*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
“Talk to me Blake,” Seth pleaded with her unable to sit back and do
nothing as her tears consumed her. With each tiny sob she made, his
heart ached for her as he safely pulled his car off the road reaching out
to touch her shoulder gently softening his tone as he spoke to her, “Blake
please…”
“Seth,” she turned her teary blue eyes in his general direction as
a low whimper built up in the back of her throat, “oh Seth.”
“Hey,” he unfastened his seatbelt unable to resist the urge to comfort
her as undid her seatbelt as well before pulling her into his arms more
completely, “Blake, talk to me sweetheart. What happened?”
“Seth it was horrible,” she sobbed curling her fingers into his shirt
as she buried her face in his chest, “Zack was just so cold and then that
woman…that horrible, wicked woman…”
“Blake, what woman?” he questioned in confusion as he sobs continued
growing harder by the moment as she seemed to be breaking into a world
of hysterics.
“How could he say those things? How could he think them especially
after we…after he…and I… I mean I knew what it would mean to get
involved, but I just didn’t think…and now…and he…oh God, I’m such an idiot,”
Blake continued with her ramblings not making any sense as Seth just tried
to comfort her with the embrace he’d had her in. “I just don’t get
it. I mean after all those years…after all this time, and…
I mean why would he…how could he…”
“Blake, what did Zack do,” Seth questioned already hating to ask the
question as he thought to the man that had swept Blake up in their falling
out and his body tightened with a quick jolt of anger, but he inhaled a
slow breath reminding himself that he couldn’t dwell on the past as all
that mattered was being there for Blake in the moment they were having.
With that thought in mind, he reached out to touch her cheek urging her
to meet his dark, concerned eyes as her own sad sapphire eyes tore him
up inside. Her lower lip was trembling and the tears spilled down
her cheeks as she looked like a woman broken by circumstances--very much
in the same way she’d faced him down the last time he’d really tried to
reach her heart once again, only this time the tears weren’t for him.
They were for another man--a man that Blake clearly felt something for
on a deeper level than Seth would care to admit to himself.
“He just…” she began finding herself at a loss as a tiny whimper rushed
over her and she burst into another round of tears leaving Seth with only
one option and that way to hold her until she came to terms with whatever
it was that was tearing her up inside as she didn’t seem to be in the position
to want to talk about it.
“Shh…” he whispered bringing his fingers through her hair as he rocked
her gently in his arms keeping her close to him as he found himself wishing
above anything that he could get his hands on Zack Vaughn and show him
a thing or two about how to treat a woman like Blake, but now none of that
mattered as she was here in his arms and it was up to him to change the
way she was feeling in this moment.
“Oh Seth,” she sniffled as her tears began to die down and his hands
curved in over her spine in a tender gesture as his eyes took in the world
outside his car for the briefest of moments before an idea struck him.
“Blake, listen to me,” Seth urged cupping her face in her hands, “you
have to trust me right now when I ask you to do something for me…”
“Seth, I don’t know…” she started her eyes growing wide at his request
as she opened her mouth to speak, but he silenced her with his index finger
before leaning forward and kissing her forehead before pulling away from
her and getting out of the car. She watched in confusion as he circled
around the car opening the door for her as she shook her head in protest.
“Seth, I’m not going out there,” she began to argue with him feeling
him tugging on her arm as he managed to coax her out of the front seat.
“Yes you are and hey don’t worry, it’ll just be you and me,” he promised
standing in front of her as his brown eyes fixed down into her, “but first
I need you to do me one more favor and it’s a biggie.”
“Seth, I’m hardly in the mood for favors right now,” she started to
protest as he leaned in towards her silencing her protest with a quick,
tender kiss.
“I know that babe, but just do me this one favor and I swear to you
that you won’t regret it,” he whispered as he leaned in over her watching
the curiosity brewing behind her eyes.
“Okay,” she nodded feeling her heart thudding in her chest with a strange
mixture of sadness and curiosity as the warmth of Seth’s breath spilled
over her features.
“Close your eyes,” he instructed as Blake wondered if she should protest,
but despite her confusion about the situation, she did as instructed feeling
him curl his arm around her body as he pulled her up off the ground into
his arms. She thought to open her eyes and put an end to whatever
was on his mind, but as her eyelashes began to flutter, she heard him speak
smoothly over the base of her neck.
“Blake, trust me…” he whispered in a low, seductive tone as Blake felt
a change in temperature as it was obvious that they were no longer outside
anymore. She started to question their location, but before she had
a chance to Seth set her down on her toes once again, breathing against
the back of her neck, “I’ll be right back. Just keep your eyes closed
and promise me that you’ll think of a place where things are less chaotic…a
place where the problems that haunt you today will fade away for a little
while and when you find yourself in that place, then and only then will
the pain of the moment pass.”
“Seth…” she spoke his name feeling him step away from her as the silence
surrounded her.
Blake began to think about the things that were haunting her, the way
that Zack had shunned her, the misery that came from losing Seth, of having
Caitlin’s life hanging by a thread, but as she found herself close to being
overcome by grief, the soft sounds of a smooth ballad filled the room surrounding
her with a familiar warmth and she couldn’t help but open her eyes seeing
the room around her. It was filled with a fluffy cloud-like atmosphere
and instantly she was transported back to the last time Seth had brought
her to this very place to dance in the clouds. Certainly things had
been different back then, but now as he emerged from behind the DJ booth,
he approached her with a sexy smile saying nothing as he extended his arm
out to her.
