One could say that Hawkins O’Brien is a most unusual person. For seven years his dreams have been saturated with his love for Erika. Just who is Erika? Hawk can’t remember. Is she real, or just a dream? What will happen to change Hawk and everything in his life when he finds out?
“I always have, since I first met you, you big lug. You are big, aren’t you?”
He laughed. “We have to go slow, remember?”
“I’ll try to. I guess I can wait for my storybook knight in shining armor.”
He kissed along her tattooed neckline. “You’re just in time for dinner. So rise up from my lap, you most gorgeous of all gorgeous ladies.”
The table was set for two.
“You knew I was coming. I am that open, aren’t I?”
He laughed. “I saw in your eyes my telling you not to come challenged you.”
“Challenged? I don’t understand.”
“Nobody tells a gutsy broad like you she can’t do something. I find that characteristic in you most attractive.”
“And my characteristic is also very predictable.”
“Quite. The steak won’t be ready for a few minutes so let’s take a better look at my bedroom. There’s something on a wall you must see.”
It surprised Shanna so much she became breathless. “Oh my God, it’s one of mine.”
“I purchased it yesterday, before I knew this weekend would bring us together.”
Templeton folded her into his arms. He kissed her neckline. She loved his closeness, his ability to inflame her with desire for his superb manly body. Control yourself, gal, before you jump this guy.
He held her even closer as they looked at what Shanna considered to be her love masterpiece. In the light of a giant moon two magnificent white unicorns walked side by side through a field thick with green ferns, passion pink hyacinths, sky blue forget-me-nots, golden yellow lilies, and yellow buttercups while being cautious not to trample the lush beauty around them.
Two eternal lovers with black eyes flashing, their golden manes flying in the flower scented breeze, their peppermint striped horns pointed to the sky. Together they would create a perfect love destined to become a legend.
Shanna had painted her creation while in the nude. Erotic thoughts of Templeton had guided her brushes, her right hand, her mind, her heart, made love to her and kissed her passion enflamed nakedness as he whispered love words in her ears.
“I’m terribly flattered, Templeton. Your buying one of my paintings means everything to me.”
“It finally struck me the unicorns were the two of us. Then I simply had to have it.”
“And may we simply have to have each other.”
“Slowly Shanna, slowly, remember? We’d better eat our steaks before they’re burned to a crisp, or before we forget about them and do what both of us want to do.”