Unforgettable

Straight from the Heart.  There was no one like Jennifer Delaney for a bit of
inspiration. If Steve Kantor wanted to see a play instead of a novel, he’d get a
play. With renewed energy, he began to read. Soon his fingers tapped the
keyboard, and by three o’clock in the morning, he’d shaped the first act.
No matter how long it took his logic-only love to listen to her heart, he’d be
waiting.
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At her crowded table in Maguire’s, Jen glanced at her watch for the third time
and then looked toward the door—again. If Doug didn’t show up pretty darn
quick, he’d starve. Tonight’s send-off for Matt and Liz had morphed into a party
of friends who’d taken up three tables and had already scoffed down platters of
wings and meatballs, not to mention beer. And now the wait staff was taking
dinner orders.
“Oh, well…” she murmured, “his loss.”
“Talking to yourself?” asked Alexis, “Or to the guy who just walked through the
door?”
Jen swiveled around, spotted Doug, and felt her tension ease. “It’s just that he
said he’d be here,” she protested, “said he wouldn’t miss it…”
Alexis laughed and patted her arm. “Man, you’ve got it bad. Doug seems like a
great guy. I hope it works out for you.”
“Thanks,” said Jen, watching Doug weave his way through the tables. “But I’m
not sure…”
“Typical,” Alexis replied with a dismissive wave. “You should have seen my

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sister after meeting John, who is now her husband. What a wreck she was.
almost-walking-into-walls kind of wreck. She was up, down and sideways. But
I’ve never seen her happier than now.”
“Really? Lisa and Mike were different,” Jen said, ruminating. “Crazy about each
other from Day One. It was only later…because of us…”
Alexis squeezed her hand. “Forget it. Live in the present. And speaking of
presents…here’s yours. Hi, Doug.”
“Sorry I’m late,” he said, after greeting the crowd in general. He slipped into the
booth across from Jen, leaned over and kissed her quickly on the mouth.
She responded as naturally as if they touched every day. Oh, God, this is too
easy. What am I doing? Is it just a habit? How will I know? Stop! Stop thinking.
There’s no rush.
“What a week,” continued Doug, smiling at her, “and the weekend looks almost
the same…except…for this.” He whipped out a pair of tickets. “A gift from the
theater management. Red Sox game tomorrow night at 7:05. Wanna go?”
“Of course, she does,” said Alexis.
“I’m right here, girlfriend.” Jen rolled her eyes at Alexis before turning her
attention to Doug. “I’d rather watch my brothers play in their summer league,
but since that’s out, I’ll settle for Fenway and the Red Sox.”
“Knowing your family, maybe one day, your brothers really will play at Fenway
Park.” Doug grabbed a lonely fry and popped it into his mouth. “Cold, but I’m
hungry. Worked through lunch. No finger foods for me tonight.”
“You’re too late anyway,” said Jen, “but now you’re in luck. Bonnie’s here to
take your order. Maybe she’ll feel sorry for you and rush it.”
She listened to him chat up their usual server, creating an instant rapport, and
was amazed at the amount of food he wanted.
He glanced at her when he was finally done. “What? What?”
“Is my expression so readable?” Jen asked with a laugh. “You’ve ordered

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enough for five people.”
“Tomorrow’s lunch is in there. I won’t have to waste time making something.”
He looked so pleased with himself, she wanted laugh. But she also wanted to
know more. “So, are you drowning or just totally immersed?”
“Totally immersed and feeling great. But always thinking about the deadline.
This baby opens in three short months. September 14
th
, to be exact. Mark it in
your calendar!”
She’d engrave it in her memory. “Looks like no summer vacation for you, that’s
for sure.”
“There’s always next year. This play’s more important now.”
“I understand that,” she said, nodding, but then teased, “so you won’t be jealous
when I’m at the Cape? I usually take long weekends, which seem so short! In
fact, the whole summer always seems to speed by every year. I guess I like the
beach!”
“Time’s a funny thing, Jenny. It’s elastic. It speeds by when you’re happy and
busy, and crawls when you’re miserable. When I first got to New York—
hmm….someday, I’ll tell you how slow motion feels.”
Their lighthearted conversation darkened. She’d thought he’d forget about her
with all the new challenges he’d faced in the Big Apple. She’d told herself what
they’d had was a puppy love. But the longing in his gaze at that moment put a lie
to that.
“Wow,” she whispered ruefully. “I knew it would be tough. but my idea wasn’t
meant to….”
His smile returned as though it had never disappeared. “Right now, I have an
idea you’re going to love.” He stood and called out to the couple of honor,
urging Matt and Liz to the table.
“How about you guys plan on a trip back here for opening night of The