“Blake,” he whispered her name as if he’d been nothing more than a
dream as he offered her his hand once again, “Dance with me…”
She opened her mouth in protest, but felt herself drawn to this moment,
to the feeling that accompanied being in this place with Seth once again.
Without a word, she offered him her hand feeling him pull her into his
arms as they danced among their own intimate version of a fairy tale brought
to life. He positioned his arm around her waist, allowing his fingers
to slip over the small of her back as her gaze drifted up over him.
Her heart was fluttering in her chest as the corners of his mouth lifted
in the beginnings of a smile. His free hand rose up to touch her
face gently caressing the smooth contours of her features before he tipped
in towards her leaning in as though he was going to kiss her before the
melody picked up and Seth spun her away from him twirling her with the
music before drawing her in against him again with such a suddenness that
a gasp fell from her lips.
Seth searched her eyes for a moment bracing himself for her reaction
as a surprising grin spilled over her beautiful face. She placed
her hand over his chest moving in closer to him, before she pulled back
twirling once again. A tiny giggle seemed to come from her parted
lips as he collected her in his arms once again, dipping her with a whoosh
before capturing her besides him on the middle of the dance floor as the
music ended and another song began.
“Seth,” she breathed feeling her pulse racing as their dance had stirred
up so many familiar memories inside of her and in that instant she found
herself suddenly aware of the strength of his arms wrapped around her.
“Yes,” he questioned lazily as he felt her finger tips fan out over
the muscled contours of his arms, leading up over his shoulders as she
stood up on her tiptoes feeling the sudden urge to get closer to him as
they remained in one another’s arms.
“Thank you,” she breathed unable to take her eyes off of him as he
lifted her up just a bit so that they were at eye level with one another.
“No, thank you for trusting me,” he replied turning his attention to
her mouth once again as the strong desire to kiss her swept over him.
He found himself wanting nothing more than to savor the connection between
them, but as he thought of her tears--of her problems with Zack, he began
to lower her to the ground once again.
“No, don’t…” she curled her fingers over his shoulders shaking her
head in protest as he stopped mid-movement, “not yet…”
“Blake,” he gave her a sideways glance as she inched in towards him.
“You promised me when I found that place where I could forget the world
that you’d take me there,” she breathed sending a shiver over his spine
at the boldness of her words as her lips hovered over his, “and I want
you to take me there Seth.”
“Blake I…” he was silenced by her kiss as she’d transformed right before
his eyes from the wounded woman to the enchanting princess that he’d dreamt
about night after night since they’d parted ways. Now as the sweetness
of her soft, supple lips beckoned him with their sweet temptation, he hugged
her in closer to him wanting nothing more than to keep this connection
between them alive forever.
Blake’s arms curled around him more completely as she thought about
the first moment his lips had touched hers back in that garage when they’d
been trapped underneath the car. Even now that moment stuck with
her in the back of her mind as he held her in the warmth of his arms.
A soft sigh erupted from within her as she parted her lips urging him to
take the kiss a step further as her tongue tasted the sexy spiciness of
his mouth, remembering oh too well how good it was to be lost in his arms.
Even now as his hold on her constricted, she wanted nothing more than to
stay in this moment with Seth, remembering how good they’d had it before
everything went so horribly bad between them.
Seth’s arm dropped down below her waist scooping her up within his
arms more completely as Blake curled her legs around his waist, sinking
her fingers into his hair as she coaxed his mouth into a deeper union between
them. Unable to fight what it felt like to be holding her, he carried
her across the room setting her atop the bar that sat at the far end of
the dance floor, but as the music played he reminded himself of all the
reasons why entering something like this with Blake today of all days would
be all wrong for them and reluctantly he tore himself away from her sweet,
tantalizing lips.
“Blake wait,” he inched back, breaking the contact between them as
he sought out her hands bringing her fingers up to his lips to drop tender
kisses upon them as her blue eyes sparked with confusion and a moment later
a flicker of sadness as he continued to place feathery light kisses over
her skin, “Sweetheart, we can’t be carrying on like this…” he paused choking
up on his words, “at least not while your heart is in turmoil as the fact
remains that I love you and I’ve always wanted something magical between
us…”
“Seth, I was just…” Blake began to explain feeling a wash of embarrassment
flood over her as she sat on top of the bar, her thighs still hugging Seth’s
body close to her as she slowly slipped back to reality cursing herself
for allowing things to get so out of hand between them. She turned
her face away from him as if to shield herself from what she was feeling
in the moment as his fingers beckoned her, urging her to look at him once
again and truly see him in this moment between them.
“Blake I love you,” he whispered tenderly as his dark eyes filled with
the emotions that he’d struggled so hard to contain during their time apart,
“but right now I know how you’re hurting and I know you’re confused.
You’re upset with Zack and while most men would take advantage of this
situation seeing it as an opportunity to win back the woman they love,
well I won’t put myself in that position as I swore to you a long time
ago I wouldn’t hurt you and I meant it,” he sighed heavily feeling their
past come back to haunt him, “I did it once before by being impulsive and
careless, but I refuse to go down that path with you again as you mean
far too much to me.”
“Seth, nothing was going to happen,” she eyed the floor trying to still
the racing of her heart, “It was just a dance and the music and we got
carried away in the past…”
“Even so that in itself speaks volumes about our future Blake,” he
reached out to her coaxing her to see into him once again, “and deep down
you and I both know that we have one of those ahead of us. We have
a future that will be there for us when you’re ready to face what’s going
on in your heart--to face what you feel about me and most of all, it’ll
be there when you’ve seen what’s inside here,” he placed her hand over
his heart as his breath escaped his lips in a slow, poignant sigh, “only
then will we be able to get back what we lost and be together without any
reservations as that’s all I’ve ever wanted for us Blake.”
