Author's Note: So I mentioned in a previous post that I've been writing more to Saving My Heart. In fact, I'm on the fourth revision and writing more to increase the word count to 50K. I have won a pitch with a Harlequin editor on Oct. 1. So, I'm putting "Saving My Heart" through the revision gauntlet. Here is some epilogue that I have worked on today. I'm not sure if I'll be able to share more of the revisions. The fourth revision is adding a lot more to the story. But I will keep you updated with what happens with the upcoming pitch. SO VERY EXCITED! Cross your fingers!-Marilyn

Chapter 25


I looked up at the tall art deco building. It towered above, the windows and concrete lines drawing my eye up its 84 floors. It was how I envisioned New York to feel like, old and unique, seeped with a history of its own.

"Are you coming up?" Peter's hand reached out for mine as I lowered my head.

"Yes. I wanted to take a look at it first."

He moved over to gather my hand in his. "Wait until you see the top."

We made our way through the lobby and the elevators that would take us to the observation deck at the top of the building. "Don't we need a ticket?"

He shook his head. "I've got an annual pass. I get it as a member of the NPAS. Dad is on the board of the society."

We walked to the front of the line, and Peter pulled a card out of his wallet. The security people nodded, and one even mentioned, "You can go right through Mr. Mason."

We were directed to a private elevator on the side, and whisked up to the top. When we arrived, it was like walking into a dream. I'd seen movies filmed at the top of the building. But nothing prepared you for the view from the top of the Empire State. Peter guided me through the observation deck lobby to the outside. I walked up to the walls completed sealed in by metal railings and a square mesh.

"It's amazing." I could feel the excitement and rush of being so high.

Peter smiled at my reaction. "I do believe you've had your breath taken away."

I turned to him. "Does it show that much?"

He grabbed and pulled me towards him. "Yes. I love your reaction to the City." He kissed me, and I felt the connection from the funeral. It felt different. His arms held me tighter than before. His lips pulled at mine claiming me. When we came up for air, he pulled me against him so I could look at the view in front of us.

He whispered, "I feel like I'm on top of the world."

"We are." I nodded against his chest.

He rested his chin on my head. "But it's more than that. I'm feeling this way because of you." He squeezed me tighter. I closed my eyes to take in the feeling, being held in his arms. I didn't want it to end.

He held me there a long time. The wind from the City blowing against our faces. He made me feel safe and secure, the wind trying to get into places to break us apart. But it didn't. He held me firm, and I let out a sigh.

"What was that for?"

"Because I haven't felt like this in a long time. Not since Stephen."

"And..." His voice held a questioning tone.

I closed my eyes, snuggling in his embrace. "And I think I'm finally letting go."

There was a pause before Peter answered, "It takes time, doesn't it."


"My father always would have an answer to any question I might have. I was trying to impress him with the new project in Ohio. Before he died, he mentioned that I was doing well." I could feel him breath deep, his chest heaving quickly as he calmed his emotions. "I just hope I can carry on in his place."

"You will Peter. From what I can tell, your father let you have a lot of responsibility getting you ready for this moment."

"I just wish it wasn't this soon."

I turned, grabbing his arms. "You can do this. And I'll be with you to help."

"I know. I'm grateful for that." He leaned down and nuzzled my neck. "I'm grateful for us."

"And tomorrow, you'll go into the office and let them all know that you'll be continuing in your father's footsteps. You know it's what he'd want."

"Yes." He started to kiss the side of my neck and behind my ear. He nuzzled the top of my earlobe as he said, "But what I want now is you."

"You've got that always." His lips found mine, and I gave myself over to him. His lips pulled gently, his tongue exploring with its tip into my mouth.

I pulled away before we got farther. "Maybe we should go."

"I thought you'd never ask."

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