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Chapter 18 ~ To Start Again

Posted on Sunday, 23 November 2003

Ultimately, the bond of all companionship, whether in marriage or friendship, is conversation.
~ Oscar Wilde -De Profundis

William sat at a long conference table where a presentation was being given. The meeting was held in his New York building. It was an imposing building meant to inspire awe in the Darcys' competitors, however, it also exuded an air of dignity through the architectural details of the soaring edifice. There was an understated elegance in the cornices and corbels that line the edges. There was no question that the Darcys were not only a prestigious family, but also an institution.

It was a late Saturday afternoon. It had been overcast and brisk all morning. Now, the sun had peaked through, casting a tremulous ray into the conference room. It had caused most of the business associates to yearn for the outdoors even though the sun's appearance would be brief and it would disappear behind the winter clouds within minutes, but their trusted leader had called the meeting and was determined to get some work done.

They sacrificed many Saturdays for William Darcy because his associates knew he demanded the best and always made it worth their while. However, today William demonstrated an uncharacteristic lack of attention. Questions were repeated several times and often William's responses did not have their usual depth and insight.

It probably had something to do with the fact that he had not heard from Elizabeth since he sent her the flowers and the letter. A great idea at the time, it now seemed foolish. How could he think it would be that easy to begin again with Elizabeth? Even though he knew things with Lydia were proceeding very well with Wickham convicted and now facing sentencing. Georgiana had asked him if it would help if she came forward with her own dealings with Wickham and William told her he would look into it.

But, still, how could he expect Elizabeth to be ready to contend with him? Would she even want to have anything to do with him?

"Mr. Darcy?"

"Hm?"

"We're waiting for your answer."

William looked around and saw expectant looks from his colleagues. He cleared his throat. "I'm sorry. What was the question?"

"Would you like to proceed with the annual sales report," his secretary lowered her voice, "or perhaps we should take a short break."

He looked around the table again and this time saw various looks of frustration and confusion. He knew he was not giving them his best, so he said, "Why don't we call it a day? I'm not at my best right now and I don't want to waste anymore of your time."

There were immediate protests at his statement, but he held up his hands. "I'm sure I ruined someone's Valentine's Day weekend by calling this meeting. We'll reconvene on Monday afternoon. " He added with a small smile, "I promise to give you all my full attention."

He stood up and everyone followed suit. He saw his colleagues' faces were brighter as they walked out of the office, thanking him.

When he walked out of the office, his trusted secretary, Joan said, "That was a nice thing you did."

He shook his head. "It would've been nicer if I had canceled it altogether."

"Why didn't you?"

"I thought I could handle it."

"It must be something. . . big to break through the Darcy concentration."

He looked at Joan for a moment.

She was quick to say, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't pry. It's none of my business."

He chuckled and said, "It's alright." They walked out of the conference room and towards his office. "I guess you could say it's big." He opened his office door for her. "I've been waiting for a message."

Joan put down a set of files on his desk and woke up his laptop. "A call?"

"No." He ran his fingers through his hair.

"Hmm. . . there haven't been any calls since we've been in the meeting, but," she clicked the mouse and said, "It looks like you have e-mail."

William tried not to run over to his laptop. "It's probably just spam or something."

"No," she squinted, "You have a message from an Elizabeth Bennet." When she looked at him she saw a small smile on his face. "I'll just be going now." She walked towards the door, but stopped and thought to ask if he needed anything else, but when she saw the eager look in his eyes, she shook her head and closed the door on her way out.

He sat in front of his computer and clicked open the message.

Dear William,

I'm not sure if I'll get used to calling you William. I'm so used to referring to you as Mr. Darcy. Don't be miffed if I slip sometimes. It's due to habit, not because I'm trying to maintain formal pretensions.

Your response to my e-mail was more than I expected. I'm not sure how to respond. Let me begin with the roses.

William stopped reading. He was afraid that he tried too much too soon. Perhaps he was trying too hard with the flowers. His mother told him he could never go wrong with white roses. Richard's mother said the same thing about pink roses. He had decided he'd send both just to cover all the bases. With great apprehension, he took a deep breath and continued reading.

I've never received such beautiful roses before. They arrived when everyone had come over for coffee and dessert. Jane, Charlotte, and Louisa were quite enamored with them. I have to admit, I was quite speechless. But, I've had all morning to look at them and I think they're exquisite. I'm going to keep some rose petals as keepsakes. Richard had mentioned that his mother liked pink roses and I remembered you saying at Richard's parents' house that your mother liked white. If this is where you got your inspiration for the roses, I'm quite impressed. I don't know many men who take their mother or aunt's wisdom to heart.

I was also surprised by your handwritten letter. Is this another pearl of wisdom given by your mother? It's rare these days to receive one. I also enjoyed seeing your handwriting. I know that sounds silly, but I think a person's handwriting says a lot about the person writing it. Of course, I'm no expert, but based on your handwriting, I'd say you're thoughtful and careful. There aren't any mistakes in your letter which leads me to believe you've gone through many drafts or perhaps you were able to convey all your thoughts perfectly. Actually, now that I think about it, I'm more inclined to think that working in the publishing industry may have had something to do with your near perfect letter.

You wanted to know if I have spoken to Georgiana about the daisies. I spoke to her this morning. She was very contrite and promised not to do it again. I told her she can send me flowers any time, but that she has to make sure to send a card as well.

I have to admit, I was quite nervous about what your response to my letter would be. I had read a copy of it the next morning, and realized how inane it sounded. I'm glad you enjoyed it though. I was careful with this one. I had the proper amount of sleep and I went back and reread it several times. I think this one is much better than the first.

William paused at this point. He did notice a change in tone between the first letter and this one. Her tone seemed to be guarded. As if she went through her letter and edited out her emotions. She admitted in the last paragraph that she had reread it several times which gave her ample opportunity to revise her letter. He felt a little disappointment that this letter lacked the open feelings expressed in the first.

I had to take a break from writing this letter to eat breakfast and while I was eating, I had some thoughts I did not share with you yet. For instance, I clarified myself as Richard's assistant at the end of the letter because I figured you received lots of e-mails and would need the clarification. However, it was quite clear in your letter you knew exactly who I am. I'm flattered and pleased.

I'm a bit embarrassed about my comment regarding the mistletoe. It certainly is none of my business who you want to wish good will towards, but I will admit I was happy to hear that you only wished your housekeeper good will. I'm sure it was not easy for you to dodge other well wishers.

And as far as Georgiana and Craig are concerned. . . I have to say that I think they make a good couple. Knowing Craig as well as I do (I've played football with him a lot) and seeing how he is around Georgiana, I can say that he is quite serious about your sister. I also cannot imagine anyone better suited for her.

I like the idea of corresponding with you. I would enjoy it very much.

Thank you, again for the lovely roses. They look very nice next to my daisies.

Elizabeth

When he reread the letter a second time, William sat back in his chair and rested his chin on his hand. The second letter was certainly more guarded than the first. She was careful to avoid a certain aspect of his letter. She never mentioned anything about the fact that he thought about her. It was like she had not read that part at all. Had she read that part? He wondered. Or perhaps she chose to ignore it? If the latter were true, then perhaps he was too forward with his feelings.

He decided he had to proceed with great care. Although she managed not to express any feelings of certainty, Elizabeth did seem interested in getting to know him better through corresponding.

William wrote a short message and planned to write another longer message when he got back to his hotel suite. He shut his laptop down when he was done and gathered his belongings. He realized that he could not expect a declaration of love after one letter and decided that Elizabeth was right in wanting to get to know him better. He walked towards the elevators and thought about what to write back in his letter. He could not push her if she was not ready, but he also knew that there could be no doubt of his intentions either.

Elizabeth polished the knick-knacks on the bookshelf that were in the living room. She dusted and polished with an intensity that house cleaning did not normally require. With Jane and Charlotte away with their respective boyfriends, Elizabeth was left to her own devices all weekend. She had talked to Georgiana and straightened things out with the daisies. Elizabeth also learned that Georgiana and Craig had plans for a day trip to San Diego.

When Craig discovered that Georgiana had never been to Sea World, he decided that they would go. Craig was in utter disbelief that Georgiana had managed not to visit such an institution, but she had explained that her brother was so busy with the company while she was growing up that he could not be bothered with such inconsequential requests. Although Craig knew that Darcy did the best he could under the circumstance, Craig hoped he could be the one to answer Georgiana's requests, great or small.

Elizabeth also went to visit her parents and her sisters. It was pleasant at first. Her mother was in the kitchen baking sweets for church, her father in the study, and her sisters were in the breakfast nook, helping each other with various school assignments.

They had all been in the kitchen except for her father, when Lydia asked, "Did you ever find out who those daisies were from?"