“What you’re asking out of me, well you know what will happen when
we leave here,” Blake pointed out feeling a sadness wash over her, “When
you take me home, the world goes back to the way it has been and things
won’t be like they are in this moment.”
“I realize that,” he nodded painfully, “but what I also realize is
that I’m willing to take the risk that despite what’s going on out there,
you’ll find your way back to me and when you do, we’ll truly have everything
that we thought we’d lost so long ago.”
“Seth, I don’t know if that’s possible anymore…” Blake began to argue
with him.
“Maybe there’s more possibility out there for us than you’re willing
to admit,” he challenged arching an introspective brow before tipping in
to kiss her forehead, “and perhaps when everything blows over you might
reconsider the place I hold in your life right now, but if when everything
is said and done, you still want me out of your life, then I won’t stand
in your way as your happiness is truly the one thing that matters to me
Blake,” he squeezed her hands gently bringing them up to his lips again,
“as in loving you, I’m willing to do whatever it takes in order to help
you find that kind of joy in your life even if it means you leave me behind
and never look back.”
“Seth, as much as I wish I could do that, I know that I can’t…that
I’ve just been fooling myself to believe that I could forget you,” Blake
started revealing pieces of her heart on a whim as he lifted his index
finger to her lips to silence her.
“Then take that with you and don’t make an impulsive decision right
now based on your anger and confusion with Zack,” Seth urged her on, “because
Blake the next time we’re together again…if we’re together again, I’m never
letting you go as I’m in it for keeps and until you can give me that, then
I’m not going to push you for anything more than this friendship between
us. Now, how about we finish up here and I take you to get a quick
bite to eat on the way home?”
“Actually, I think I’d just really like to go home right now,” she
decided feeling herself on shaky ground with Seth as her heart was tugging
her in various directions. “It’s been a very long day.”
“Then let’s work on getting you home,” he helped her down from the
top of the bar hoping that somehow he wasn’t making a mistake in choosing
this path with her as it had taken everything in him to pull himself away
from keeping her in his arms forever, but as he thought of what she was
going thru, he refused to be the man that stepped in and took advantage
of a bad situation in making it worse. Zack Vaughn had done that
to him and he’d be damned if he stooped to that level with Blake as if
he was going to win her back, he was going to do it the right way leaving
no room for uncertainty in her heart as he was confident that their love
would find a way to beat the odds…at least he had to cling to that hope
as the thought of losing Blake forever was too much to bear.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Johanna sat on a sofa and crossed her legs. She watched Zack as she adjusted the hem of her skirt, “So, Blake’s the new woman in your life, huh?”
“Let’s not start this now,” Zack began as he ran his fingers through his hair.
“You already did, Zack. You led her to believe that we were together in someway,” She watched him carefully as he stood near the doorway, “You brought me into this, and I just want to know if you love her.”
He shifted his attention to her, “What?”
“It’s a simple question, Zack. Do you love Blake?” She asked as she eased forward gently, “Are you in love with her?”
“I’m not going to get into this with you. My relationship with Blake is none of your business,” He declared as he paced across the room.
“Right now, it is my business. In case you missed what happened earlier, Blake thinks that we’re involved, and if you’re going to use me to keep your girlfriend in line, I’d like to know about it.”
He turned to look at her once again, “Jo, it’s not like that.”
“That’s exactly what it’s like,” Johanna stood and closed the distance between them, “Isn’t it?”
“Jo, it’s just,” He began then paused.
“What? That you’re pissed off at her so you thought you’d just use me to push her away?” She shook her head, “I’m not willing to be a pawn for you to play with to manipulate your new girlfriend.”
“That’s not what I intended,” He ran his fingers through his hair again in frustration, “I just…so many things…” He groaned out loud, “Jo, I’m so confused right now. I can’t even think straight right now.”
“Hey,” Johanna reached out to him, lightly placing her hands upon his shoulders, “You’re exhausted. You should go home and get some rest.”
“I can’t,” He began to shrug out of her hold.
“Yes, you can,” She spoke as she seized his cheeks in her hands, “Zack, you’re exhausted. You’re not making any sense, not even to yourself. Caitlin would never want you to risk your own health just to be near her. She would want you to take care of yourself so you could look after her. Right now, she’d be kicking your ass for being too stubborn to admit what’s right for you.”
Zack searched her eyes for a moment before he sighed heavily, “I am tired. Maybe I will go home for a little while to relax.”
“And just how do you expect to get there?” She asked as she watched him begin to fumble for his keys.
“I’ll drive,” She took his hands in his, “You’re in no condition to be behind the wheel.”
“You don’t even know where I live,” He pointed out.
“Well give me directions before you pass out on me,” She instructed with a soft smile, “Come on, you,” She wrapped her arm around his waist and began leading him out of the waiting room.
“I need to tell Mom and Dad where I am,” He said as he attempted to stall.
“I’ll call the ICU desk once we get you home and settled. They’ll let your parents know where you are,” She assured him as they stepped into an elevator. She pressed the button for the parking garage as she watched him lean against the wall of the elevator. She reached out to him and lightly slid her hands along his chest, “You poor thing,” She said sadly as she reached up to his cheeks, “We’ll get you home and tuck you in. You deserve some sleep.”
