Falcon Song: A love story Read Online Free PDF

welcoming mother she usually was.
    When he asked to talk to Kate, Laura politely told him Kate had asked not to be woken. He paused wondering what to say to this woman who was nearly as close to him as his own mom and finally just asked, “When she wakes up, will you tell her I called, please?”
    After saying goodbye, he lay back down and covered his eyes with a groan. Yeah, he was in a lot of trouble.
    Lying there, he was chilled and he threw back the small blanket to see where his clothes had gotten to. They lay in a wad under the blanket and he tried to shake out the wrinkles as he thought back to last night.
    Kate had been right; the champagne had been a really bad idea. He’d known Kate was drinking a lot, but he’d somehow bought into the story they’d been telling her that it wasn’t really alcohol. And even that was a terrible excuse. He’d had some to drink, but he certainly hadn’t been wiped out drunk like Kate was. Just weak. Weak and tired, and enchanted to the bone. Between the three of those things, he’d broken the most important promise in his life, and in the process done what he hoped wasn’t irreparable damage to their relationship.
    He knew Kate. Knew she was the most honorable, Godly, pure woman on the planet. And if any other guy had propositioned her, she’d have insisted that he take her home and not call again. What she’d think of Jason, after much more than a proposition was yet to be revealed, but the fact that she’d left without telling him goodbye and wouldn’t take his call this morning didn’t bode well.
    And he deserved every bit of it.
    Standing up, he walked to his car barefoot to dig out some gum. His morning after champagne breath was horrendous. Going back to the scene of the crime, he reached down and picked up one of the blankets and shook the grass off of it, folded it up and then started on a second one. One of his socks fell out and then a lacy, little tangerine colored bra and he bent to pick it up, wishing that he was only feeling guilt and not remembering how incredibly exquisite she’d been last night.
    As much as he regretted things this morning, last night had been the culmination of a lot of years’ dreams. Now he just hoped he could talk Kate out of telling him to hit the road because of it. It was awful that they’d taken something so precious and turned it into a negative. All these years, he’d dreamed of waking up in Kate’s happy arms after their first time being intimate together and he’d messed it all up royally. And yeah, he needed to shoulder the blame for this one. Kate had been kind of out of it, thanks to his encouraging the champagne, but he hadn’t. Just weak. Weak and stupid.
    He folded the bra and put it in his pocket, wondering what to do with it. It was pretty much a given that Kate would never want to see it again if he knew her very well. He cleaned up the various odds and ends lying around the campsite and resisted the urge to smash the champagne bottle to bits against the fire pit rocks. He should have listened to Kate on this one. He really should have.
    When the only thing left to pack away was his guitar, he glanced around the small clearing and wondered where Cody and his obnoxious date had gotten to. He didn’t even remember them coming back to camp. It was anybody’s guess how they had gotten back into town.
    He picked up his guitar, but instead of putting it into its case in the trunk of his car, he sat back down on the stump and started to idly pick a few cords, wishing he could magically conjure up powerful enough notes and lyrics to somehow undo last night so he could start all over again. It had certainly turned into some celebration. He shook his head and sighed.
    Bending over the instrument, he closed his eyes and began to hum a soulful, plaintive melody that went along with his somber, regretful mood and then whispered, “Oh, baby, I’m so sorry.”
    He was so caught in his thoughts of Kate and his music that at