For those who love with the heart there is no such thing as separation.
—Rumi
Armageddon Sky
Andie and I are separated by what the weatherman calls the storm of the century.
She should have been home an hour ago and I'm worried.
I felt sorry for the delivery driver who dropped off the Italian food I ordered. I gave him a ten dollar tip and he told me I was his last delivery tonight because the storm was worsening.
As guilty as I felt for bringing that poor driver out in the storm, I felt far worse thinking about Andie, especially after Maggie tried to seduce me and passionately kissed me when she left.
I know i didn't give in and do something I'd regret, but whatever was I thinking inviting an attractive woman into the house while Andie was absent?
I mean, seriously, after Maggie's flirting with me the last time, being alone with her in the house was bound to lead to trouble—which it did, but I managed to resist...this time.
But if there's a next time, I might not be be so lucky.
The problem is that Maggie and Noah are the detectives on our case, supposedly investigating Bane and protecting us from any attacks.
But since Bane is mixed up in the black arts and is a practicing Satanist, the attacks aren't just physical but spiritual.
You can't lock the door and hide from demons or even run away to some safe place, because there is no distance in the spirit.
It's a challenge because you can't run or hide and the attacks aren't just physical.
I’m staring at the flooded road outside and debating whether to phone Andie’s real estate office to check on her whereabouts.
I’m tired and worried and famished and the food warming in the oven seems to add to my anxiety.
What if she’s stranded somewhere and there’s no cell service? Or, what if she’s delayed and can’t get through to tell me? The food will dry out and be ruined…
But that’s absurd…it’s the least of my worries.
And just as I’m thinking that, a pair of headlights flare in the window and Andie’s car pulls into the driveway.
I quickly grab the umbrella I’ve prepared and rush out to meet her, but we end up colliding on the slick driveway and the umbrella gets bent by the wind.
We’re both soaked and clinging to each other as I help her into the house. We’re locked in a tight embrace as if we’ve been separated for years instead of hours and both shivering from the cold but can’t stop kissing.
Finally, Andie becomes the voice of sanity. “We’re soaked and need to get out of these soggy clothes—let’s change into something dry and eat—the food smells delicious and I’m starving.”
Within minutes we towel ourselves dry, put on sweater and jeans and eat by the fire.
I’m feeling happier and more content than I’ve ever felt in my life and Andie’s eyes are shining back at me, brighter than the flames of the fire.
She’s home and safe and that’s all that matters to me.
The rain is pelting at the windows and the wind is wild, but inside our den we’re safe and warm and protected from all storms