Zack reached out to her and lightly cupped her cheek in his hands, “You’ve been so good through all of this. I don’t even know where to begin in thanking you.”
Jo closed her eyes as she savored his touch, “I love you, Zack. I wouldn’t be anywhere else but right here by your side.”
He eased his thumb over her cheek bone before drawing her close to him and hugging him to her. He pressed a kiss to her temple as he held her.
The doors opened to the elevator and Ria raised a curious brow from the doorway, “Dr. Vaughn.”
“Dr. Mehran,” Zack spoke as he stood upright, still holding Johanna to his side.
“Going home?” Ria asked, surprised by the intimacy between Zack and his companion.
“Yeah, I am. Good night,” Zack spoke as he held Johanna to his side and walked out of the hospital.
Ria watched the two leave together and wondered just what kind of man Dr. Zack Vaughn truly was and if Blake Ashford was aware of just how much of a player the good doctor could be.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Cameron stepped out into the cool night breeze and closed his eyes, relishing the fine mist of the ocean at it drifted through the air. He had anticipated this day feeling like a victory on many levels, but he’d never intended to actually enjoy his bride. Sure she was beautiful, but he didn’t have to get married to have a beautiful woman on his arm. Women were always willing to throw themselves at him for power, position, and money. Marrying Heather had simply been a means to an end so it was quite advantageous that she wasn’t as brainless as the tabloids made her out to be.
“It feels so good out here,” Heather smiled as she joined him on the deck, “The air is so fresh and clean,” She sighed happily, “This really is paradise.”
“I’m glad you’re enjoying your stay on the island. I’ve always found this place to be very relaxing,” He spoke as he turned to watch her and leaned against the railing, “After everything that’s happened in the last few weeks, I think we both needed a chance to relax.”
“I whole heartedly agree,” She took a deep breath as she closed her eyes to savor the island atmosphere, “Besides, this gives us a chance to be together without interference. We can really start making some progress is making this a real marriage.”
“I couldn’t agree more,” He agreed as he studied her, “You’re not what I thought you would be at all.”
“Do I even want to know what you thought I would be?” She asked as she turned her attention to him.
“To be honest, after all the stories I’d heard about your exploits with Brant Ashford, I had this vision of an airhead in my head, but you’re not that at all. You’re intelligent though I think sometimes you allow people to use their expectations of you to shape the way you act before them,” He observed, “There have been rumors swirling around that you were difficult to get along with, but I haven’t found that to be the case at all. It’s true that we didn’t hit it off right away as we did have our differences, but we’ve found a way to move past that.”
“Yes, we have,” She smiled, “You know I’ve heard all the rumors about you as well. There are plenty of rumors about you being cold, heartless, and ruthless, but I’ve found just the opposite to be true. You’ve welcomed me into your home, and you’ve given me and my child a chance to have a real family. I can’t even begin to tell you how much this means to me,” She paused as she reached out to him, “But maybe I can at least make a start on showing you.”
Cameron searched her eyes before she closed the distance between them and drew his lips to hers. He slipped his arms around her and pulled her close to him as he explored the exotic sweetness of her mouth. He certainly knew why Kipp had fallen prey to her as she was very sweet poison.
Heather eased her arms around his neck as she pressed her body against his. Her husband was a very attractive man, and she was going to take full advantage of that fact.
“Heather,” He whispered softly as their lips parted, “You don’t have to do this to thank me.”
“I’m not doing it to thank you,” She admitted with a grin, “Actually, I’m doing it because you are one damn sexy man, and this is our wedding night. I fully intend to have a proper honeymoon night, understood?” She asked as she began to deftly pluck open the buttons of his shirt.
He grinned at his bride’s bold gesture. If a proper honeymoon night was what she wanted, he certainly wasn’t going to deny her, “Well then, we should do this right,” He spoke as he swept Heather into his arms and carried her back into the house, “After all, a proper honeymoon does require some traditions to be upheld,” He said with a smile as he walked through the house.
“Hmmm, I’ve never been much for tradition, but I’m enjoying the hell out of this one,” Heather laughed softly as she held onto her husband, looking forward to exploring the roles of man and wife much more thoroughly.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
“Well this is just wonderful,” Brant grumbled feeling the ice pack upon
his skin as he nearly cringed upon contact. He reached up to take
the cold compress from Annie’s hands as he threw out an apologetic look,
“Annie, I can take care of this one here if you don’t mind.”
“Brant, I’m really worried about you,” she frowned eyeing him intently
as she thought to coming home from her evening walk with Peanut only to
find him laid out on the ground in his weight room looking desperately
in need of a trip to the emergency room, but before she could call for
help, he’d awaken once again and insisted that his minor accident wasn’t
enough for him to head on down to the hospital in the thick of chaos.
“It’s nothing,” Brant shook his head fighting to suppress the groan
that had overtaken him as he thought of the disaster that had taken place
in front of Avery. As if it wasn’t bad enough that she was already
married to Russell, but then to have Shannon compound the situation exponentially
by throwing down on him like a woman clearly in unbridled lust, well it
was enough to make his chances of getting through to Avery a whole hell
of a lot slimmer as Russell certainly felt he was at a distinct advantage
now.
Hmm, he thought to himself as his frown deepened and the ache from
Shannon’s punch vibrated through the side of his face, maybe this was a
perfect time to take action against the FBI. Granted he may not be
able to get what he wanted in terms of being with Avery right away, but
it couldn’t hurt to throw out a sexual harassment suit against Shannon
for her atrocious behavior and maybe just maybe with Avery working with
him at his side, she would see that he wasn’t the least bit phased by Shannon
or what she was doing…at least not in the area of anything other than repulsion.
