Love at Large Part 17

She caressed his cheek, savoring the feel of his stubble against her fingertips. "I hope it will be soon. It seems like I've waited a lifetime to see you again."

He tilted his head back and laughed. "Yeah, it does. But I've never forgotten that night or our kiss."

She sighed. "Neither have I."

They were pulled back to the present when someone asked, "What is your friend doing?"

"Oh, no. Marcus, he isn't," Fallon whispered.

"Oh, I hope not." He frowned.

Erik wandered toward the front to the area where people put in requests. Fallon and Marcus both groaned as he signed up to sing. They knew he was tone-deaf and couldn't carry a tune in a bucket.

"I'll find out what he's up to, although, I think I have an idea it has to do with your friend Felicia."

"There are easier ways to get her to notice him. Falling over a chair and breaking his leg comes to mind."

"He told you about that, did he?"

"Yeah, and I'm till wondering how a grown man can't see a chair tilted on its side in the middle of a well-lit room."

"It was a sight to see, and he would have had her undivided attention. Maybe we'll get lucky and he'll trip on his way back."

When Erik returned to the table, Marcus nodded toward the bar, then stood and said, "Tell us what you're drinking, and we'll go for refills."

The two men walked to the nearest bar and gave the drink order to the bartender then propped against the counter to facing their table.

Fallon sagged in her chair and exhaled. When Marcus and Erik strode across the room, she compared how their appearances had changed in twenty years, or rather how much Marcus' appearance had.

In the intervening years, Erik had added only three inches to his height, while Marcus had added at least six. Both men were lean, but Marcus had filled out following his growth spurt, becoming the more muscular of the two. Marcus' light brown hair and blue-gray eyes contrasted Erik's dark hair and eyes, and both men's faces were studies in finely chiseled features.

Camille touched Fallon's hand. "Are you okay?"

"I guess. I'm just so confused and excited and shocked, and I don't know what to say or think."

Felicia grinned. "Well, girl, I'll say this. Marcus is all that and a bag of chips, no wonder you fell for him."

Fallon's mouth quirked up at the corners. "Yeah, he is. His eyes are so incredible, between the color and the intensity of his gaze. I think that will stay with me forever."

"Yeah, and he's looking at you even now," Sandra commented, nodding her head in the direction of the bar. "I think he's 'twitterpated' over you."

Fallon's eyes darted back to Marcus, and she found him staring at her. She wanted to kiss him, to see if it would be as explosive and intense as their first experience. She was willing to bet the past would pale in comparison to the present and the future. She wanted a kiss and more, and she wanted it soon.

Fallon turned her head to Felicia and smacked her arm. "But you, you should be ashamed of ignoring Erik like that. The poor sap is obviously trying to catch your eye."

"I know. Don't think I haven't noticed, but tonight should be about you and Marcus. Erik can wait in line to get some of this."

"You gonna' give him a chance?"

"I'm thinking about it."

"I should warn him about tangling with you, but he's a big boy and can handle you."

"That's exactly what I'm hoping for."

They grinned at each other then turned to stare at the men.

MARCUS SAW FALLON gazing at him, and recalled something from many years ago. He leaned over to Erik and said, "I'll be right back." He walked to the request booth, then returned to the bar and helped Erik carry the drinks back to the table.

Everyone tried to talk over the noise, but soon realized it was too much effort and fell into whispered conversations. Marcus intertwined his fingers with Fallon's and held her hand on his lap as they talked.

Up close, he could see the fine lines around her eyes, the only sign of her aging. Her eyes were the same clear hazel, her lips still a soft coral, and her hair that warm, l.u.s.trous auburn. She was fuller and rounder than she'd been at sixteen, but he liked the added voluptuousness.

Being honest with himself, he regretted never having a more physical relationship with her. The kisses they'd shared had been wonderful, but as a randy teenage boy with raging hormones, he'd wanted to go around all the bases with her. Over the years, he'd had numerous dreams of making love to her. Waking from these dreams had frustrated him no end, because there was no Fallon to embrace.

"Out of all the karaoke bars in town, you had to pick this one. I just can't believe you're here," she said.

"I think it's safe to say luck had nothing to do with it." Marcus glanced in Erik's direction. "I think a certain someone was playing matchmaker."

"Sort of like twenty years ago?"

"Yeah, sort of like that."

"I have a confession to make."

"What?" He couldn't stop himself and brushed a tendril of hair from her cheek.

"You know that drawing you gave me?"

He nodded.

"I still have it. I framed it and have it hanging in my bedroom."

His heartbeat stopped for a split second. "I don't know what to say."

"No one has ever given me something so special, nor has anyone touched my heart the way you did."

He responded by kissing her forehead. They fell into a comfortable silence.

A little later, Marcus leaned over and said, "I have a confession of my own, Fallon."

"What?"

"You're not the only one with a twenty-year old memento."

She tilted her head to one side. "What do you mean?"

He looked at his hands then stared into her eyes. "I still have your best dancer certificate. After we lost touch, it was the only link I had to you."

She sighed. "I'm here now."

"I know, and you have no idea how that makes me feel."

She pressed a kiss to his cheek. "If it's anything like what I feel, then I do."

Their intimate conversation was interrupted by the announcement of Erik's name, and they joined the others in cheering and hooting as he took the stage. Erik hammed it up when he got to the mike, saying "I'm sending this out to one lovely lady, and she knows who she is."

Felicia covered her face with her hands at his words, and her friends laughed. Everyone at the table groaned when Erik began singing "You've Lost that Loving Feeling" horribly off-key but with too much gusto to be ignored.

Marcus bit back a grin as he rubbed his hand over his face. He gazed at Fallon. Her body shook with repressed laughter. He looked at the other women and felt certain that one or all of them were going to explode at any moment.

