Traynor led Jessie Belle upstairs to their bedroom.They relieved themselves of clothes, lit candles and soaked in the large Jacuzzi bathtub.“This feels good,” Jessie Belle murmured.Traynor agreed.“Do you remember your prom?”He glanced over at her. “Of course. I’m not that old.”Jessie Belle laughed. “I didn’t mean it that way, honey. I remember mine, too. It was nice, but it wasn’t great.”“My date ended up with chicken pox,” Traynor stated. “I went to the prom alone.”“That’s awful.”He nodded. “She was so upset about it. When she wasn’t contagious, I told her to get all dressed up in her prom dress—we went and had pictures done and my dad reserved a table at one of the best restaurants. We had a nice dinner and went dancing afterwards.”“That’s so sweet, Traynor. I’m not surprised, though. You’re a good man and very romantic. That’s one of the qualities I love about you. You inspire me to be a much better person.”“You have so much good in you, sweetheart.
