Nightfall Honeymoonby VirginiaR.
Description: This is basically an episode rewrite of “All Shook Up.” What if the Nightfall Asteroid showed up while Lois and Clark were on their honeymoon? A romantic comedy.
This is a continuation of my
Green-Eyed Monster story. I hope it works as a stand-alone story as well, but I recommend reading GEM first, especially if you want the romance (how Lois & Clark meet and fall in love) before the honeymoon.
Set: This story takes place in the ten days between Parts 36 & 37 and the Epilogue of
Green-Eyed Monster. End of September 1994.
Rating: PG-13 for adult situations, not violence. I’m also posting a Nfic version (NC-17) on the other boards for those of you who appreciate a little steam with your honeymooners.
Length: I have almost completed this story. I've just finished writing part 18 of what I'm assuming will be 20 parts. There is also an Prologue and an Epilogue (not included in the parts total).
Disclaimer: I do not own these wonderful, sexy, and funny characters. I borrowed them from Jerry Siegel & Joe Shuster as they were portrayed on the
Lois & Clark: The New Adventures of Superman television series developed by Deborah Joy LeVine. I do not own Lois’s inner voice, whom I’ve nick-named IVY, Nymph of Mischief; I borrowed Lynn S.M.’s muse from
With Apologies to Female Hawk and she just won’t leave. (I mean, would you if you knew you could go on a honeymoon with Lois and Clark and could see and feel everything?) I borrow many lines of dialogue and many plot points from Bryce Zabel’s beautifully written and very entertaining episode: “All Shook Up” from the above-referenced television show. I do not claim to own them, but I have taken them and put them into a blender and come up with my own concoction. I would like to thank all the above-referenced writers, including Tony Blake and Paul Jackson whom I quote directly, for their inspiration.
Author's Note: This is set in my “What if...” alternative universe of
Green-Eyed Monster . (If you don’t want GEM spoilers, I recommend you stop reading and read that story first.) In this universe Clark is a package deliveryman with MDS, who didn’t go to college. Lois is a bookseller with Daily Books, who transferred out of journalism school after a nasty run-in with Linda King and the editor of the Met U’s student newspaper. Actually most of the familiar faces from the
Daily Planet (S1) have been working at the bookstore and sometimes contributing to Perry’s weekly newspaper
The Planet, named in honor of the
Daily Planet, which had been blown up in the 1970s by owner and billionaire Lex Luthor. The Kents raised their son in Metropolis, where they own a restaurant called MJ’s Café, while the Lanes raised their daughters in Smallville. Superman officially came on the scene approximately two weeks earlier, although he had been doing anonymous rescues prior to that. At the time of this story the Kents, Perry White, Lois Lane, Sam Lane, and Bill Henderson all know that Clark is Superman.
For those of you familiar with
Green-Eyed Monster, I have repeated two scenes from GEM – one here in the beginning of the Prologue and one in Part 1. I have changed the POV to keep them fresh. Just in case you were feeling a bit déjà vu-ish.
The PrologueThursday – NoonClark zipped over the boat pond at New York’s Central Park. He caught a glimpse of Lois before landing in a copse of trees and changing out of his blue suit. He wondered why she wanted to meet him here.
“Hi,” Clark said breathlessly, walking up behind her, a few moments later. There was something about his girlfriend that always seemed to take his breath away. He didn’t know if it was her beauty, her anger, or the fact that she actually seemed to love him. “Am I late?”
Lois’s smile grew into a full blown grin as her bag slid from her hand, and she enveloped him into her arms, pressing a kiss onto his lips that felt like the one burning inside him since the night before. Her touch relaxed him as he returned it. He could easily spend the rest of his life kissing this woman. Mayson had said that Lois told her that they were engaged. If only they were…
She then pressed her hands against his chest, dragging her lips from his. “I can’t do this anymore,” she breathed more than spoke. Clark could hear her heart racing and her blood pumping. From these physical changes, he knew she wanted him almost as much as he wanted her. “Come on. We need to talk,” she said, picking up the bag with the picnic stuff and then taking hold of his hand.
He didn’t want to talk. “I’d rather kiss,” he murmured, bringing her back to his lips.
Lois kissed him for another minute before drawing away again.
“I don’t want to stop,” Clark whispered.
“We don’t have time to keep this up, Clark. Let’s eat lunch,” Lois told him, dragging him away from the boat pond and towards the lawns of grass. She spread out the blanket and started to unpack the food.