Elizabeth did not look up, but continued flouring pans. "Uh. . . actually, I found out they were from Georgiana."

"Georgiana?" Mrs. Bennet stopped mixing the cake batter. "Why would she be sending you flowers?"

"She was just being nice."

"Nice? It would've been nice if it were her brother. I was so sure it was him."

"What made you think that?"

Mrs. Bennet shrugged. "It's obvious."

"What's obvious?"

"That he's quite taken by you."

Elizabeth glared at her sisters giggling in the breakfast nook. It was quite mortifying that even her mother noticed William's admiration especially since she had only seen him twice. Elizabeth ignored her mother's probing questions while she pulled a sheet of cookies out from the oven.

Her mother, unperturbed by her second oldest daughter's silence, continued, "I mean, the way he looked at you that evening here. If I had a pair of eyes following me around the room like that-"

"Mom."

"I think I'd just burn up."

"Mom!"

"You have to admit, he's handsome, too. I'm surprised he's managed to stay single for so long."

"I'm sure he hasn't been single for a very long time."

"I'm sure he hasn't. A man like that? He has needs and I'm sure it wouldn't' be difficult for him to-"

"Mother!" Her younger sisters erupted into a fit of laughter.

Then Lydia managed to say, "I heard that you got another bouquet of flowers."

Elizabeth narrowed her eyes at Lydia. "What-Who told you that?"

"A little birdy." Lydia gave her older sister a wicked smile.

"Lydia-"

"You got another bouquet?"

Elizabeth opened her mouth and closed it.

"They're not from Georgiana again, are they?"

Lydia said, "I seriously doubt it."

Elizabeth wanted to tape her sister's mouth shut.

"Well, Elizabeth? Who were they from?"

She looked at Lydia and then at her mother. She also saw that Kitty and Mary were waiting for an answer with rapt attention. Elizabeth let out a deep breath and said, "They were from William."

At the sound of his name, her sisters let out glees of joy and her mother gave her a bear hug.

"Oh, how wonderful!" Her mother squealed.

"It worked!"

Everyone stopped and looked at Lydia. Elizabeth said, "What do you mean, it worked?"

Lydia bit her lower lip.

Mrs. Bennet rested her hands on her hips. "Lydia Marie, you explain yourself now."

Lydia looked at Mary and Kitty for help, but the wide-eyed expressions on their faces told her that she was on her own. She swallowed hard before she said, "Well, it was just. . . an idea."

This time her mother crossed her arms.

"We-"

Elizabeth asked, "We?"

Lydia looked at Mary and Kitty again. After a moment, Kitty said, "Well, Georgiana's been hanging out with us a lot lately."

Mary added, "We were just talking. That's all."

Elizabeth said, "Talking? You mean you all had something to do with this?"

"Well, no. We just. . ." Lydia straightened her back. "You guys needed a push."

Kitty added, "Georgiana noticed something was up with her brother and of course we knew something was going on with you."

"What are you-"

"Oh, come on, Elizabeth." Mary stood next to Lydia. "Jane said you've been moping around-"

"Moping? She said that I was-"

Kitty stood next to Mary and Lydia. "Those weren't her exact words, but it was obvious something was the matter. Something had to be done."

Elizabeth turned to her mother. "Mom, they can't-"

She held up her hand and turned to face her younger daughters. "What exactly did you all do?"

Lydia said, "Nothing."

Kitty said, "We only talked."

Mrs. Bennet turned a critical eye on Mary. "Mary, you need to put some sense into your sisters' words."

Mary let out a short sigh. "They're telling the truth. We didn't do anything. We all just talked about the possibilities. That's all."

"What possibilities?" Elizabeth crossed her arms.

"We talked about ways to get you and William talking. Georgiana, I mean, we felt that if both of you had a chance to talk that things would pick up."

Lydia said, "The problem was that both of you are so stubborn and we knew that neither of you would be first to try to talk to the other-"

"So you guys sent the daisies?"

"We didn't do anything. We didn't know that Georgiana was going to do that."

Mary added, "I think she kept us in the dark on purpose."

Mrs. Bennet said, "So, what did you all have to do with this?"

The three of them looked at each other. After a moment, Mary said, "We just told Georgiana what kinds of things Elizabeth likes."

"Except you guys didn't know what kind of flower I like, right?"

Her sisters gave her sheepish looks.

Elizabeth let out a frustrated sigh.

Mrs. Bennet said, "Well, I'm sure they've learned their lesson."

"Mom, that can't be all."

"It wasn't right that they went behind your back like that, but honestly," Mrs. Bennet looked at Elizabeth, "What damage have they done?"

Elizabeth opened and closed her mouth several times. She finally sputtered out, "It's my life. It's my business."

Mrs. Bennet patted her on the shoulder and said, "Of course, it is dear." She returned her attention to the cake batter she had been mixing. "And all the more reason to be thankful to have sisters who care about you so much."

Elizabeth rubbed the porcelain cherubs her mother had given her for Christmas with vigor. After her mother's comment, Elizabeth had gone into the study to speak to her father about what her sisters had done and that her mother was not going to do anything about it.

Her father looked up from his paper and said, "And you want me to punish your sisters for getting a single, attractive, wealthy man to send you flowers? Wait, not just flowers, but roses. And a handwritten letter?"

Aggravated by her father's wry comment, Elizabeth went home.

When she arrived, rather than sitting and stewing over her family's comments, Elizabeth decided to write an article for the e-magazine. However, when everything that she wrote was a harangue on annoying younger sisters and favoritism practiced by unreasonable mothers, Elizabeth stopped writing and found comfort again in cleaning.

The kitchen had a gleam that could match a showcase room. The tub was a pristine white and not a speck of lint or a crumb was on the carpet.

Now if only she could get just the right luster on the silver knick knacks.

Working in the apartment for several hours had eased the sting inflicted by her parents' matter-of-fact attitudes and her sisters' meddling. It didn't help though that she was beginning to see some logic in her family's reasoning.

Elizabeth threw the dust rag she had been using into the trash. Drawing a bath in the clean tub sounded like a good idea. She was tired and skipped lunch due to her cleaning frenzy. Since she was on her own, she decided she'd take a bath and eat the leftovers from the Valentine's dinner.

She went to her room and began to get out of her dirty clothes when she saw her laptop on her desk. Between her visit to her family's house and cleaning the apartment, Elizabeth had not been worried or waiting for William's response. When she finished undressing, she put on a robe, and sat in front of her laptop. She had just sent her message this morning. She could not possibly expect a reply so soon, but something told her that it would not hurt to check her e-mail.

It took a few seconds to open her e-mail program and when it did, there was indeed not one, but two messages from William. She opened the first message.

Elizabeth~

I received your message, but I'm at work now. I'll write a proper reply when I'm done here.

I'm so pleased you like the roses. I was afraid that they might have been too much.

William

Elizabeth could not help smiling at the last line. It was strangely reassuring that he could have some feelings of insecurity. Perhaps it was reassuring because she felt it so greatly now. She was quick to open the next one.

Dear Elizabeth~

Have you had lunch? I suppose the question should be what did you have for lunch? By the time you get this, it should be way past lunchtime. On my way back here, I decided to stop somewhere instead of just ordering room service. It was the first time I strayed from my normal routine of going to work and then back to the hotel and vice-versa.

I stopped at a place that Mario had mentioned some time ago. I didn't really think about it until you mentioned you all had dinner at his restaurant last night. It turns out that the restaurant he mentioned is actually his grandfather's place. The gentleman who now owns it is Mario's cousin, Joseph. He is just like Mario, friendly and a fantastic cook. I can see you easily becoming fast friends with him. But, Mario and Joseph do differ in their cooking styles. I would say that Mario has a more modern flair, while Joseph has more of an old world style. It probably has to do with the fact that Joseph is older.

Anyway, when I told Joseph that I knew Mario, he was beyond hospitable. He made such a feast for me that I could not finish it by myself. I couldn't bear leaving all those leftovers, so I took them with me. I'm sure Hurst, and you for that matter, would enjoy them very much.

I was surprised to learn that Joseph knew of me and my family. I know you're thinking everyone knows about me and family, but what I meant was that he knew me through Mario. According to Joseph, my family has helped their family in many ways. I knew that my grandfather and my father knew Mario's family, but according to Joseph, my grandfather and then later my father were quite instrumental in helping their grandfather get established on the West Coast.

I must admit that I'm sorry for not visiting Joseph sooner. He knew my grandfather and met my father a few times. It's obvious he admires them very much and I hope I could somehow live up to their legacy. They're a tough act to follow.

I also have to say that I wouldn't have strayed from my routine if it hadn't been for you. It's so easy to fall into a rut of going to work and going back to the hotel. If it hadn't been for you, I wouldn't have discovered a person who I can see becoming an old friend.