Well, maybe that wasn’t entirely true as Shannon had always possessed a
certain talent that had excited him, but he could quite easily skip over
that detail while he and Avery worked side by side to rid Shannon from
their lives. Yes, that did sound like a swimmingly wonderful idea
indeed, he reasoned with a goofy grin as Annie waved her hand at him with
obvious concern.
“Brant, did you hear a word I just said to you,” she questioned as
he blinked up at her shaking his head in response.
“No, I’m afraid not,” he admitted honestly, “I’m sorry about that Annie.
What were you saying?”
“I said that I really don’t think it’s a good idea for you not to do
something about that accident you had as it’s not like you to have those
kind of things happen while you’re working out and if that weight truly
bumped you like you said it did…”
“Annie, I’ll be fine,” he began to rose up on his feet feeling a bit
shaky before he sat back down again not willing to chance it, “and hey
you’re always saying that you wish I’d get a little sense knocked into
me, so maybe this was the key to doing it.”
“I have never said such a thing Brant,” she replied seemingly offended
by his remark as concern washed over her features, “as all I’ve really
wanted was for you to find some peace and tranquility in your life.”
“I’m working on it,” Brant promised reaching for her hand and offering
up a tiny grin, “believe me on that.”
“Oh I’m sure you are as you’re always working some kind of angle,”
Kenneth sneered entering the kitchen area and glaring at Brant as he quickly
discarded his coat, “as it isn’t run any other way with you, now is it?”
“Well gee look what the cat dragged in,” Brant rolled his eyes at his
brother, “and here I thought the night was just picking up.”
“Oh I can pick it up for you,” Kenneth hissed in response stepping
towards him, “but I’d much rather lay you flat out on the ground for being
the pompous ass that you are.”
“Take a number and stand in line because I’m not in the mood to listen
to your incessant whining tonight Ken,” Brant rolled his eyes forcing himself
up out of the chair as he threw out a glare in his brother’s direction,
“I’ll take it that your girlfriend’s condition isn’t improving there judging
by your snippiness.”
“What’s going on with Caitlin is none of your business seeing as all
you’re concerned about is destroying her,” Kenneth lunged towards him as
Annie shifted uneasily between them throwing her hand out to prevent Kenneth
from attacking Ken.
“Ken, perhaps you should calm down for a moment,” she suggested in
her motherly tone.
“No, I don’t think I should seeing as Brant has done nothing, but made
a fine mess of each and every one of our lives since he decided now would
be the perfect time to start yet another Ashford drama by pushing himself
on a woman who wasn’t interested.”
“I didn’t push myself on anyone,” Brant argued with him as he felt
a pain overtake the left side of his face.
“Right and I’m supposed to believe you were just playing around and
got that bruise that’s forming huh,” Kenneth half questioned as he let
out an ironic laugh, “Let me guess you made another play for Avery knowing
full well she’s a married woman and Russell came over to deal with it.”
“Russell couldn’t deal with his own head…even if it wasn’t wedged up
his ass already,” Brant shot back sarcastically.
“Oh I think Russell is on to you just like Caitlin was and that’s why
you hate her so much. That’s why you went out of your way to hurt
her and destroy her like you have…” Kenneth shouted in response unable
to contain the anger building up inside of him.
“I didn’t do a damn thing to your girlfriend,” Brant threw back at
him with a huff, “and while I don’t think too fondly of her, what happened
to her was not tied into me. I didn’t put her in that coma nor do
I know who did.”
“But if you had I’m sure you’d be patting him on the back right now
for him putting her in that place, wouldn’t you?” Kenneth threw out at
him, “As all you do is care about yourself Brant…just like Nicholas did
as you’re just like him…”
“You son of a…” Brant charged towards Kenneth as Annette pushed her
way between the feuding brothers.
“Boys, that’s enough,” Annie she scowled at the both of them turning
her head to shake it with heavy disapproval at them, “this isn’t helping
anything and for you two to tear one another apart on the kitchen floor
is only going to make this situation worse. Now while you both have
had a rough couple of weeks beating the pulp out of one another most certainly
isn’t going to erase what’s happened, so I strongly suggest you both stop
behaving like children and start conducting yourself like adults.”
“Brant doesn’t have even the faintest of notions about what that means
in a situation like this,” Ken remarked bitterly, “as all that matters
is what Brant wants.”
“Ah yes and we have poor little Ken the martyr,” Brant rolled his eyes,
“Don’t you ever get sick of playing the same sob story over and over again?”
“Brant,” Annie called out his name with heavy dismay.
“Well it’s true,” Brant took a step back away from the both of them,
“and I’m tired of having to defend my actions to Mr. Goody Two Shoes over
there as I’ve been doing it long enough. Look Ken if you’re going
to be envious of me for living my life, then maybe it’s time you stopped
whining about what I’m doing and start worrying about your own miserable
existence.”
“I was quite content in my life until you up and destroyed the good
things I had going in it just like you always do Brant.”
“No, Ken, you can sit here and say a lot of things, but the mistakes
you make in your life are all on you,” Brant threw back at him.
“If you didn’t get Caitlin and I involved in your drama with Avery…”
“You chose to get involved as no one asked you to be there,” Brant
reminded him with a darkness in his tone, “I didn’t ask anything of you,
but you chose to push yourself into the situation and you brought on what
happened after you and your girlfriend decided to play referee to what
was happening between Avery and I. No one asked you to do that Ken
and if you want to blame someone for the fallout you and Caitlin had, then
blame yourself as my love life isn’t any of your business.”