Clark lay down next to her. Time, huh? What else did she have planned for them? Or did she just mean before he was due back from his lunch break? He plucked a green grape off the bunch she had just unloaded and bit into it. Lois released a moan of desire, causing him to smile. Wow. And all he had done was eat a grape. What else could he do to tempt her to leave the park and find them someplace private where they could be together? He picked another grape with a wicked grin, set it between his teeth, and glanced at her with bouncing eyebrows. Lois attacked him for a bite of grape, pushing him down onto the blanket.
He didn’t mind and deepened the kiss. The combined taste of Lois and the grape proved to be his undoing. Clark rolled them over, so that he was lying on top of her. “Let’s forget about lunch and go find a room,” he whispered hoarsely.
Lois pushed his chest. “No, Clark. I can’t… you can’t… Let’s eat and talk. I’ve got some pasta salad.”
Clark groaned. This woman was slowly torturing him. He knew if she kept this up, he was surely going to die from unfulfilled desire. He pushed himself up to a sitting position. “You’re killing me. Don’t you know what pasta does to me?”
She grinned at him. Evil, evil woman! She did know.
Lois pulled out some paper plates and piled them with sandwiches, pasta salad, chips, and fruit that Clark started to laugh.
He had never seen so much food. Was the food compensating or replacing something else? “Hungry, Lois?” he asked, taking his plate.
She gave him a desirous, slow burn of a gaze as another moan of longing escaped from deep within her. Yep, she wanted him almost as much as he wanted her. Yet, she couldn’t possibly want him as much as he wanted her. No one had wanted to make love more than Clark did at that exact moment. Clark set down his plate and kissed her again. Food forgotten, they laid down on the blanket. His fingers found her leg and the soft skin under her skirt.
Lois pushed Clark’s hand off her thigh and scrambled back to a sitting position, moving as far away from him as possible and still be on the blanket. She straightened her skirt and hair again and picked up her lunch. “I can’t do this anymore,” she told him again.
“Neither can I,” Clark agreed, pulling himself up on his elbow. All this unfulfilled sexual tension was killing him. He couldn’t think properly. He couldn’t concentrate. Reason had deserted him. He couldn’t believe he had touched Lois like that out in public. He needed her. He tilted down his glasses, gazing at her without a barrier. Maybe then she would see into his soul. “Which is why we should go find a room.”
Lois smiled at him, scooting farther away. “Stop it.”
He grinned and batted his eyelashes innocently. Oh, she liked him gazing at her without the glasses, huh? Good to know. Next time they were alone…
“Clark.” Lois placed a hand on his shin. Warmth danced up his leg from her touch. “If we start…” She swallowed.
“If?” he inquired. It was too late for an
if in their relationship.
She cleared her throat. “
When we start…” She took a deep breath and then continued. “I won’t be able to stop.”
Clark’s smile grew larger. “Who wants you to stop?” He certainly didn’t.
Her hand grabbed hold of his pants as she closed her eyes. Did her thoughts mirror his? He wondered. Then her eyes flashed open. “No. I mean for hours.”
“Hours?” he stammered.
Hours? Could a human make love for hours? He guessed he could, Kryptonian stamina and all, but…
Lois’s voice grew deeper as she fixed her gaze on him. “Countless hours.”
Clark gulped. “Oh.”
Guess they can.“So we need to talk,” she said, letting go of his pants leg.
Oh, God! Not with the talking again, Lois. We need action in this relationship, not more words.She closed her eyes again. “You love me, don’t you, Clark?”
Clark didn’t hesitate with his answer. “Since the first moment you looked at me and rolled your eyes at Cat. Yes.” He had told her that he wanted to spend his whole life with her within twenty-four hours of their first real kiss. How could she doubt that he loved her? True, he had been a dense idiot at times, but he was getting better. He hadn’t had a fit of jealousy – real jealousy – all week. He stared at her, all his desire rushing to the forefront of his mind.
Lois opened her eyes and swallowed.
Ooops. A bit much there, Kent.She stood up and started to pace.
Clark continued to lie on the blanket as his eyes followed her.
“And would you still love me if I came into a lot of money? Lots and lots of money?” She didn’t look at him as her hands rung together.
What was really going on here? He sat up, his face abruptly serious. “Lois, did you do something illegal?”
“Of course not!” she said, pressing her lips together.
Clark relaxed, yet he still drew his knees to his chest uneasily. Money was never something he would bring to their relationship. “Are you expecting to come into some money?”