Erik was one of the worst singers Marcus had ever heard, and Marcus knew his friend knew it. But he seemed to be having a great time, being the center of attention. He bowed at the end of his song and grinned, then strode to the table. With that wretched example of 'singing,' Marcus knew Erik now had Felicia's attention.

He sat down next to Felicia and asked, "Well?"

Felicia rolled her eyes. "Oh honey, don't ever give up your day job. Because you'll never make any money as a singer, unless they pay you to shut up."

Felicia's comment seemed to release the pressure, and everyone at the table exploded with laughter.

"Oh, come on now, I wasn't all that bad, was I?"

Felicia arched an eyebrow. "Oh yeah? Erik, honey, bad does not even begin to describe that caterwauling."

"So have pity on me and give me singing lessons," he replied. He winked at Felicia and grinned.

"Man, the lengths you'll go to get a woman to notice you. All I can say is you're brave for getting up there with that voice," said Marcus.

Erik placed his hand on his chest. "You wound me, buddy. Such harsh words cut me deeply, my friend."

Fallon grinned. "Felicia owes you dinner for valor in the service of duty, but you owe her a dozen roses for having to listen."

Felicia's eyes widened at the words, and she stared at Fallon then glanced back at Erik.

He shrugged. "Sounds fine by me. So, when do I get dinner?"

Felicia put her hands on her hips. "When I get my roses."

Marcus' name was called, and everyone at the table fell silent. Fallon turned to stare at him. He pressed a quick kiss to her cheek and walked up to the mike.

"Earlier, a woman came up here and dedicated a song to the memory of her first kiss. All I can say is she was right. That kiss was unforgettable."

AS THE MUSIC started, Fallon had a sudden recollection of dancing with Marcus to this song on that memorable night twenty years earlier.

"Fallon, baby, come to me." Marcus gestured for her to join him, but she couldn't move.

He began singing, and she felt as if he were looking directly at her. She knew he couldn't see her with the bright lights, but felt he focused only on her.

Erik leaned over and whispered, "Go on, put him out of his misery."

Fallon recalled the night twenty years earlier when he'd uttered the same words.

"Go up there and sing with him," Erik prodded.

She walked up the stairs to the stage. Marcus held out his hand as he sang. A microphone was shoved into her hand, and she lifted it toward her lips looking to the screen for her cue to sing.

With hands clasped together and voices joined in harmony, Fallon and Marcus reunited. At the end of the song, he pulled her into his embrace and lowered his head to kiss her.

His lips pressed to hers then opened as his tongue slid out to tease her lips. She opened her mouth, and their tongues touched tentatively at first then with more urgency as the kiss deepened. What they'd shared twenty years earlier was a kiss between a boy and a girl, but this was between a man and a woman.

But just as it had been twenty years earlier, their kiss was interrupted by the sound of someone clearing his throat. Marcus and Fallon pulled apart and realized everyone in the bar was clapping and hooting at their performance. Erik was standing at the edge of the stage with a smirk on his face.

"I don't think there's any way to keep you kids from getting caught this time," he said, crossing his arms over his chest.

Marcus led Fallon off the stage and back to the table. Once seated, he locked gazes with Erik. "Maybe this time I don't mind being caught."

Lifting Fallon's hand to his mouth, he touched his lips to the back. "And this time, I don't intend to run away."

Fallon smiled at Marcus and squeezed his hand. "I let you get away before, but I won't make the same mistake again." She sealed her promise by pressing her mouth to his. "Consider that promise sealed with a kiss, an unforgettable kiss."

About the Author.

Eileen Wilson moves in the corporate world by day, but creates worlds of her own by night. A Jacqueline of all trades, she's worked in a variety of jobs including general news reporter, sales administrator, administrative secretary, and customer care specialist. Eileen is a proud, card-carrying member of the "Big Girl Club," and it is a great honor to have her first published story, "An Unforgettable Kiss," included in this special anthology. She likes the idea of creating heroines that her BBW sisters can relate to. A Knoxville native, she currently lives in Cincinnati with her husband, the s.e.xiest Welshman alive, and her two cats.

Pa.s.sION UNMASKED.

A Round Robin Experience from the Writers at BBW Romance Writing.

With Story and Contributions by Eileen Wilson.

Nancy Trausch Judi McCoy Jennifer Harrington Heather Donovan Pat Ballard Judy Bagshaw.

Elizabeth Angus Rida Allen.

FRANCESCA D'AMORE SWEPT a sweaty tangle of tawny hair out of her eyes and hobbled down the crowded Boston street in annoyance. A few people she pa.s.sed did a double take at the lady in the sweeping blood-red gown 300 years out of date, but most just accepted her as one of the lucky guests attending this year's Colonial Ball. As she once again wrenched her ankle in a pointed, high-heeled shoe, Franny decided she didn't feel so lucky. Each step underscored her certainty that there was a special corner of the Devil's domain set aside just for forcing naughty plush women into tiny corsets and tight footwear.

It was only with Aunt Judy's exerted effort lacing the corset that Fran's size-22 waist had been cinched to an uncomfortable size 18. A deep breath was not an option. Then, as if to add insult to injury, a wayward strand of her hair again escaped from her upswept coiffure and flittered down over her face. She puffed it off her nose and prayed the rest of the mult.i.tude of ringlets wouldn't follow suit. The two hours of hard labor to get her to look the part of an original Bostonian was slowly melting away in the early July heat.

She chided herself for not calling a taxi like Judy had suggested, but instead choosing to walk the few blocks to show off her splendor to the world at large. Now she would be stuck in the ladies room for an hour putting everything back in place before she could face the rest of the guests.

"All this for a man." But, what a man. She shook her head, but stopped when she felt yet another ringlet give way.