My husband and I are celebrating twenty years of marriage next month. We've actually known each other since we were in kindergarten, and I always tell the story about how he refused to give me his school picture in fifth grade and I got him back by marrying him.
When I wrote the first novel in my Super Agent Series, I included my favorite line from Emily Bronte's Wuthering Heights. “Whatever our souls are made, his and mine are the same.” Never was a truer line written about my characters in OPERATION SHEBA or about me and my hubby. While hubby and I appear to be very different (he's tall, I'm short, he's logical, I'm emotional...you get the idea), he's my best friend, cohort and love of my life.
Same for Julia and Conrad. In the beginning of OPERATION SHEBA, though, Conrad's betrayed Julia by faking his own death. When he rises like a phoenix from the ashes of their past life, she’s understandably mad as hell, and he has to go to great extremes to get on her good side. Like any man worth his salt, he brings her flowers, cooks her favorite meal and even apologizes. But it’s the fact that he faked his death in order to keep her safe that breaks down her defenses.
Julia could see him visibly struggling with shame and guilt. His gaze went to down to the floor, back up to hers. Was it a silent plea for forgiveness she saw in them or only weariness?
She wiped an errant tear off her cheek. “I want to be angry with you and this wicked deception on me, but all I can feel is sadness and regret lodged right here.” She tapped her chest with a fist. “You sacrificed your career and your life to save me, so it’s hard to feel self-righteous after that, but your betrayal has still broken my heart all over again.”
Conrad moved for her then, and she held about a hand to keep him back, but it didn’t work. As soon as he grabbed her, the fight in her dissolved. He kissed her forehead and stroked her hair. “I’m sorry,” he whispered.
Julia wants to forgive him, wants to take him back. However, she’s a woman scorned and not about to let him off the hook too easily. Like me, she prefers to keep her soul mate on his toes.
“I know I screwed things up between us,” Conrad said. “But I swear, if you let me, this asshole will do whatever it takes to make it right. I’ll swear it on a hundred Bibles.”
Julia stared at him in the dark for several heartbeats. “Technically, swearing on a hundred Bibles is no different than swearing on one.”
Conrad dropped his hand. “Why do you always do that?”
“I’m pouring out my heart here – which I’d rather cut off my left nut than do – but I owe you big time, so I’m trying to be …” – he fought his brain for the right word – “…sensitive.” A shiver ran through him. Jesus, this woman could unman him faster than Dr. Phil. “And you completely blow it off to point out some philosophical technicality that makes me look like a dumbass.”
He saw the flash of her teeth in the dark. She was laughing at him. “You’re kind of cute when you’re mad.”
Cute? Cute? “Julia.”
“Shut up and kiss me, you sensitive dumb ass.”
When I’m losing my cool, my hubby knows how to talk me down from the ledge, and he always knows how to lighten my mood. In SHEBA, Conrad does the same for Julia, like in this scene where Julia asks him this very important question:
“What if when we were in the field I had gone bad, and you were instructed to being me in dead or alive. Would you have killed me if necessary?”
He pulled the hair back from her face. “If you'd have gone bad, I would have gone with you.”
“What would we have done?”
He pushed the hair behind her ear. “You would have thought of something.”
“You're the brains of the operation, remember. I get us into deep shit, and you get us out. All great partnerships are that way. Tom and Huck, Bonnie and Clyde, Butch and Sundance...”
“Juveniles and outlaws. Perfect. We fit right in. You're a juvenile and I'm an outlaw.”
“So what are we going to do, Bonnie?”
And with all great love stories, a happy ending isn't necessarily guaranteed, but it certainly is more satisfying. Hubby and I have a lot more chapters to write in our story, but I believe it will be an HEA, no matter what happens. And as for Con and Julia?
Conrad shot her a grin as he worked his way around a group of sunbathers dotting his path. She smiled back, absently rubbing the new silver band on her left ring finger.
Looking down at the book in her lap, she reread a line of prose Emily Bronte had written more than a century before. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
Raising her head, Julia felt a warm ripple of familiarity as her gaze locked with Con's.
He's mine, she thought. All mine.
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