“You never know,” Lois replied vaguely. “Would that change the way you feel about me?”
He chuckled. “I don’t think you’d let money change who you are inside. So, no, it wouldn’t stop how I feel about you.” Nothing could do that. He was passed the point of no return with Lois.
She sighed a breath of relief.
“Hhmmm, dating a rich girlfriend,” he teased her, popping another grape into his mouth. “I could get used to that. Would that make me your kept man?” He bounced his eyebrows at her.
Lois rolled her eyes. “And would you still love me if ever I got sick? I mean really, really sick. With hospitals and pills I have to take every day. You’d still love me?”
His snickers disappeared as his mouth suddenly went dry. Was Lois sick? Was that what this crazy day in New York was all about? Had her father discovered something when Clark had taken her there after rescuing her from Luthor? “Lois? Are you all right?”
She nodded nervously, still not looking at him. Something was definitely up. Lois was acting too strangely.
Right. Her question. She wanted him to answer her question. “Of course, Lois. Nothing could stop me from loving you.” Clark shifted to his knees and took hold of her arm, stopping her pacing. “Are you sick?” Please deny it. Please. He had just found her and convinced her to love him, the Fates couldn’t take her away from him now.
Lois waved his question out of the air.
Was that a ‘no’? “Lois?”
She turned and faced him. “Do you age, Clark?”
Clark felt like she had sideswiped him with the suddenness of the change in topic. “Excuse me?”
Lois knelt down next to him, taking his hands in hers and lowering her voice, “I know you’re strong and invulnerable, but does that mean you won’t get older?”
Was
that what was worrying her? Not her health or their financial instability? But something about him physically? Was that why she kept putting the brakes on moving forward in the intimate side of their relationship? “I don’t know, Lois. I never thought about it. I came here as a baby and I’ve aged regularly since then, but now?” Clark shrugged. “I don’t know what a Kryptonian’s life expectancy would be here on Earth.”
She placed her hands on his face gazing into his eyes as if she could see into his soul. “Would you still love me when I’m old, grey, and frail, stooped with age, and speckled with liver spots, if you still looked as you do today? Would you want to leave me and be with a younger woman with your liveliness, energy, spirit, and youth?” She swallowed. “Someone still attractive like you?”
How could she ever think that?!Clark cupped her jaw with his palm. “You say that like you could ever be unattractive, Lois, which is impossible. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever met and I will love you forever. It doesn’t matter how you or I might change with age or even if you or I should die. I will never be able to stop loving you.”
Lois stared him straight into his eyes.
He could hear her heart racing. This time he knew it wasn’t desire fueling its beat, but what?
She swallowed. “Then marry me.”
A metaphorical light bulb flashed in front of his eyes as a smile brightened his entire face. Mayson had been right; Lois did want to marry him. He tried to sound casual as excitement and joy filled him like never before. “I thought you’d never ask.”
Lois wanted to marry him. She didn’t care that he had no money. She didn’t care that he wasn’t human. She didn’t care that he had all these extra abilities and that he flew off without a moment’s notice to help people. She didn’t care that he was a complete idiot when it came to her and often said the wrong thing at the wrong time. She loved him and wanted to be with him forever.
Clark closed the small gap between them and took possession of her lips. Kissing Lois had always been the most sensual experience of his life. But, with the added knowledge that Lois loved him and wanted to be his wife, her kiss became a completely different experience – as if he were kissing her again for the first time.
Suddenly Lois jumped to her feet, grabbed all the food off the blanket and dumped everything in containers back into the bag, throwing everything else away.
There was that crazy woman again. What was up with her today? He didn’t need to be back to work, yet. They still had time. “Lois?” Clark asked, a startled expression surely covering his face. “What’s wrong?”
Lois shot him a grin. “Nothing. I just have some paperwork for you to fill out.”
Paperwork?She pushed him off the blanket, folded it up, and stuffed it into the bag as well. She held out her hand to Clark. “Let’s go.”
“Where?” he inquired incredulously.
“To get our marriage license, of course.”
***
Friday MorningLois had just stepped out of the shower when she heard voices in the other room.
“Clark! Forget Lois. Marry me!” gushed Lucy.
The older sister grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her wet head. Clark must have brought breakfast. As a true Lane, Lucy was also a sucker for any food either made by someone else or not from a box. Some would have thought the daughters of a doctor and nurse would have grown up on freshly cooked, nutritious food. Not at all. Lois had learned her lack of skills in the kitchen straight from her mom.