About the handwritten letter, I'm afraid that wasn't something I learned from my mother. It was more of a timing issue. I wanted to make sure you received my letter and the roses at the same time. I thought if I had e-mailed you, you would have received that first and it would have spoiled the surprise. It sounds so utterly pragmatic. I also did go through several drafts. The concierge had to wait several minutes until I had a final draft that I was satisfied with.

I have to also say it's quite unnerving to learn that my younger sister is dating. I've spoken to her nearly everyday and she has not mentioned anything about it. I wonder why? It's not like I could do anything about it anyway. I mean, I am in New York. What harm could I do from here? I wonder when she'll tell me about it. Probably when they're married. Oh G-d. Do you know if they're that serious? I'm sure if they were, she would have said something by now. But, I can also see Georgiana waiting for the perfect moment to tell me that I have a new brother-in-law. Why didn't Richard tell me about this? You don't think he and Georgiana are in league with each other? I'm sure he would've told me about it. It's hard for me to believe that Georgiana would conceal this from both of us. We're both reasonable men. I don't see any reason why she would be afraid to tell us.

I suppose all I can do is wait until she tells me. The only reason why I will is because you say that you know Craig and I trust your judgment. I suppose if you have had your hands down his pants several times playing football, you know him well or dare I say rather intimately? But, if they run off and elope, I'm holding you responsible.

I hope your weekend is going well so far. Richard told me that he and Charlotte are spending some time in Santa Barbara. That sounds very nice. Aside from Richard's parents' house, have you ever been there? I'm sure you have. It can be a romantic place if you're with the right person.

I had to end my meeting this morning early which means I have to be better prepared for Monday. I don't want to waste anymore of my colleagues' time.

I hope to hear from you soon.

William

Elizabeth finished reading the message for the fifth time before she went to the bathroom. She decided that she would shower instead of taking a bath. She was already composing her reply in her mind when she stepped into the hot shower.

When Elizabeth got out of the shower, she got dressed and then sat in front of her computer. She was surprised to see that there was another message from William. She opened and read it.

Elizabeth~

Do you have Instant Messenger? Georgiana told me about it. Would you like to try it?

William

Elizabeth hesitated. She knew what it was. She and Charlotte actually used Instant Messenger at work. E-mailing was one thing. She had time to compose her thoughts and go back and revise them. Instant Messenger did not let you do that. It was pretty much like talking on the phone.

And yet, the opportunity was irresistible.

Before Elizabeth allowed herself to come up with any more reasons not to do Instant Messenger, Elizabeth composed an e-mail with her screen name and e-mailed it to William.

She took her laptop with her to the kitchen while she warmed up some leftovers. She decided that she was going to watch Fellowship of the Rings while she ate her dinner.

When she had the movie playing in the DVD player and was eating the shrimp pasta from last night, she realized that she had left her laptop in the kitchen. She was quick to retrieve it and log on to Instant Messenger.

She did not even get a chance to eat her next bite of pasta when the Instant Messenger program alerted her that William had added her onto his buddy list. She saw that he was already online. She put her plate down when she saw that William had sent her a message.

Will: I was hoping you'd come online.

Elizabeth bit her lower lip before she typed:

LizB: I'm sorry it took me so long. I was warming up dinner.

It was a few seconds before William replied:

Will: Isn't it late to be eating dinner?

Before Elizabeth could reply, William added:

Will: Oh, wait. It's only seven in the evening there, isn't it? What are you having?

Elizabeth smiled. Then she typed:

LizB: I'm having leftovers from dinner last night. It's shrimp pasta .

She paused for a few seconds before she added:

LizB: I got your last e-mail. If I'm not mistaken, you had leftovers for dinner too.

Elizabeth picked up her plate and tried to eat as much as she could before she had to reply to William.

Will: I didn't think I could eat another bite, so I gave the leftovers to the concierge. Now, I'm thinking maybe I should've kept them.

Elizabeth put down her empty plate.

LizB: If I could, I'd give you some of mine. There's plenty.

Will: Thank you. That's thoughtful, but I ordered something from room service.

LizB: What did you have?

Will: Dessert.

LizB: What kind?

It was a minute before he responded.

Will: The chocolate Statue of Liberty.

Several seconds passed before he added:

Will: And some ice-cream. Vanilla.

Elizabeth could not help laughing.

LizB: You seem reluctant to admit that.

Will: Well, I sort of had this New Year's Resolution to lay off of the sweets.

LizB: Really? It must be difficult. I learned that you have a thing for sweets.

Will: Who told you that? I wouldn't say it's a thing.

LizB: Hurst told me. In fact, he told me that you once raided a bakery.

Will: That's a bit of an exaggeration. I might have indulged in several things at once.

Elizabeth was laughing again.

Will: What?

LizB: What?

Will: I thought maybe you were disconnected.

LizB: No. I was just laughing.

Will: I'm glad I could provide some amusement for you. Although it's not very nice to laugh at a man's faults.

LizB: Faults? If that is your worse fault, then I consider it quite fortunate.

Will: Fortunate?

LizB: Yes. If all I have to worry about is competing with a chocolate Statue of Liberty, then I have my work cut out for me.

William did not respond. Elizabeth realized that she had slipped and let her guard down. She was trying to think of a way to fix it when William's message popped up.

Will: I can see how that can be a comforting thought except if I was left alone with desserts. Then of course any pretensions towards fidelity would be out the door.

She laughed as she typed:

LizB: I will keep that in mind and remember not to leave you in a position of choosing between temptation and fidelity.

Elizabeth had no idea how many times William struggled with this dilemma when it concerned her. He could not express his desires and tried to remain true to the idea that eventually Elizabeth would accept him. However, it would take some time and a great deal of patience.

Will: I appreciate your generosity. By the way, how was your day?

LizB: I spent some time with my family and then cleaned the apartment.

Will: How is your family?

LizB: Fine.

It was several seconds before William typed:

Will: I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pry, but I hope everything is alright.

LizB: I helped my mother with some baking. I didn't mean to sound curt. I guess you could say I had a disagreement with them and I was a little upset.

Will: Is there anything I can do to help?

Elizabeth chuckled while she typed:

LizB: No, not really. I'm not really upset with them anymore. It's just hard sometimes having a family where everyone is very close to each other.

Will: I can't say that I completely understand. It's been me and Georgiana for a long time. Of course, there's Richard and his parents.

LizB: I'm sorry. I didn't mean to sound like I don't appreciate them.

Will: No. It didn't sound like that at all.

LizB: What I meant is that if one person knows something, then everyone else has to know it as well. It's hard to keep things private.

Will: I see. Then I suppose I could see how that could be upsetting. But, it can also be a good thing.

LizB: Really? How?

Will: Well, for one thing, I'm sure you've never had problems receiving advice.

LizB: And that's a good thing because. . .

Will: Because what if there was no one there to give it?

It was almost a minute before Elizabeth responded.

LizB: I never thought of it that way. As hard as it may be for me to admit, I'd miss my mother's rantings.

Will: So, what was your mother ranting about?

LizB: Women stuff.

Will: Oh. Is this something I want to hear or will it shock my masculine sensibilities?

LizB: LOL

Will: LOL?

LizB: Laughing Out Loud

Will: Oh, right. My internet slang is a bit rusty.

LizB: It's alright. BRB That means Be Right Back.

It was several minutes before Elizabeth wrote back.

LizB: I had to get something to drink.

Will: You didn't answer my question earlier.

LizB: Did I mention that I also have dessert?

Will: You almost made me forget my question.

LizB: Almost? Did I mention it's a chocolate soufflé?

It was several seconds before William replied:

Will: I have had Mario's chocolate soufflé and it is very good. But, since you can't wave it in front of me which would effectively make me forget my question, I'm still waiting for an answer.

LizB: Sorry, what was that? I was too busy eating my rich chocolate soufflé.

Will: You are a cruel woman. I'll have to assume your reluctance to talk about what you and your mother discussed has to do with something of a very personal nature.

LizB: It does, but it should be obvious what my mother wanted to talk about, given my age and marital status.

Will: Oh. It's a sensitive topic for you?

LizB: Only with my mother.

Will: I understand.

LizB: Really?

Will: Well, a little. Even though my mother is no longer around, I've had experiences with other mothers and their concerns about my marital status. Mainly how it concerns their daughter.

LizB: LOL

Will: It can be a burden at times.

LizB: I don't know how you've done it, but you've managed to make my problems seem inconsequential compared to yours.

Will: I didn't mean to sound patronizing.

LizB: You didn't. I meant that you made me feel a lot better. :)

Will: Hey, that's a happy face.