“Gee Brant, see now that’s where we have a difference of opinion since
you keep flashing it all around for the media there making it the world’s
business and I’m left to clean up the messes,” Kenneth answered flatly
as his frustrations mounted, “I’m sick of having to fix the problems you’ve
created Brant just because you’re too much of an arrogant idiot to be a
man and accept defeat.”
“When I’m in a position where defeat is eminent, then I’ll accept defeat,
but until then don’t tell me how to live my life as your opinions and guidelines
for how you think I should be conducting things aren’t wanted,” Brant huffed
turning and leaving the kitchen as Kenneth swore under his breath before
waving his hand at Annie wildly.
“Do you see what I have to put up with on a daily basis? I mean
honestly why in the world do I have to get stuck with that when I have
other things that need more attention than Brant’s latest media frenzy,”
he groaned slumping down at the kitchen table burying his head in his hands
at the thought, “It just isn’t right.”
“No, it’s not, but Ken I’ve told you time and time again that Brant
has to lean by making his own mistakes.”
“Yeah well when they’re going to cost the rest of the family their
hopes of happiness, then it gets to be too much,” he sighed heavily thinking
to the current situation he had going on with Caitlin.
“Even so Kenneth, what Brant is doing really isn’t relevant to what’s
breaking your heart right now. Putting Brant in what you believe
to be his place won’t change what’s going on,” she reached out to touch
his shoulder gently.
“But it might make me feel better for at least a little while to knock
him on his butt,” Kenneth began to argue with her.
“Maybe for an instant, but then after you’ll be hating yourself far
more than you do right in this moment,” she pointed out gently as she took
a seat beside him, “and Ken, I know your heart. I know you’re hurting
about what’s going on with Caitlin and maybe you should take this time
to stop worrying about whatever situation Brant has found himself in.
You’re wearing yourself so thin and I’m afraid that…”
“Annie, it’s not enough. Caitlin believed in me and I was supposed
to be there to protect her, but instead I was chasing off after Brant trying
to keep him from doing something stupid and look where it got me…”
Ken choked up on emotion feeling his heart breaking as he thought of his
inability to get close to the woman he loved.
“Ken, you weren’t responsible for this and despite what’s happening
with Caitlin’s brother, in her heart she knows you love her,” she placed
her hand atop of his hoping to find a way to comfort him in his time of
need.
“Does she? I mean does she really understand how I feel when
I was so cold to her? How can she know what she means to me when
I can’t tell her…when I can’t show her how much it’s breaking me apart
inside in not being able to fix this…” he broke down unable to contain
the tears that he’d been fighting since the moment he discovered what happened
to her. “Annie, I love her so much and if I lose her…I just…I just
can‘t deal with not being able to hold her again…not being able to let
her see just how much she means to me as she‘s my world and I can‘t imagine
how she felt when I‘d turned her away. I was wrong and if I don‘t
have the opportunity to let her know that I love her…”
“She knows,” Annette watched as he broke down before her and she pulled
him into an embrace wishing that somehow she could find a way to make Kenneth’s
situation easier on him as it seemed his heart was breaking by the second
in not being able to be near the one woman who’d brought any kind of happiness
to his otherwise hectic life. Now as she hugged him in her arms,
she said a silent prayer to anyone out there listening that Kenneth would
have a second chance at happiness with Caitlin as he feared if Caitlin’s
condition took a turn for the worse, Kenneth may never be able to forgive
himself for the wrongs he felt he’d committed against the woman he loved
and she hoped that somehow Caitlin could awaken and show Kenneth how horribly
wrong he was about blaming himself for any of what was happening to the
woman he loved so very much.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Preston stepped into the house and placed the bag of groceries he’d bought on the kitchen counter. He’d thought that preparing dinner for Dottie might change her solemn mood for a least a little while. He’d never known her to be so depressive, but he knew it all stemmed from the rift with Jenna. While things weren’t always smooth between them, they’d never been as divided as they were now.
He began to unpack the groceries as Dottie stepped into the room. He flashed her a smile in greeting, “Hello Stranger.”
“Pres,” Dorothy began to speak as she noticed all the items he’d purchased, “What’s this?”
“I thought I might cook dinner for us. I haven’t had the chance since I’ve been on leave, and I thought it might be a nice change of pace for us,” He spoke as he took a pan from the cupboard and placed it upon the stove. He turned back to her and raised an eyebrow, “What’s going on, Dottie?”
“What do you mean?” She asked as she wrapped her arms around herself protectively.
“I mean that you’re being very guarded, and you upset. So tell me what’s going on,” He urged.
“Doug stopped by today.”
“For what?” Preston asked in surprise, “You’d think this would be the last place he’d want to come to.”
“Yeah well, Doug has never done what people expected of him,” She sighed as she pulled out a stool from the bar and sat down as she watched him begin to chop vegetables, “He said that he wants us to work together in order to reach Jenna.”
“Sounds reasonable enough, but what’s the catch?” He asked as he glanced up to her.
“That’s exactly what I thought,” Dorothy sighed as she stole a slice of carrot from the pile he’d chopped, “I don’t trust him, Pres. He sounds reasonable enough, but I feel like he’s going to try to pull the rug out from under me or something. I guess I just feel like everything I’ve worked so hard for could be destroyed in the blink of an eye because he’s here now.”