“Lois asked for a demonstration of my cooking skills as a prerequisite of moving our relationship forward, so I hope you ladies like omelets,” Clark explained and then added, “the sweet rolls are from my mom.”
Lois didn’t remember making any such demand, except in jest, but he would hear no argument from her if he wanted to be the designated cook in their relationship.
“Where’s Lois?” Clark then asked. “You two haven’t eaten yet, have you?”
Ah, there was his usual nervous streak this confident Clark was missing. For a minute there, she had thought Kal-El had arrived to cook breakfast.
He did. Don’t tell me we’re going to have this argument again, Lois’s inner voice drawled.
“Shower,” Lucy replied with what sounded like a full mouth.
“Don’t even think about it,” Lois warned under her breath, as she dried her freshly shaved leg and heard a corresponding chuckle from Clark.
You know, since he’s invulnerable, you really have no reason to shave your legs again. Actually, since he’s invulnerable, how does he shave? Does he even need to? Or is his face consistently bare like his chest? Or does he shave his chest too?Lois swallowed. She couldn’t imagine him shaving his chest. But Clark did shave his face. She remembered feeling a rough cheek against hers one of those mornings after they had spent the night together.
Yes, ‘spent the night together’ blissfully sleeping! groused her inner voice.
Why was she thinking these crazy thoughts?
Because at the end of the day you might be married to a man you really don’t know?Lois’s heart began to race. What had she been thinking asking Clark to marry her? Today?!
A knock on the bathroom door interrupted these thoughts. “Lois, omelets okay?”
Come on in! Lois is naked and needs a good morning kiss.Lois coughed and wrapped herself quickly in her fluffy robe. “Sounds wonderful, Clark.”
“What would you like in it?” he asked.
“Surprise me!” she replied, imagining herself opening the bathroom door and pulling him inside the steamy room for a kiss and that his hands would naturally slip inside her robe and… She started fanning herself with a fashion magazine her sister had left on the back of the toilet.
Oh, my! How could Lois even think of marrying a man who didn’t even know how she liked her eggs? What had she been thinking?
You weren’t thinking, so I took over.Oh, God! What had she done? She couldn’t marry Clark!
Maybe he’ll choose to stay in the Wanda Detroit room.Lois had made two reservations at the hotel: The Lexor Niagara. She probably shouldn’t have booked it at Lexco’s / Lex Luthor’s hotel, especially after the man had kidnapped her the previous week. Plus, Clark considered the billionaire to be personally responsible for ruining the Kent Family by constantly upping the rent at his parents’ Metropolis restaurant, MJ’s Café. But Luthor had accidentally killed himself and Lois had gotten a really good deal, because she worked at Daily Books, another one of Lexco’s companies. The more they could save on this honeymoon, the more money they would have left to spend on getting a larger, less-basement, less-tabloid-reporter-stalked apartment. And furniture, especially a bed. Clark had specifically mentioned the night before that the first piece of furniture they should buy was a real bed. He really hated her horribly rundown futon couch.
She had made the non-honeymoon room reservation was under the name Clark had suggested the other night for her alias, Wanda Detroit. A reservation for Lois Lane requesting a king sized bed might have garnered too much attention, especially since everyone thought she was dating Superman. The honeymoon suite, of course, was under the name Mr. and Mrs. Kent. She had told him the night before to choose which room he wanted to stay in.
Maybe Clark isn’t ready to buy the cow before tasting the milk.Lois pressed her lips together at this metaphor. She hadn’t appreciated the reference to her being a cow or the implication of ‘tasting the milk’.
Soorrry!“Behave,” she mumbled to her naughty thoughts.
“Excuse me?” Clark asked back at the door.
Lois gulped.
Did that man have to have such great hearing?“Nothing, Clark,” she called to him.
He probably heard you telling yourself he could suck on your toes anytime, too. You know, a few weeks ago, after that steamy dream I planted in your head.Her eyes widened as her lotion slipped out of her hands. He
had heard her. That was when he had dropped the juice. Superman
doesn’t drop things! “Clark, I don’t know if I can do this. I’ll never be able to have anything private from you again.”
She heard him laugh softly to himself. “You know, Lucy, your sister really surprised me yesterday.”
“Really? What’d she do?” Lucy asked.
Lois smiled at Clark addressing her worries by talking to her sister.
Sneaky wench. Lucy knows darn well what you did! You confessed everything to her – well, not Clark’s secret – everything else to her before you cried yourself to sleep.“The picnic lunch in the park. The weekend away. I never saw those coming,” he replied.