LizB: You really don't do this much, do you?

Will: This is actually my first time.

LizB: Really? I couldn't tell.

Will: Well, I've done some text-messages.

LizB: Well, I'm honored that I'm the first you've instant message with. Isn't it very late there?

Will: It's not that late. It's Saturday night too. Did you have plans tonight?

LizB: Not really. Everyone's out of town. I'm watching Fellowship of the Rings.

Will: Oh. Richard loves Tolkein.

LizB: He didn't like that I was objectifying the movie.

Will: What do you mean?

LizB: I have a healthy appreciation for Legolas.

Will: A healthy appreciation?

LizB: I appreciate the way he carries. . . his bow and arrow.

Will: Right. I didn't know you liked blonde, long haired men.

LizB: I don't, but an Elf is an entirely different matter.

Will: Should I be concerned?

LizB: No, but it's Richard who should be. If Charlotte ever met Aragorn, we would never see her again.

Will: LOL I'll give him a heads up.

LizB: What are you doing?

Will: I was just catching up on some paper work.

LizB: You said that you had to cut your meeting short. I hope there aren't any problems.

Will: I was just distracted. I'm catching up with what was covered this morning, so that the next meeting will be more productive.

LizB: I hope everything's alright. Were you worried about Georgiana? I could talk to her if you want.

Will: No. It's alright. I'm fine now.

LizB: Are you sure? Is there anything I can do to help?

Will: You're already doing a lot.

LizB: It doesn't seem like it.

Will: Trust me. You are. What are your plans for tomorrow?

LizB: I'll probably go see my family in the afternoon. I want to make up with them.

Will: I'm sure you're already forgiven.

LizB: True, but I want to make sure. How about you? What do you plan to do?

Will: Mostly work.

LizB: But, it's Sunday.

Will: I haven't had a Sunday off in a long time.

LizB: But, isn't there something you want to do besides work? I'm sure New York has lots of sites you could take in.

Will: Actually, I'll be having dinner with some friends in the evening.

LizB: That'll be nice. Are you having dinner with Emma Knightley?

Will: Yes. Her husband and a friend of hers will be joining us.

LizB: It was nice that she took Caroline for a little while.

Will: I don't know if there's any way I could repay her for it.

LizB: You do owe her big. Where will you all be having dinner?

Will: Emma and Harriet wanted to try to make dinner.

LizB: Harriet?

Will: Her friend. Although Greg, Emma's husband, thinks we'll be ordering in after, what he thinks, will be their failed attempts.

LizB: He doesn't sound very supportive of his wife.

Will: I would say he knows his wife very well. We're both at a loss as to why Emma would want to make dinner. They have a cook.

LizB: Perhaps Harriet is a good cook.

Will: I'm not sure if she is.

LizB: You don't know her that well?

Will: I just met her a few nights ago.

LizB: Maybe she will surprise you.

Will: Emma? Well, she has done things that are surprising, but none of them cooking.

LizB: I meant Harriet.

Will: Harriet?

LizB: It sounds like it's going to be a nice quiet evening.

Will: Well, Emma and Greg have three young kids. I don't think it'll be quiet. Although Harriet is good with the children.

LizB: Oh.

Will: That's what Emma says.

LizB: I'm sure you'll have a nice time.

Will: I think you'd like Emma, if you met her.

LizB: She sounds like she's a close friend of yours.

Will: She helped me out a great deal with Georgiana.

LizB: I see. And Harriet?

Will: Harriet?

LizB: Is she becoming a close friend of yours?

Will: I couldn't say.

LizB: Sorry. It's none of my business.

Will: No, I meant, I haven't come into contact with her that much.

LizB: Well, if she's a good friend of Emma's, I'm sure you will be seeing a lot of her.

Will: That's possible.

LizB: You sound open to the idea.

Will: Well, if she's Emma's friend, there's really no choice in the matter.

LizB: Are you saying this is how you're going to pay back Emma?

Will: What are you talking about?

LizB: It just sounds like. Never mind.

Will: You think I'm dating Harriet?

LizB: It's none of my business.

Will: I'm not dating Harriet.

LizB: You don't have to tell me anything.

Will: So, you don't want to know.

LizB: I didn't say that.

Will: What are you saying?

LizB: I don't know.

Will: If there's anything you want to know, I'll tell you.

Elizabeth swallowed hard. Was he saying what she thought he was saying? If she asked right now if she had a chance, would he tell her? There were some allusions made in his first letter, but nothing direct. She was not ready for the truth especially if it was not what she wanted to hear. Before she could reply, William sent another message.

Will: Actually, I can't tell you anything you want to know.

LizB: Why not?

Will: That implies that I'm all knowing and we both know that I am certainly not omnipotent.

LizB: LOL

Will: I'm glad you can laugh.

LizB: I think I've laughed more tonight than any other time I've had a conversation with you.

Will: Isn't it just my luck that I happen to be on the opposite coast?

LizB: It would've been nice if you were here.

Will: I would've like that too. I've only seen The Fellowship of the Rings once.

Elizabeth let out a hearty laugh. Each time she thought she may have shared too much, William was able to make her feel silly for taking things so seriously.

They used Instant Messenger until the early morning hours. They talked about many things: her family, his work, and other details of no great significance. They mostly got know the workings and quirks of the other person. Elizabeth learned that William had a witty sense of humor she found incredibly alluring. William had the pleasure of discovering personal details about Elizabeth that he stored away for future use.

Their conversation ended at six in the morning, her time which meant it was nine in the morning in New York. When they decided it was time to go to sleep, it ended like this:

Will: We both really should go to sleep.

LizB: I'm already in bed.

Will: Me too. You're alone, right?

LizB: Well, I'm still talking to you, so technically, I'm not alone.

Will: I'm not sure if I should be amused or envious.

LizB: Envious? Why?

Will: Because I'm much nicer to lay next to than a lap top.

LizB: LOL I'm trying to fall asleep here.

Will: Right. Will I get to talk to you again?

LizB: Only if I get some sleep first.

Will: OK. I can take a hint.

LizB: Will?

Will: Yes?

LizB: I really had a good time talking to you tonight.

Will: Me too.

LizB: I'll try to be on same time tonight.

Will: Alright.

LizB: Night.

Will: Liz?

LizB: Yes?

Will: Are you really wearing a see through teddy?

LizB: LOL GOODNIGHT Will!

Chapter 19 ~ The Sweetest Things

Posted on Saturday, 20 December 2003

You know what charm is: a way of getting the answer yes without having asked a clear question. ~Albert Camus The Fall

The weekend had come and gone. If possible, Charlotte and Richard had become even closer due to their trip to Santa Barbara. It was obvious that they only had eyes for each other. Jane and Charles had returned from their trip from San Francisco with greetings from their Aunt Madeline and her children. Jane and Charles also had another piece of news that made Mrs. Bennet soon forget her sister-in-law's greetings; they were engaged.

Jane and Charles had returned late Sunday evening. Although both were exhausted, Elizabeth could see something different in her sister's expression. Jane was not in the apartment for a minute when she burst into a warm smile and told her sister that Charles had proposed.

Charles had been waiting for the perfect moment and found it during playtime when they were visiting the Gardiner family. Jane was reading a story to her two young girl cousins and was interrupted by Charles and the rambunctious two-year-old boy. The story was forgotten due to everyone's attempts to keep the toddler entertained. Seeing Jane interact with the children so well caused something in Charles to stir and the next thing he was doing, he was asking Jane to marry him while the children were playing peek-a-boo. Stunned at first that he should ask such a question at that moment, Jane was at a loss for words. However, the earnest expression on Charles' face warmed her heart and she heartily accepted his proposal.

Elizabeth was happy for her sister and friend. Things were going so well for all of them. Although she was genuinely happy, there was another reason for her happiness.

It had something to do with using Instant Messenger for the last two nights with William.

It was Tuesday morning and Elizabeth was exhausted. Between the good news of her sister and her family's excitement, plus having late night conversations with William on Instant Messenger, Elizabeth was having a hard time keeping awake at work. She was thankful that Marie was covering everything.

What kept Elizabeth going was the increasing intimacy that grew from her conversations with William. She sat at her desk with a small smile on her face, remembering part of their conversation last night.

It was past midnight and Elizabeth was curled up in bed with her laptop next to her. Jane was already asleep and the apartment was quiet except for Elizabeth's occasional tapping on her computer.

Will: Has Jane gone to sleep?

LizB: Yes. She was on the phone all evening with our mother, talking about which season she and Charles should have the wedding. I wouldn't be surprised if they eloped.

Will: But knowing Charles, he wouldn't want to disappoint anyone.

LizB: Jane is the same way.

Will: I must admit. I'm surprised. I didn't know things were so serious between them.