Preston considered her for a moment before he began transferring vegetables to the pan, “I know you said you didn’t want to get into details about the past until you felt you were ready, but I think at this point you really need to let me know what happened between the two of you.”
She fidgeted with a sliver of celery that had been passed over. She frowned as she focused on the vegetable between her fingers, “I was young and stupid. I went to Hollywood with big dreams, and I thought I was going to be a big star. I went to an audition for a musical where Doug was an intern. We ran into one another and just kind of hit it off. We both had lots of ambition, and we both wanted one another to succeed. We’d always support each other on auditions or job proposals.”
Dorothy placed the celery down and swung off the bar stool as she stepped over to the patio doors. She stared outside as if she were looking to the past, “I got a few jobs here and there, but it was barely enough to call myself a working actor. So I took a job as a temp just to make ends meet. Doug was working hard and finally got a job as a production assistant on a big budget picture, and we both thought it was the greatest thing that ever happened. He really felt it was his big break, and as it turns out, he was right. On the night the film premiered, Doug asked me to move in with him, and I couldn’t have been happier. We lived in our own little type of domestic bliss,” She paused as she closed her eyes at the memory, “Until his family got involved.”
“They didn’t approve of an interracial romance?” Preston asked as he stirred the vegetables then refocused on her story.
“They didn’t care about my race,” She turned towards him, “They disapproved because I wasn’t rich and famous. They didn’t like the idea that I was an aspiring actress working temp jobs to make ends meet. They wanted him to be with someone that was already a star or rich of her own right. His mother was especially against our relationship, and she did everything she could to get between us. By the time I found out I was pregnant with Jenna,” She sighed, “Things were really strained, and I knew that if I stayed there to have Jenna, they’d take her away from me. I couldn’t live with the idea that Doug’s family would take my baby away from me,” She took a deep breath to calm herself before she spoke again, “I knew if I didn’t leave in the way I did that Doug would try to follow me, and his family would be right on his trail. I couldn’t take that chance. So I left, and I kept Jenna a secret all these years.”
“So why don’t you trust Doug now? If his family was responsible for your decision…”
“I don’t trust him because of the man he’s become. He’s not the same man I fell in love with,” Dorothy explained as she joined Preston near the stove, “Besides, he’s been very shady since he got to Coral Valley. I don’t particularly like the vibe I’ve gotten from him, and I don’t think its in Jenna’s best interests to get too close to him.”
“Does that mean we’re going to try to keep them apart?” Preston asked as he added some herbs to the vegetables in the pan.
“No,” She replied with a frown, “Maybe if Jenna learns about Doug and his family she’ll understand why I did what I had to in order to keep her safe.”
“So what about you? If Doug proposed that you two work together to get close to Jenna, does that mean you’re going to work closely with him?”
“I don’t think so. I’ll only work along with him until I can repair the damage that’s been done with Jenna. After that, all bets are off,” She explained as she met Preston’s eyes.
Preston turned to Dorothy and drew her into a tender kiss, “No matter what happens during this mess, no matter how many twists we have to take in this road, remember that I love you, and I’ll always be here to catch you when you fall.”
Dorothy smiled in reply as she wrapped her arms around him and hugged him, “I love you too, Pres,” She squeezed him tightly as she thought of how wonderful Preston was to her and how she wouldn’t let Doug’s presence in town endanger her relationship with the most wonderful man she’d ever met.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
“Hey beautiful,” Hart greeted Jenna at her doorstep smiling eagerly
despite the twenty minute wait he’d had standing outside her apartment
as she rushed up to open the door for him.
“Oh Hart,” she gasped in horror pushing past him to open up the door,
“I’m so sorry I forgot about dinner. I know I promised you that we
could go out, but well, I kind of got caught up in something and…” she
scanned her apartment realizing she was no where near ready for dinner
with him.
“I take it you had a busy day,” he inquired lifting a curious brow
as he watched her fuss with a few things around her while slipping out
of her jacket in a haste.
“You have no idea,” Jenna began with a quick breath, “I went over to
see Avery today and then well while I was there Brant sent her this flower
delivery and all hell broke loose.”
“I take it Russell Denton happened to be around for all of this hence
the disaster,” he questioned watching her scurry to pick a few things up
around her apartment.
“Well, I wouldn’t quite put it that way, but after the thirtieth rose
bouquet came in, well I don’t think he was too happy and then Avery had
me chase him over to the Ashford mansion where I have no idea what happened
between him and Brant, but afterwards it was typical Russ and Avery there
I suppose.”
“I take it things were pretty intense huh,” Hart lifted a curious brow
taking in Jenna’s words as he thought to his talk with Brant about Brant’s
intentions where Avery was concerned.
“Intensity seems to be the theme with those two,” Jenna sighed heavily,
“as far back as I can remember they’ve always been running hot and cold…either
tearing one another apart verbally or ripping one another’s clothes off
and not bothering to care who was around to witness the chaos.”
“Sounds like someone you wouldn’t want at an important dinner party,”
Hart teased stepping in beside her, “although I must confess I never envisioned
Avery to be that type of woman.”
“What type of woman,” Jenna inquired pulling off her scarf as he reached
out to her, teasing his fingers over it and playing with the frayed edges
as he urged her in towards him.
