Free Untraceable by Lindsay Delagair

after we get our own
place.”
    “ What do you think about
buying that property and building?” he suddenly asked.
    I don’t think I have what a gambler
would call a poker-face and I was hoping that my expression wasn’t
going to give away that I had already made that decision. “I—I
don’t know, baby. I mean, wouldn’t it take a long time to build a
house? We could find something and be out of Mom’s place before the
baby is born, if we start looking right now.”
    “ I know, but I really like
that piece of property and we could design the house ourselves.
And, if you want, we could go ahead and find something right now so
we don’t have to be at your Mom’s when the baby arrives, then we
could sell it when our house is finished.”
    “ Maybe,” I feigned
indecision. “I suppose we could buy one of those house plan books
and see if we can agree on something.”
    He seemed disappointed that I didn’t
have a lot of enthusiasm over his idea.
    “ But let’s worry about
that piece of property after Sunday. I want that day to be
perfect.”
    “ Me, too,” he said,
squeezing my hand and finding his smile.
    “ I’d like to sing a song
before and after the baptism, if you don’t mind. I mean, it’s your
day—”
    “ No, Annalisa.”
    I thought for a moment he was saying
no to me singing, but then he continued.
    “ It’s our day. God knows
without you, I wouldn’t be where I am right now. Of course I want
you to sing. Are you going to surprise me, or will you tell me what
you’re singing?”
    “ There is one song that
reminds me so much of the struggle you’ve been going through to get
rid of your past and I wanted to sing it first. Have you heard the
song East to West ?”
    “ I wish I had. You’re
going to have to turn me on to some of this good music that you
love so much because I find myself going through the radio and
stopping on what I listened to before I met you, but I have
stumbled across some music that I’d like to sing for
you.”
    “ Me? You want to sing for
me?” I knew Micah could sing. He’d done it for me on very specific
occasions, namely during our wedding and when he held me in his
arms the night of the big party for Remake, but for him to want to
sing for me was almost as good of a turn-on as having him speak
French to me during lovemaking, “When?”
    “ I was toying with the
idea of singing to you when we renew our vows, but it’s one thing
to do it privately in your ear and another thing to do it with
people watching. Would you be upset if I just did it in the music
studio?”
    “ Or in bed,” I quickly
added. “Depending on what kind of song it is—so is it a surprise or
are you going to tell me which song?” I asked mimicking his earlier
question.
    “ It’s a surprise—but I
will tell you it’s a country song.”
    “ You’ve been listening to
country?” I gave a light laugh; he just didn’t seem the
type.
    “ Since Remake, I’ve been
listening to a lot of different music. It’s just hard to not keep
going back to what’s familiar to me.”
    “ Oh, one more thing about
the visit to your parents,” I said, switching subjects. “You don’t
hate math!”
    “ I never… Oh, yeah,” he
said as the year old memory hit him. “I guess I did say that to you
didn’t I? But, baby, you’ve got to remember I was Evan Lewis at the
time, and he had lousy grades in math. If I’d taken those math
problems and blew you away on them, you would have been a little
suspicious. And besides, I wasn’t in a very good mood at that
moment—you didn’t want to be my tutor.”
    “ Actually, the problem was
that I wanted to be close to you, but I was afraid.”
    “ Of me, or of being close
to me?”
    “ Both. You were the only
guy I’d ever felt such an immediate attraction to, and I was afraid
of falling in love. That, and being afraid that Mom might decide to
call me to come home and then I would have had to tell you
goodbye.”
    “ You honestly never felt
that