LizB: Well, they have been dating for nearly a year. Besides, if you weren't away on business so much, you wouldn't miss that much.

Will: Am I really missing that much?

LizB: You were surprised about Georgiana dating Craig. Things between Richard and Charlotte are getting pretty serious too.

Will: It seems everyone is getting along without me.

LizB: Not me.

Will: What?

LizB: I meant, never mind.

Will: No. What did you mean?

LizB: Nothing.

Will: I think that nothing meant something.

LizB: Everyone misses you.

Will: I don't care about everyone.

LizB: You should. Charles, your good friend, is about to enter a very important phase in his life. Richard is in a serious relationship. He probably wants you to get to know Charlotte better. Your sister is also having serious thoughts about Craig.

Will: They seem to be handling it very well.

LizB: Don't you want to be a part of their life?

Will: I am.

LizB: How can you be a part of their life when you're thousands of miles away?

Will: If something was wrong, they'd tell me and I'd be there for them.

LizB: Why does something have to be wrong for you to be here for them? Don't you want to be here?

It was several seconds before William replied.

Will: Of course I do, but I've got work that needs to be taken care of.

LizB: Right.

Will: What?

LizB: What?

Will: I know that 'Right' means something is wrong.

It was a minute before Elizabeth wrote back.

LizB: It's unfortunate that work has to be so important.

Will: I don't think I really have a choice.

LizB: Right.

Will: Elizabeth. What's wrong?

LizB: You're the CEO of DFD and you're telling me you don't have a choice about what you want?

Will: It's not that simple.

LizB: And, if you wanted to be with your friends and family, the only acceptable excuse to leave work is if something dire happened to them.

Will: It's not like that.

LizB: Then what's it like?

Will: I don't know. How did we get on this topic anyway?

LizB: I'm trying to understand why you don't want to come home.

Will: And I said it's because of work.

LizB: So, you really like being there? Working? Living in a hotel? With no family or friends around?

Will: I didn't say that. Why are you making such a big deal about this?

LizB: Did it ever occur to you that eventually I'd like to talk to you face to face?

Elizabeth felt like it was taking hours for William to respond. Did she have any right to demand so much? Work was obviously very important to him. After what seemed like an hour, which was actually two minutes, William wrote back.

Will: I'd like to see your face too.

LizB: I'm beginning to forget what you look like.

Will: I can't let that happen.

LizB: Well, if you were here. . .

Will: Just give me some time.

Shortly afterwards they wished each other goodnight.

Even though there were no promises made, Elizabeth could not help feeling like she had taken a very important step. She was not sure what was accomplished, but she felt somewhat liberated. She wanted to see him. It was as simple as that. Then a feeling of doubt niggled in the back of her mind. Did he want to see her? She got the impression that he did, but then it took a lot of effort to come to the point. Was he just humoring her? Before she could think about the subject anymore, Marie came to her desk.

Marie said, "Richard needs you upstairs."

"Upstairs? Why didn't he call me?"

"He didn't want to talk on the phone, so he text messaged me."

"Oh." Elizabeth stood up.

"Wait."

"What?"

"You're not going up there looking like that, are you?"

Elizabeth looked down at her clothes. She was wearing a white button down shirt, a black skirt that went just below her knees, and was wearing black slip on heels. "What's wrong with what I'm wearing?"

Marie shook her head and began working her magic. The first thing she did was undo the messy bun that Elizabeth had haphazardly put her hair up in. Then she undid three buttons on Elizabeth's shirt.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"You've got a tank top underneath."

"It's a meeting, not a bar."

Marie ignored Elizabeth's comment and said, "Undo your cuffs and roll them up."

Elizabeth gave her a questioning look as she obeyed Marie's orders.

Then Marie took out something from her pocket.

"What's that?"

"It's lip gloss."

"What are you going to-" Marie was already spreading the wand of clear lip-gloss across Elizabeth's lips.

"There."

"Marie, what's going on? Why-"

"Ben! Come here!"

Ben walked over to Elizabeth's desk.

"Elizabeth was worried that the lip gloss was a bit over the top. What do you think?"

"Uh. . ." Ben's cheeks turned pink.

"See, Elizabeth." Marie smiled. "You look great."

"But-" Before Elizabeth could point out that Ben's reaction was not the desired reaction to encourage in a board meeting, Marie had taken her by the elbow and was escorting her to the elevators.

"Go directly upstairs."

"Of course, I will, Marie. Where else would I go?"

"Don't wander off."

"Marie, what's going on? I'm just going upstairs for a minute."

"Actually, Richard wants you to sit in for several minutes and take notes while he's gone."

"Where's he going?"

"He has an important phone call to make."

"What phone call? I don't remember seeing anything on his schedule about a phone call that requires him to leave the meeting."

"It's his mother."

Elizabeth studied her assistant for a second. "Alright." She stepped into the elevator and the doors closed.

Marie let out a deep sigh. Richard had told her to use his mother as a last resort if it came down to it. She only hoped Elizabeth believed it.

Elizabeth walked off the elevator and onto the floor where the meeting was being held. The last time she was up on this floor was when she had lunch with William. It seemed like that happened so long ago. Instead of turning right in the corridor towards William's office, she turned left and walked through the tall oak doors into the conference room.

She saw Richard at the opposite end of the table from where she was standing. Elizabeth walked towards him, making sure not to draw any attention away from the presentation that was currently being given. Just before she reached Richard's side, Elizabeth stopped when she saw who was sitting on the other side of him.

"Elizabeth." Richard whispered.

It took her a moment to look at Richard.

He said, "I need you to sit in for a few minutes." He stood up and offered his seat. "I'll be right back. I have to see what my mom needs." He held out his seat. She hesitated before she sat down.

Elizabeth tried to focus on the voice of the man who was presenting, but her eyes were drawn to the eyes of the gentleman sitting to her right. Her words were stuck in her throat. They were caught by the confusion and shock that welled up inside her. Was it really William sitting next to her?

"Hi," he said in a low voice.

It was so good to hear his voice instead of reading his words on a screen. She smiled, but before she could say anything, the presenter cleared his throat, effectively putting a stop to any attempts at her having a conversation with the CEO.

Elizabeth focused her attention on the notes in front of her. They were sparse and at parts unintelligible. Fortunately, Elizabeth was fluent in Richard's chicken scratch and was able to pick up where he left off.

Although the presenter was giving an excellent presentation, at the moment his efforts were not fully appreciated by the person it was geared towards. Instead of following the figures of the annual sales, William was following the outline of Elizabeth's profile. It really had been too long since he last saw her. He thought he could continue corresponding online, but now, seeing her next to him, he felt that would be impossible. He was taking in the contours of her lips when Elizabeth did something that nearly undid his resolve.

Elizabeth had stopped taking notes for a second. She let out a short sigh and ran her fingers through her hair. While doing so, William caught a glimpse of a beauty mark hidden behind her ear. It happened for a brief moment, but he would always remember it. The beauty mark was hidden again by her dark tresses and it took every ounce of his self control not to reach over and pull her hair away in order to look at it again.

Before he could say anything to her about his discovery, Richard had returned and had taken his place again next to his cousin. William felt an overpowering feeling he could not explain as he watched Elizabeth walk out of the conference room.

"Did I miss anything?" Richard asked.

William looked at Richard with an expression of bewilderment. Before Richard could ask what was the matter, William was out of his seat and out the door.

He saw Elizabeth turn the corner. "Elizabeth!" He was about to turn the corner, when Elizabeth bumped into him.

"I'm so sorry."

"It's alright. I'm alright." She rubbed her forehead.

He placed a hand on her shoulder. "I just wanted to. . . Are you sure you're alright?"

She nodded and took her hand away from her forehead. "Aren't you supposed to be in New York?"

"Yes, but I'm here now."

She wrinkled her forehead in confusion. "But, what about work?"

"Richard thought I should attend this meeting." He ran his thumb across her cheek. "Actually, I didn't want you to forget what I look like."

"I don't think I really could."

"God, you look good."

The first thing she noticed was the intensity in William's eyes as he took in her features. The next was how unusually quiet it was for an office building. Her eyes strayed to the office cubicles partitioned by a glass wall and saw that everyone was watching them.

William also became aware of the image they had created and released Elizabeth.

"You should get back to your meeting." Elizabeth said.

"The meeting. Right."

Neither one of them moved, but just then, the elevator opened with people coming out and others waiting inside.

"The elevator's here."

"Yeah."

"I have to get going."

"Right."

Elizabeth stepped into the elevator. The doors were closing when William stopped them with his hands. "Elizabeth, I'd like to see you again."

He didn't seem aware that other people were in the elevator, but Elizabeth did, so she tried to be quick. "Alright. When you're finished with your meeting."