Of course, this was a two way street. You could always use that super hearing against him and tell him right now exactly what you are planning on doing to him later.Lois grinned wickedly. Tempting. So very tempting. She opened the cabinet under the sink to pull out her hairdryer. Only it wasn’t there anymore. That cabinet was full to the brim with boxes of condoms.
Thanks for the wedding present, Daddy.She tried to remember where she had put her hairdryer as her mind strayed back to Clark. “You keep listening to everything I mumble to myself and I’m going to start describe in detail to you what I’m doing right now.”
You’re looking for your hairdryer. That’s not sexy, Lois. It’s extremely unsexy.He didn’t know that though. For all Clark knew, she was still rubbing her freshly shaven, naked legs with lotion.
Clark cleared his throat. “Say, Lucy, do you know if Lois has a coffee grinder?”
Now, that’s just cruel, giggled her inner voice.
“How should I know?” blathered Lucy.
Lois opened the bathroom door a crack and waved to her sister. She saw Clark moving through her kitchen cabinets.
“What?” asked Lucy.
Clark glanced over his shoulder and saw her. No makeup. Hair unstyled and wet. Big fluffy robe. His smile grew exponentially as if he liked what he saw. He wore jeans and a t-shirt. No blue suit.
No extra layers!Lois broke eye contact first, knowing what would happen if they kept looking at each other like that, especially with her naked under her robe. Lois waved her sister closer. With a roll of her eyes, Lucy set down her sweet roll and approached.
“Can you bring me my clothes? The ones on top of my travel bag in the closet.”
Lucy groaned with annoyance but did as Lois requested. “I don’t know what you’re acting so strange for. It’s not like you’d be showing him anything he hasn’t seen before,” her sister hissed, pushing the clothes at Lois.
SPLAT went an egg on the floor of the kitchen.
Oh, yeah, you could have lots of fun with his super hearing.Lois heard Clark cuss under his breath as he went to clean it up. “Tell him it’s in the cabinet above the fridge.”
“What is?” Lucy’s brow furrowed.
“Found it!” Clark called. A few moments later the apartment filled with the scent of coffee and the loud sound of a grinder.
Lois quickly leaned over to her sister and whispered, “No, he hasn’t.”
Lucy’s eyes went wide. “You mean, you haven’t yet?”
Lois shook her head.
“Do you think that’s why Daddy suggested I should drive your car to Metropolis and keep an eye on you?” her sister whispered back.
Oh, yeah.Lois wanted to hit her head against the wall. “Do me a favor: never repeat that again. Especially in front of Clark. He already thinks Daddy hates him.”
“OK. How could anyone hate Clark? He’s cute. He cooks. He cleans. You said he was working three jobs to help out his folks. He’s a total sweetie! What’s not to love? Does he have a twin brother?” Lucy asked as the grinder stopped.
“Nope. Sorry, Sis,” Lois replied. “He’s one of a kind.” She closed the bathroom door. “And he’s all mine.”
Clark heard you!Lois sighed contentedly. She had wanted him to.
It was a good fifteen minutes later when Lois finally emerged from the bathroom dressed in a pair of tan slacks and a short sleeve black mock turtleneck that clung to her curves. Hairdryer found, she had been able to style her not-quite-shoulder-length hair just so. Her hint of makeup was perfect. Transformation from the monster he had seen before was complete. Clark still stood at the stove and the most wonderful smells permeated the apartment.
Lucy’s plate was already empty and she was leaning back in her seat, nursing the last of her coffee. “Lois! You’ve got to try this! I never knew food could be an orgasmic experience,” Lucy rambled incoherently.
Please don’t tell me my boyfriend gave you an orgasmic experience, Lucy!Lois ignored her as she went into the kitchen and wrapped her arms around Clark’s waist from the back, kissing his neck. “You’re hired.”
“But you haven’t tried it yet,” he said.
“My apartment isn’t filled with black smoke and firemen aren’t beating down my door,” Lois told him as he turned around and wrapped his arms around her. “That already makes you a better cook than me.”
“I’m sure you’re not that bad,” he murmured, kissing her. “Good morning.”
We must go stand-by for an earlier flight. Must have this man, now!“Go, sit down,” Clark continued before releasing hold of her. Suddenly, she felt bereft without his touch. In a daze, Lois did what she was bid.
