Gabriel's Inferno: Gabriel's Rapture Part 49

"I don't know. You have to understand that I thought you'd had enough of me. That you'd decided I wasn't worth the trouble." Tears sprang to Julia's dark eyes, and she brushed them aside.

"I'm the only one in this relations.h.i.+p who was never worth the trouble. I knew I'd put myself in a situation in which I was careless with your heart. But it wasn't done to hurt you. It was pride and bad judgment and mistake after mistake." He looked down at his hands and began to turn the wedding ring around his finger.

"Katherine Picton tried to help me. She said she'd see that the university left you alone during my absence and that she would do everything she could to help you graduate on time. She mentioned that an old friend of hers had left the Department of Romance Studies at Boston University in order to take a position at UCLA. She wanted my permission to nominate me as his replacement. I asked her to go ahead.

"I interviewed for the position, and while I waited for their decision, I went to Italy. I had to do something to shake myself out of my depression before I did something I would regret."

Julia's stomach suddenly tightened. "Something you would regret?"

"Not women. The mere idea of being with someone else made me sick. I was more worried about other-vices."

"Before you go any further, I need to tell you something." Her voice was stronger and more determined than the will behind it.

Gabriel began to watch her carefully, wondering what in the world she was about to reveal.

"When I told you that my relations.h.i.+p with Paul didn't go beyond friends.h.i.+p, what I said was true. Technically."

"Technically?" Gabriel's eyebrows flew up and his voice lowered to a growl.

"He wanted more. He told me he loved me. And we-kissed."

Gabriel was silent for a moment or two, and Julia watched as his knuckles whitened.

"Is Paul who you want?"

"He was a friend to me when I needed one. But I never had romantic feelings for him. I think you know this already, but you ruined me for other men when I was seventeen." Her voice trembled.

"But you kissed him."

"Yes, I did." Julia leaned over and with a gentle hand, brushed a lock of hair away from Gabriel's forehead. "But that's all. I had no idea you were coming back to me, but I still turned him down." She withdrew her hand. "Not because I wouldn't have had a good life with him. But because he wasn't you."

"I'm sure that distressed him." Gabriel sounded sarcastic.

"I broke his heart," said Julia, her shoulders hunching. "And I took no pleasure in doing so."

The sight of Julia's obvious discomfort tugged at him, but he couldn't disguise the relief at her admission that he had no rivals in her affection. He squeezed her shoulder before he spoke.

"I was worried that if we had any contact and Paul found out about it, he'd run and tell Jeremy."

"He wouldn't have done that. He was good to me, even after I broke his heart." Julia smoothed imaginary wrinkles out of her yellow dress. "I know you said you were faithful, and I'm not questioning you on that. But did anyone-kiss you?"

"No." He smiled ruefully. "I'd make a good Dominican or Jesuit, don't you think? With my new virtue of celibacy? Although I discovered during our separation that I don't have the disposition to be a Franciscan."

Julia gave him a quizzical look.

"That's a story for another day."

She squeezed his hand in affection and withdrew it, silently willing him to finish his story.

"If I wasn't offered the position at BU, I was going to resign my job in Toronto. All I had to do was keep myself together until after graduation.

"I wanted to feel close to you, to remember a happier time, so I went to Italy. Truthfully, Julianne, those days with you in Florence and Umbria were the happiest days of my life." He averted his eyes. "I even went to a.s.sisi."

"To become a Franciscan?" She smirked.

"Hardly. I visited the Basilica and I thought I saw you."

He looked over at her hesitantly, wondering if she would think that he was disturbed. "Your doppelganger led me to the lower church and down to the crypt, to the tomb of St. Francis.

"At first, I stared at the young woman, wis.h.i.+ng she was you. Wis.h.i.+ng I hadn't made so many mistakes. I was confronted by my own failures. My sin. I'd made an idol of you. I'd wors.h.i.+pped you, like a pagan. Then when I lost you, I was in danger of losing everything. I told myself I needed you to save me, that I was nothing without you.

"I began to see how I'd been given chance after chance. Through no goodness of my own, I'd been given grace and love. And I'd thrown it away or treated it cheaply. I didn't deserve the family who adopted me. I didn't deserve Maia, who was the best part of my relations.h.i.+p with Paulina. I didn't deserve to survive the drugs and graduate from Harvard. I didn't deserve you."

He paused and brushed at his eyes again, but this time the moisture didn't abate.

"Grace isn't something we deserve, Gabriel," Julia said softly. "It comes from love. And G.o.d wraps the world in second chances and sticky little leaves and mercy, even though some people don't want them."

He kissed the back of her hand. "Precisely.

"In the crypt of the Basilica, something happened. I realized you couldn't save me. And I found-peace."

"Sometimes we search for grace until it catches us."

"How are you not an angel?" he breathed. "Whatever happened to me, it made me want to be good. My experience caused me to focus on G.o.d, but also to love you more. I've always been attracted to your goodness, Julianne. But I believe I love you more deeply now than before."

She nodded as her eyes suddenly blurred with salt water.

"I should have told you that I loved you sooner. I should have asked you to marry me. I thought I knew what was best for you. I thought that we had all the time in the world."

Julia tried to speak, but her voice caught in her throat.

"Please tell me that it isn't too late, Julianne. Please tell me I haven't lost you forever."

She stared at him for a moment, and put her arms around him. "I love you, Gabriel. I never stopped. We both made mistakes-with our relations.h.i.+p, with the university, with each other. But I hoped that you would come back to me. That you still loved me."

She kissed him on the lips, and Gabriel felt an overflowing of joy mixed with guilt.