He nodded and let the doors close.

Elizabeth was met by curious looks by the other people in the elevator. She shrugged and said, "Bosses can be so demanding."

Elizabeth tried to concentrate on the article in the magazine that was laid on her lap. After her encounter with William upstairs, Elizabeth needed time to herself and told Marie that she was taking an early lunch. Her peanut butter and jelly sandwich had one bite taken out of it and she still had grapes to eat. She could not concentrate on eating or reading. The last time she was sitting on that bench, she was thinking about the possibilities of what could have been with William.

Now, the possibilities were very real and all she had to do was go back in the building.

A small part of her could not believe that he came back for her. Last night, he seemed so adamant about staying in New York and working. Then all of a sudden, he shows up here the next morning. It was almost too hard for her to believe that he was here because of her.

Almost.

Another part of her, the part so full of hope, wanted to believe he came for her. That he wanted to see her just as much as she needed to see him. This part of her was getting harder and harder to keep in check. She almost succumbed to his touch upstairs. If the elevator had been empty. . .

Elizabeth shook her head. She could not give herself up because of a couple of late nights on Instant Messenger with him. They haven't even had a real conversation yet, and she was more than willing to hop in the elevator with William and have the elevator stop mysteriously between floors.

She rested her head in her hands and let out a deep sigh. Was it more than just a physical attraction? It had to be, but what she knew of him was just a smattering of what she heard from Richard, Georgiana, Gil, and what she could pick up from their conversations. But, she wanted to know more not because she doubted him or his character. She wanted to know more because Elizabeth wondered if she could fit somewhere in his life.

"Tough article?"

Elizabeth looked up and saw it was William. "Hardly."

He sat down on the bench. Her lunch was in between them.

"What happened to the meeting?"

"We broke for lunch."

Elizabeth looked at her watch. "You guys are early."

"Richard thought it would be a good idea. He thinks I'll be more productive once I've had a good meal."

One of her eyebrows arched. "So, where's your lunch?"

"I knew I forgot something." A small smile pulled at the corner of his lips.

She shook her head and picked up her sandwich. She tore it in half and gave him the other piece.

This time he smiled. "Peanut butter and jelly?"

"I know. It's not the Ritz-Carlton."

"No, I like this a lot better." He ate the sandwich.

"Even better than that chocolate Statue of Liberty?"

"Let's not get carried away."

Elizabeth laughed.

William thought he could get used to this.

After a moment, Elizabeth tore some grapes off the stem and passed them to William. "I didn't expect to see you today."

William took the grapes. "I hope. . . Are you surprised?"

Elizabeth looked at him. "Yes."

"But, I thought. . . I guess this was a mistake." William moved to leave.

"Wait." He sat back down. "I didn't mean that it was an unpleasant surprise." His features relaxed. "It's just that you didn't mention anything about coming back. In fact, it seemed you were quite determined to stay in New York."

William rested his elbows on his knees. "I didn't realize that I gave you that impression. I didn't want to stay in New York."

"Really? I thought you liked it there."

"I like it, but it's not where I wanted to be."

Elizabeth did not know how he did it, but she was completely mesmerized by him.

William said, "What were you reading? It looked like something serious."

Elizabeth looked down at the article. "Actually, it's a column written by a man on a man's point of view on relationships." She raised an eyebrow at him. "Hardly requires any effort to read."

"It looked to me it had your undivided attention."

"I was thinking how they print anyone these days." She looked at the masthead at the beginning of the magazine. "This wouldn't happen to be one of your magazines?"

He looked at it too. "I don't know. We do print a lot of them."

She shook her head. "This guy gives his point of view on why a guy might not call back the morning after."

"And you don't find his reasons sufficient."

"Well," Elizabeth flipped through the pages and scanned the article and read, "if you think 'being blown away by the magic from last night' is supposed to be something women would believe, then I'm afraid the editor has seriously under estimated our intelligence."

"I can see how that would be insulting." He held out his hand and Elizabeth gave him the magazine. "So, you think this guy should lose his column?"

"I didn't say that." Elizabeth thought for a second. "But, couldn't there be a companion column with a woman's point of view? It would even be interesting if the column were written on a topic with a side by side commentary from each writer."

William held up the article and read, " 'Other times we're at a loss for words because we can't believe how lucky we were'." He lowered the article. "Wow. It is amazing what people will print these days."

Elizabeth let out a small laugh.

"I'll see what I can do."

Elizabeth finished off the rest of her half of the sandwich. After a moment, she said, "I didn't get a chance to tell you. I. . . I'm leaving Thursday afternoon."

He sat up in his seat. "Wha-Leaving? Today's Tuesday. Where? Why didn't you say anything before?"

"Well, I was going to tell you tonight when we were online. I was also under the impression that you were going to be in New York for another month, so it didn't matter if I was here or in San Francisco."

"San Francisco?"

"I'm going to visit my Aunt and Uncle."

"For how long?"

She hesitated. "Two weeks."

He nodded.

Elizabeth thought he was taking it well. Too well.

He continued, "What do you plan to do while you're there?"

"The first week we plan just to take in the local sites. The touristy things, so that I can spend time with the kids. But, on the second week, we are going to take a tour of the wine country, Napa Valley."

William's eyebrows shot up. "Napa Valley? Which parts?"

She shrugged. "I'm not sure. My aunt and uncle are making up the itinerary."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Elizabeth studied his face for a moment. He looked genuinely concerned. "I just thought. . . you'd be in New York. It wouldn't matter where I was as long as I got to talk to you."

He gave her a small smile.

Elizabeth shifted in her spot. She was not used to getting such immediate responses. She cleared her throat. "Do you have to go back to the meeting soon?"

He checked his watch. "Oh, yeah."

"Then we should try to get you something more to eat."

"I'm fine."

Elizabeth gathered her stuff. "No, it's not. You have to eat more than what I gave you." She stood up.

He had to follow suit.

"Have you ever had anything from the cafeteria?"

"We have a cafeteria?"

Elizabeth turned to look at him. "Don't tell me-"

He held up his hand. "I'm joking. They have a great turkey sandwich."

"Good." They walked back to the office together.

"Back in New York, I'd be wearing a heavy coat right now."

Elizabeth glanced at him. He was wearing his suit coat. "Well, California is known for its sunny weather."

"I'd forgotten about it."

She snuck another look at him. "You seem to have forgotten a lot of things."

"Not a lot."

She raised an eyebrow at him. "Really?"

"Absolutely. You have a nice singing voice."

She laughed. "You remember the strangest things."

"I wouldn't say that."

"Then what would you say?"

"I'd say that I remember the sweetest things."

She stopped in her tracks and looked at him. "You're not going to say things like that all the time, are you?"

"Maybe not all the time."

"I wish you wouldn't."

"Does it bother you?"

"It's just. . . it's difficult enough with you here. . . and then to hear you say things like that. . . "

He took a step closer. "You don't like it? Does it offend you?"

"I didn't say that. I. . ." She looked up at him. "I just don't know what to think."

It took every ounce of his strength not to crush his lips onto her lips. She was not ready. "I guess I just to have keep trying." He took her hand in his and they walked into the cafeteria together. She expected him to let go once they were inside. The only time he did was to take his wallet out to pay the cashier, but soon afterwards, he took her hand again.

Chapter 20 ~ Distance

Posted on Thursday, 15 January 2004

The distance is nothing when one has a motive. ~Mr. Bennet Pride & Prejudice

Thursday morning

Elizabeth was glad that she was able to avoid the questions she was sure Richard would have. When she arrived at work, he was already on a telephone conference call. Elizabeth told Marie that she had to go upstairs for just a few minutes.

Marie did not ask why because she saw Elizabeth take some kind of package with her. Perhaps some of Mr. Darcy's mail had been sent to them by mistake. If so, it would be Marie going upstairs. Her speculations were put to a stop when she heard Richard calling out, wanting a copy of some report.

Elizabeth rode the elevator with the plate of cookies in her hand. She was nervous and a little doubtful about what she was going to do, but she was sure that William would welcome her attention. At least, she hoped he would. With last night's dinner and conversation still fresh in her mind, Elizabeth was very hopeful.

Wednesday was the night everyone had decided the previous week to get together for dinner again. They were all able to go out with the welcome addition of William. They had dinner at Mario's restaurant where William told him that he had met his cousin Joseph. This started a lively discussion about old and new world Italian cooking and the idyllic countryside of Mario's home country.

After dinner they all returned to Jane and Elizabeth's apartment. After a half hour of good-natured conversation, they decided to have dessert. While Jane and Louisa got the coffee and chocolate soufflé ready, Gil thought he could keep the sociable atmosphere going by saying, "So, Will, we weren't expecting you back for another month. It must've been something pretty important to bring you back here ahead of time."

