“…
Her warm heart, would never gonna leave me
She’s
turned me round…”
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