He was embarra.s.sed, she could tell. But Julia also knew that his damp eyes were the result of a myriad of things-exhaustion and frustration, and the pain that lingers from a prolonged depression.

"Then you'll stay?" His voice was soft.

She hesitated just long enough for him to feel worried.

"I want more than what we had before," she said.

"More than I can give you?"

"Not necessarily, but I've changed over these past few month, and I see that you have too. The question is, where do we go from here?"

"Then tell me what you want. Tell me and I'll give it to you."

She shook her head. "I want us to figure things out together. And that will take time."

Soon it was too warm to sit outside, so Gabriel and Julia returned to the house and settled themselves in the living room. He reclined on the leather sofa, while Julia made herself comfortable in one of the red velvet chairs.

"Should we address the elephant in the room?" she asked.

He nodded, suddenly tense.

"Um, I'll start. I want to get to know you again. I want to be your partner."

"I want you to be a good deal more than that," whispered Gabriel.

Julia shook her head vehemently. "It's too soon. You took away my choices, Gabriel. You have to stop doing that or we aren't going to get very far."

His face fell.

"What is it?" she asked, dreading his answer.

"I don't regret trying to save your career. I wish we could have come to a consensus about it. But when I saw you in danger, I reacted. And what's more, so would you if I were in danger."

Julia felt her anger rise. "So this whole conversation, your apologies, mean nothing?"

"Of course not! I should have talked to you before I did anything. But if you expect me to be the sort of man who watches the woman he loves lose her dreams, then I can't meet your expectations. I'm sorry."

Julia flushed a brilliant red. "So we're right back where we started?"

"I didn't hold it against you when you went out of your way to protect me from Christa, or from the committee. I didn't hold your hara.s.sment email against you, even though we both agree it was a mistake. Can't you give me the same consideration? Can't you give me grace, Julianne? Your grace?"

Despite his pleading tone, Julia wasn't listening. At that moment, all she heard was Gabriel discounting her objections. Again.

She shook her head and walked to the door.

Here was the fork in the road, where the paths diverged. She could walk through the door, and everything with Gabriel would be over. There would be no third chance. Or she could stay, knowing that he refused to see his d.a.m.ned heroics in front of the committee as anything problematic.

She hesitated.

"Let me love you, Julianne. The way that you should be loved."

He stood behind her, his lips vibrating against her ear. She could feel the warmth of his body radiating through her clothes and against her back.

"I am your faithful one, Beatrice. Of course I want to protect you. Nothing will change that."

"I would rather have had you than Harvard."

"Now you can have both."

She turned around. "At what cost? Don't tell me that our situation didn't damage us, possibly irreparably."

He brushed her hair over one shoulder and pressed his lips to the bare side of her neck. "Forgive me. I promise I won't rob you of your dignity or our partners.h.i.+p. But I won't stand by and watch you get hurt when I can prevent it. Don't make me to revert to being a selfish b.a.s.t.a.r.d."

In stubborn annoyance, Julia took a step toward the door, but Gabriel caught her arm.

"In a perfect world, there would always be communication and consultation between partners. But we don't live in that world. There are emergencies and dangerous, vindictive people. Is my desire to keep you from harm so great a sin that you would leave me over it?"

When she remained silent, he continued. "I will do my utmost to make decisions with you and not for you. But I make no apologies for wanting you to be safe and happy. I won't be beholden to the rule that I have to consult you before I act in cases of emergency.

"You want me to treat you like an equal. I want the same treatment. That means that you need to trust me to make the best decision I can, given the information I have, without being omniscient. Or perfect."

"I'd rather have you alive and carrying your s.h.i.+eld than have you dead and covered by it." She sounded obstinate.

Gabriel laughed. "I think the battle of Thermopylae is behind us, darling. But I share your sentiment and would ask the same of you. My little warrior."

He kissed her neck again. "Take my ring." He quickly slipped the wedding ring from his left hand and held it over her right shoulder. "I wore this to signify the fact that my heart, my life was yours."

She hesitantly took the ring from his hand and slipped it on one of her thumbs.

"I'll sell this d.a.m.n house. I only bought it to be close to you. But I can find an apartment until we choose a home together."

"You just moved in. And I know you love the garden." Julia sighed.

"Then tell me what you want. We can take our time without making promises about the future. But please forgive me. Teach me, and I promise I will be your most willing student."

When she was silent and unmoving for several minutes, Gabriel took her hand, leading her from the living room upstairs to his bedroom.

"What are you doing?" she asked as they approached the door.

"I need to hold you in my arms, and I think that you need to be held. That d.a.m.n sofa is too narrow for both of us. Please." He led her to the bed and positioned himself on his back with open arms, inviting her to wrap herself around him.

She hesitated. "What about Rebecca?"

"She won't disturb us."

Julia was unwilling to return to his bed simply because he invited her, and so she looked around for something, anything, to distract him.

"What are these?" She pointed at what looked like two groupings of large picture frames that were leaning against one of the walls and covered by a sheet.

"Look at them."

Julia crouched down on the hardwood floor and removed the sheet. There were about ten large photographs, stacked in two groups of five, all black and white. All featured Julia. Some included Gabriel.

She hadn't seen most of them before as they had been framed after their separation. There were photographs from Belize, from Italy, and posed photographs that had served as part of her Christmas present to Gabriel. All were startlingly beautiful and amative.

"It was difficult for me to look at them when I thought I'd lost you. But as you can see, I kept them."

Gabriel watched as Julia looked through the photographs once more before studying his favorite, a picture of her lying on her stomach on a bed in Belize.