William cleared his throat. "You could say that."

Elizabeth was sitting next to him and did not miss the furtive look in her direction from William.

"Well, I think it's great that you returned early." Charles gave him a warm smile. "It gave Jane and I the opportunity to tell you face to face about our engagement."

A small smile pulled at the corner of his mouth. "Yes. I appreciate it. All thirty-eight times you've told me how you proposed and how lovely your Jane is."

Jane and Louisa had returned from the kitchen and Jane had heard the end of William's comment. She blushed and then tried to divert the conversation. "I hope just because you're home early, doesn't mean that you'll return to New York sooner."

"No, I plan to stay." His eyes strayed towards Elizabeth.

"I'm sure many of the opposite sex will be pleased to hear that."

All eyes were on Hurst for his random comment. He shifted in his seat and continued, "It's no secret that William has groupies."

Elizabeth bit her lower lip to repress her laughter. Then she asked Gil, "Are you acquainted with these groupies?"

"Not personally, but," he leaned in closer from the armchair on Elizabeth right and said, "I've heard stories."

"There are no stories." William's tone was grave.

Elizabeth looked at him with an arched eyebrow. Then she looked at Hurst and said, "What stories have you heard?"

Hurst liked to see William squirm in his seat. He tapped his chin as if trying to recall some details and said, "Well, I did hear about an interlude in his office with some model."

"A Victoria's Secret model." Richard chimed in. William threw daggers with his eyes at his cousin.

"I think I might've heard something about that." Elizabeth gave William a playful smile.

Hurst continued, "Don't know all the particulars, but Charles did say that she was in his office for about ten minutes."

Charles had just put a mouthful of dessert in his mouth. He swallowed fast when everyone gave him expectant looks. Except William of course. "Richard was the one who told me."

Richard choked on his coffee.

Charlotte said, "I didn't realize how well you take care of your cousin."

He put his coffee mug down with a clumsy thud on the table. "I-I-" He looked at William for help, but only received a severe look. "I was assured nothing happened."

"Right!" Hurst laughed.

Elizabeth was amused by the lack of discretion this male circle seemed to have. She turned to William and said, "So, were you being a gentleman or were you trying to save face in front of your friends?"

William was caught off guard by her blunt question. He soon recovered his ground when he saw the challenging spark in her eyes. "That's unfair. If I answer either way, one would have me looking like a prude and the other as an inept fool who has to lie about his. . . conquests."

Elizabeth's eyebrows shot up. "Conquests? So, some. . . action did transpire between you and this can't-keep-secrets model."

"I never said that."

"You didn't have to."

"I don't think ten minutes is enough time to get anything. . . accomplished."

"It's enough time for most men."

"Not me."

"Now, I think you are exaggerating."

"When have you known me to exaggerate?"

Elizabeth tried to stay focused. "Do you really view women as conquests?"

While William considered his words, Richard, Charlotte, Jane, Charles, Hurst, and Louisa had remained quiet and watched the exchange volley back and forth like a tennis ball at a match.

William said, after great deliberation, "Do you honestly think I'm capable of such actions?"

It was her turn to choose her words with care. "I don't think so, but I'm still trying to get to know you."

He turned his body so he could face her. "It is true that Heidi visited my office. It's also true she was in my office for ten minutes." William made sure that Elizabeth's eyes were focused on his before he said, "But, when I realized what her intentions were, I told her I had a meeting to attend and that it was nice seeing her and I left."

While Elizabeth digested his story, the female population in the room showed their approval with good-natured smiles. However, the males obviously could not show their disappointment in front of their beloved and so became preoccupied with the soufflé.

"That's a shame." She had a teasing expression in her eyes. "If I were you, I think I would've made out with her."

William threw his head back and laughed. The others laughed as well.

"I think you actually would." William said.

"And of course you wouldn't." Elizabeth took a bite of her soufflé.

William rolled his shoulders back. "What is that supposed to mean?"

"Well, I thought about it, and I realized you're not the type to make out with complete strangers."

"Oh, that's right. You are."

"I would hardly call those times we've kissed making out."

"No, I suppose not."

Hurst cut in, "Then what type of person do you think William would make out with?"

Elizabeth put her fork down when she saw that everyone was waiting for an answer. "I. . . I don't know. All I can say is that William is genuinely a nice man who would probably want to make out with a nice woman."

Hurst was about to say something else, when Louisa elbowed him and offered him more soufflé. Charlotte changed the topic by asking Charles and Jane if they had set a date and if they had a wedding site in mind.

Richard watched how Elizabeth was concentrating on her soufflé, missing the silent acknowledgment he gave her with an ardent look in his eyes.

It was not until everyone was leaving while Jane and Elizabeth were walking everyone out, that Elizabeth was made aware of how much William took her words to heart. Richard, Charlotte, Hurst, and Louisa waited a few feet away from William and Charles. Each had carpooled with the respective couples and each were also saying good night to Elizabeth and Jane.

William took Elizabeth by the hand to give Charles and Jane some privacy, so he believed. He wasn't one for idle talk, therefore, he came straight to the point. "Did you really mean what you said earlier?"

"That if I was you I'd have made out with that model?"

"No." He smiled.

Elizabeth looked away and felt her cheeks burn. "That you're nice?"

"Yes."

She nodded. "I don't think you're capable of using anyone." When she finally looked at him, he had such a warm expression in his eyes it caused her heart to beat faster.

"And you think I'd only want to make out with nice women?"

She didn't trust herself to speak, so she nodded her head again.

He took a step closer and said, "I think you're very nice."

Elizabeth felt his hand drawing her closer to him. The unmistakable way his eyes strayed from her own eyes to her lips left no doubt about what he was going to do and Elizabeth, surprising herself, tilted her chin higher so William could accomplish his goal.

Their lips touched ever so briefly when they heard, Hurst say, in a not so discrete whisper, "See, Richard. You should've driven yourself."

The moment was gone. Not wanting to embarrass and subject Elizabeth to any more humiliation, William kissed her cheek and left. While he walked away, he looked back at her once.

For the first time in their acquaintance, Elizabeth wanted to knock down Hurst.

She stepped off the elevator and stood in the lobby for a while. Elizabeth had received an email earlier this morning while at home from Anne Debourgh, William's cousin. William had told Anne Elizabeth's ideas about the male column with a side-by-side column from a women's perspective and Anne liked it very much. Anne had wrote to Elizabeth that she's eager to hear more of her ideas and that she wanted to see some of Elizabeth's work. William had also mentioned that Elizabeth was an aspiring writer.

Elizabeth was thrilled by the email. She wrote back to Anne that she would be happy to collaborate with her and attached copies of what she had written for the e-magazine.

After she emailed Anne, Elizabeth baked chocolate chip cookies for William. She wanted to thank him and perhaps continue where they left off the previous evening before Hurst's comment interrupted them.

It all seemed like a good idea when she was baking the cookies, driving to work, and walking into the building. Now, she stood in the elevator lobby doubting her idea. She was starting to feel dumb offering him a plate of cookies and herself. But, she had to try.

She walked to his office and saw Sarah on the phone. Elizabeth waited before going in.

Once off the phone, Sarah said, "Elizabeth, I didn't know you were coming up."

"I know he's probably got a hectic schedule. I just came to drop something off. Does William have a minute?"

Sarah looked at her watch. "He's got a meeting in ten minutes. Right now he's just going over some notes again. I think it'll be fine. Go on in."

"Thanks, Sarah." Elizabeth entered William's office. He was sitting at his desk, his head bowed down over some papers.

"Are they here early?" When he looked up, he was surprised to see Elizabeth, but soon smiled and stood up. "Come in."

"I know you have a meeting soon, so I'll make it quick."

He walked around his desk to meet her. "It's alright. What is it?"

"I got an email from Anne this morning."

"Oh, you did? I didn't think she'd get back to you so quickly."

"She mentioned that you told her about my ideas for the column. That I'd even make a good writer."

His chest rose and fell and then he crossed his arms. "I know what you're thinking." He plunged on, "You think I'm out of line for talking to Anne. I did it for your own good."

He took her silence as her way of preparing to bark back at him. He continued, "Do you think you can be Richard's assistant forever? I know you really like working with him, but your world doesn't have to revolve around him."

"I hadn't planned on being Richard's assistant forever."

"That's good." He caught her eyes with his. "You have to take advantage of this opportunity. I know you think things are pretty good right now, but you need to think about your future." He put his hand on her shoulder. "You can't be an assistant for the rest of your life."

"I hadn't planned to be."

"Well, I'm glad to hear that. I really hope you take advantage of Anne's offer. I know you want to make your way into writing on your own and don't want to rely on other people, but there's no harm with a little help if it gets your foot in the door."