What are you going to do if he says for you to cancel the honeymoon suite? Will you still want to go away with him after such a rejection? Even after telling him you would? Could you still make love to him, knowing he wasn’t ready to make a lifetime commitment to you today? I know I could, but could you?Lois didn’t know. She loved Clark, but after humiliating herself the night before by announcing she wanted to elope this weekend and having him say that he needed to think about it…
Clark turned around from the counter holding a red rose. He knelt down before Lois on one knee handing her the flower. “Lois Olive Lane, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”
Her heart stopped.
Um… Yes?When Lois didn’t respond, he continued, “I know I haven’t been the best boyfriend – a complete dense idiot at times, even – but I promise you I will spend the rest of my life proving to you that no one could be more deserving of your precious love than…”
Lois flew into his arms and she knew it was only his super strength that stopped them from toppling over. “Oh, Clark,” she whispered, kissing him. “Thank you.”
“Thank you? Lois! What kind of response is that to a marriage proposal?” scolded her sister.
I’m thinking the same thing.Clark understood though. He understood by making her wait for his decision had felt like torture for her. “I needed to get this,” he said to her unasked question, pulling out a ring. It wasn’t big or gaudy, but a plain simple band with a small diamond. She held out her shaking hand and let him slip it on her finger.
“How?” she stammered, knowing he couldn’t afford even this ring.
Clark gave a wary smile. “This was my Nana Clark’s ring.”
Lucy clapped. “Ooooh! You’ve got your something old!” She jumped up and ran into the bathroom, returning with an elegant hair clip. “Something borrowed.
Bor-rowed! You’ve got to give it back.”
Lois chuckled at her sister’s delight, but her eyes drifted back to the man whose knee she sat upon. “Got it.”
“Let’s see,” mumbled Lucy. “Something old, something new…”
“My dress is new,” Lois said, a slight flush coming to her cheeks. Yep, she had splurged and bought a dress on the off-chance that Clark would agree to marry her this weekend. Nothing fancy or meringue like, just simple, billowy and off-white.
“Okay. Old, new, borrowed and blue. Hmmm. Blue?” Lucy’s brow furrowed.
A smile crossed Clark’s lips as he gazed at Lois. “Got it.”
Lois pulled him to her and kissed him again. Holding him in her arms, she whispered in his ear, “You are bringing the suit, right?”
“Don’t fly home without it,” he murmured back against her neck.
The toaster popped and Lois suddenly found herself back in her seat at the table. “Breakfast!” Clark called, rushing into the kitchen.
Oh, you could certainly get used to him around the house. Wonder if there’s a room he isn’t good in? Doubting it.“You never told me what your father sent us,” Clark said, setting a scrumptious looking plate with an omelet, toast, and sliced strawberries in front of her.
Lois shot him a grin and then quickly looked away, her cheeks red. “You’ll see.”
Clark raised a brow at this vague answer.
Lucy looked between them, her arms crossed, and then her jaw dropped. “Daddy sent those?” She roared with laughter.
Lois took a bite of her food, avoiding his eye contact. “This is really good, Clark.”
Clark stared at Lucy before turning his gaze to his fiancée. “Those?”
“He is a bit over protective,” Lois mumbled. “And he’s a doctor...”
Clark blanched and then disappeared in to the bathroom; he returned two bites later. “Lois, there must be twenty…”
“Twenty-one if you count the box you bought,” Lois corrected softly, still avoiding his gaze.
“Things are looking up,” giggled Lucy.
Lois marked her sister for death with her gaze.
She is soooo moving out!“Ooooh, that reminds me. Mr. White gave me something for you guys,” Lucy said, getting up from the table. “He said since you weren’t going to make it to the all-store meeting on Sunday morning…” She started tossing stuff into the air and eventually returned with a #10 envelope with Lois and Clark’s names on it, handing it to Clark. “It’s probably information on the holiday sales promotions for the store.”
“But I don’t work for Daily Books anymore,” Clark said, staring at the envelope. He turned it over and paused. “What’s this?” He held up the envelope to Lois.
Across the back flap Perry had written,
Do not open until after the wedding.“I may have mentioned something of my plans to Perry,” Lois replied with a shrug. “When I went to tell him I wasn’t coming into work this weekend.”
Clark shook his head. “I can’t believe it. Even Perry knew before me.”
Lois reached over and touched his hand. “How about we go to the airport after breakfast and see if we can get an earlier flight?”
He raised a brow and grinned. “Now, there’s an idea.”
*** End of Prologue *** Part 1G Comments