Elizabeth looked down at the plate of cookies in her hand. This was not going as well as she hoped. She had come up to thank him, but he was not expecting that. He was expecting her to be angry. William thought that she would be angry at him for helping her. How could she be?

"Elizabeth? What is that you're holding?"

She felt really stupid now. "I. . . uh. . . I have to go. You have a meeting."

"Wait," he held her arm, "What is it?"

She turned around, unable to meet his eyes. "I came here because. . . I wanted to thank you for. . . thinking of me when you spoke to Anne." She held out the plate of cookies to him.

William took the cookies and removed the foil cover. "Chocolate chip?"

"I know it's stupid. I-" She stopped herself and looked at him. "Thank you." She leaned in and kissed him.

"Mr. Darcy, your investors-" Sarah stopped at the door. "I'm so sorry."

Elizabeth stepped back. "It's alright. I'm leaving."

Sarah nodded and left them alone.

Elizabeth looked at William again. "Thank you." She walked out and was gone.

He looked down at the plate of cookies and then at the empty doorway Elizabeth had just walked through. He put the cookies down and walked to the door. Sarah met him with the group of Japanese investors. He did not see Elizabeth in the lobby and returned his attention to the meeting. He wondered what just happened?

William flew out of the elevator, hoping he could sort out what happened in his office two and a half hours earlier. During the meeting he kept replaying in his mind his conversation he had had with Elizabeth. Something had gone wrong. He just hoped it was not too late to fix whatever happened.

When William reached Elizabeth's desk, it was empty. He looked around for Marie, but she was also nowhere to be found. He thought perhaps they were in Richard's office. He proceeded to walk into Richard's office, but saw that he interrupted a private conversation.

"Sorry. I thought-"

Richard looked up. "It's alright." Charlotte took a step back. "Come in."

"I can come back later."

"No, it's alright. Come in."

William hesitated before he walked further into his cousin's office. He shuffled his feet before he explained, "I thought Elizabeth would be in here."

"She's gone." Charlotte said.

William's brow wrinkled. "Gone?"

Charlotte continued, "She went to visit her aunt and uncle. Elizabeth didn't tell you?"

"She did a couple days ago." He raked his fingers through his hair. "I didn't know she was going to be leaving in the middle of the day."

"Didn't she go to your office to say goodbye?"

"She came up, but she didn't say that she was leaving." He paced the room.

Richard's eyes followed William's pacing. "What's the matter?"

He stopped pacing and looked at Richard. "Why would anything be wrong? Did she say something before she left?"

Richard let out a deep sigh and Charlotte raised an eyebrow. She said, "Well, Elizabeth wasn't very. . . communicative about what happened upstairs. I thought maybe she wanted to keep things private."

"I thought she was fine when she left."

William rested his hands on his hips. "Alright."

He was about to turn around and walk out when Charlotte said, "But, it felt like she was holding something back."

"It did?"

Charlotte was pleased at William's eager interest. "I mean, if things went well, she would admit to it immediately."

"And she said things didn't go well?"

"She didn't say anything."

William sat in a chair and rested his elbows on his knees. "I think I might have messed things up."

Richard walked around to the front of his desk and sat at the edge. "Messed up? How could you mess up? Didn't she bring you chocolate chip cookies?" He crossed his arms. "She's never brought me chocolate chip cookies."

William buried his face in his hands and groaned.

Charlotte cleared her throat and stood next to Richard. "Yes, well, I think the fact that you're my boyfriend has something to do with it."

A small smile played on the corner of Richard's lips. "I'm your boyfriend?" He teased.

"You know you are."

He brushed his fingers across her forearm. "Yes, I am."

She swatted his hand. "Stop that. Can't you see your cousin has a problem?"

Richard looked at William. His face still buried in his hands. "Alright. What happened?"

He mumbled, "She baked me cookies."

"And that's a problem because. . ."

William dropped his hands away from his face. "She knows I like cookies and she went through all that trouble." He stood up and began to pace the room again. "She came up to deliver them herself. And what do I do? I picked an argument with her."

"You what?"

"I didn't intend to. I just thought. . . She mentioned that Anne had emailed her."

"Anne? Why-"

"I thought Elizabeth was upset about it, so I prepared an argument about why I told Anne-"

"Told Anne what?"

"That Elizabeth would be perfect for the job. That Elizabeth is the one who came up with the idea-"

"Will! What the hell are you talking about?"

He stopped pacing and looked at Richard and Charlotte. They both wore confused expressions on their faces. William sighed before he explained that a couple of days ago, Elizabeth had shared an article with him written from a male's point of view on relationships and that Elizabeth suggested that there should be a female's point of view to accompany the column. What Elizabeth didn't know was that the magazine the article was in, was a magazine that William's cousin, Anne happened to be the Assistant Editor in the Features Department.

Richard asked, "So, Elizabeth's going to be a writer for Anne?"

"It's just going to be a part-time thing."

Charlotte said, "We didn't get to talk about it that much, but she seemed eager about the opportunity. She called me after she read it this morning."

William cringed.

Richard said, "How did an argument come from this?"

"Well, it was more of me arguing and her just listening."

"Wait, Elizabeth just listened?" Charlotte gave him a look of doubt. "She didn't say anything?"

William explained that he had been talking for what seemed like several minutes about why he did what he did and how she should see it as a good opportunity and that she should take advantage of it, when he realized that Elizabeth was not arguing with him. "I think she was a little surprised. When I stopped talking, she handed me the plate of cookies and told me she just wanted to thank me for thinking of her when I spoke to Anne. Then. . ."

William did not speak for a minute. Tired of waiting, Richard prompted him, "Then what?"

He swallowed hard. "Then she kissed me and left."

"Wait, she kissed you?" Charlotte took a step forward. "What do you mean kissed you? Like on the cheek?"

William shook his head.

Charlotte's eyebrows shot up. "She actually did it."

"Did what?" The guys said in unison.

"Well," Charlotte shifted in her spot, "She had such a good time last night after dinner that. . . she wanted to make a move on you, but she wasn't sure how. Then I guess when she got Anne's email early this morning. . ."

William collapsed into the chair. "She was trying to make a move on me?"

Richard said, "I suppose those were some cookies."

Charlotte rolled her eyes. "I don't think things turned out the way Elizabeth had hoped."

"And I practically yelled at her."

"I'm sure you didn't yell at her." Richard tried to reassure him.

"I was quite defensive."

"Well, what kind of kiss was it?"

Both men looked at Charlotte with curious expressions. She continued, "I don't mean I want the particular details. What I mean was, was it the kind of kiss that left no doubt about what she wanted?"

William thought for a moment. Since the kiss was unexpected, he wasn't prepared to savor it. It was better than the first kiss which was the bartender's prize. If he had been more aware of what was going to happen like when they had kissed under the mistletoe, he probably would've been more responsive. But, was it a kiss that left no doubt about what she wanted? He couldn't say. It was sweet, but more than anything, it left him with the feeling that it meant something else. Reluctance? Sadness? He remembered the expression in her eyes after she had kissed him. Wounded.

William's crestfallen expression was enough for Charlotte to say, "I'm sure it's not as bad as it seems."

"She was starting to trust me. I blew it."

Richard said, "If I know Elizabeth, she's not one to let some words get her down."

"True," Charlotte continued, "Although I'm sure she's quite shaken up."

William rested his chin on his hand. "I'm an idiot."

Richard said, "I think you've already established that, so now what are you going to do to fix this?"

William could not help it and chuckled. He could trust his cousin not to allow him to wallow in self-pity. "I don't know. She's gone for two weeks. We had talked about continuing to email each other while she's away."

"I'm sure she brought her laptop with her, but I wouldn't count on her being online much especially when she'll be spending time with three young children." Charlotte said.

"I'll call her cell phone tonight."

"Eight o'clock would be a good time. The kids should-"

"Email?! Phone calls?" Richard interrupted them. "Why don't you just write her another letter by hand again and hope it gets there soon."

William and Charlotte stared at Richard. He continued, "I don't know about you, but I could not wait that long to resolve things face to face."

"Well, it's not like I can just stop by and barge in on her visit to her relatives."

Richard shook his head. "Have you forgotten where she went to?"

William thought for a second and when he realized the answer he looked at Richard with wide eyes.

"If you can't go to them, bring them to you." Richard said.

Charlotte said, "What are you talking about? They're in San Francisco."

William flew out of his seat and grabbed Richard's phone. In no time, he was connected to Mrs. Reynolds.

Charlotte asked, "What's going on?"

Richard smiled and asked, "Sweetheart, would you be interested in taking a trip to the wine country? I know of this quaint ranch we could visit."

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