“The type to just give in to impulse on a whim,” Hart’s words softened
as his eyes searched hers, “I mean she seems so cool and collected in court
and most of the time I see her she’s quite professional…”
“Yeah well Avery’s certainly a professional, but her addiction has
always been Russell Denton,” Jenna commented shaking her head at the thought,
“though you wouldn’t think Russ would be the way he is as he too comes
off as being very professional and collected, but when there’s a challenge
to his position in Avery’s life, well he’s up on the defense…”
“So he’s insecure,” Hart questioned again thinking about Brant’s plea
for Avery’s heart, “and I’m sure a woman like Avery is less than thrilled
about that one, huh?”
“Well, you shouldn’t seen her today. I mean there we were at
home talking about just random girl talk and Russ came home, but then when
this delivery arrived, well he just lost it. He started screaming
at the delivery guy and then he took off after Brant. I mean sure
okay so I wouldn’t be thrilled about someone sending something like that
to the person I loved, but he’s really a hothead when it comes to Avery.
I remember one time back in high school when they had a falling out and
Avery was seeing this guy…gosh, what was his name again…Larry something…
I don’t know what his last name was, but the guy asked Avery out on one
date there and Russ decided it was time to take drastic actions.
He showed up on the date and totally sabotaged it, but then a few days
later the two of them skipped town and went to the Denton cabin and when
they returned they were tighter than ever and my best friend came back
minus her virginity there,” Jenna paused thinking about what she’d just
blurted out, “though somehow I really think that was too much information
for you, huh?”
Hart chuckled at the embarrassment that flooded over her features and
he dropped on end of her scarf using his other hand to tease it down over
her shoulder before he touched her cheek, “Hey it’s okay. I mean
I don’t mind you sharing whatever comes into your head with me…”
“I’m glad to hear it, but I’ve lived with the Russ and Avery drama
for more years than I’d care to admit and while she’s my best friend and
I love her, well I don’t want to push that upon you either as it gets confusion
after a while,” Jenna threw out a quick apologetic smile.
“Actually, it’s rather interesting to know a bit more about the people
you grew up with,” Hart cupped her face in his hands leaning in to kiss
her tenderly, “although I’d love to hear all about you’re youth and the
men I get to be jealous of from your past.”
“Jealous huh,” she lifted a surprised brow, “Are you trying to tell
me you’d like to be like Russ and go hunt them down and beat them for even
looking at me?”
“Now, I wouldn’t take that tactic per se, but hey, I’m not above finding
a reason to take them to court as I’m sure they must’ve done something
wrong over the years,” he curled his arm around her pulling her in closer
to him, “I mean after all they let you go, didn’t they?”
“Oh you’re seeking out brownie points tonight, aren’t you,” Jenna laughed
lightly.
“Well all this talk about intensity and how your best friend got you
going in the middle of her love life, well it got me thinking that maybe
we should get working on yours,” Hart confessed in a whisper the warmth
of his breath moving in over her lips as his fingers teased over her spine,
urging her closer to him, “So since we’ve decided to put Avery aside for
a while there in conversation, then perhaps would you care to tell me about
the moment in time you took on your first lover there?”
“Well, I could do that,” she reached out to wrap her arms around his
waist, “but if I did, you might feel put to shame as you’d have quite a
memory to compete against there.”
“Hmm, I think I’m up for the challenge as I’m more than willing to
put whatever loser you spent your time with in the past to shame,” he promised
tipping down to kiss her teasingly, “as while I might’ve not been suave
back in my younger years, I’ve managed to perfect all the right moves these
days.”
“I’ll bet you really believe that, don’t you,” Jenna couldn’t help
but laugh as she batted her eyelashes up at him unable to contain the smile
that tipped up over the corners of her mouth, “So Hart, tell me, did you
come here tonight to take me out to dinner or to take me to bed?”
“Well, honestly,” he grinned in response moving his lips up against
hers as he inhaled the exotic scent of her perfume, “that’s entirely up
to you as I find myself torn between the two options laid out before me…”
“Torn you say,” she arched a curious brow, “My now somehow I didn’t
take you for the kind of guy who’d allow hunger to get in the way of the
situation at hand…”
“Jenna, honey I’m hungry in ways you can’t even begin to imagine,”
he leaned down to nibble on her lip as his hands slid down over her waist,
“but I can assure you that in this moment food is the last thing on my
mind…”
“Funny thing,” she pushed his sweater up over his body, feeling the
warmth of his muscled torso beneath her touch as their kisses grew in intensity,
“I was having that very same feeling…”
“You don’t say,” he teased allowing her to pull his sweater up over
his head before she discarded it across her apartment taking advantage
of the feel of his body beneath her touch, burning her straight to the
core as his tongue lashed out at hers urging her to give in to the obvious
desire between the both of them.
“Hart,” she whispered his name feeling his lips trace over her neck
before he nibbled on her earlobe.
A slow moan rose up from within Jenna as Hart’s fingers began to unbutton
her blouse, carefully taking his time to immerse himself entirely over
every irresistible inch of her as he parted the material of her shirt.
Taking a moment to admire her curves, he couldn’t help but smile as the
anticipation that had built up inside of him, beckoned him to reach out
and touch her--to find more from the woman who’d haunted him from the first
moment he’d laid eyes upon her. Sure, back in the first few days
it had been entirely about lust and the fact that Jenna was clearly not
someone who’d ever give him the time of day, but now as she stood before
him more beautiful than ever, he couldn’t help, but crave a whole new world
completely with her.
Carefully, Hart eased the material of her blouse over her shoulders
as his tongue traced over her collar bone savoring the wildly erotic taste
of her. Her fingers thread through his hair and her soft sighs of
encouragement were all he needed as he began to lift her up off her toes
and contemplate all the ways he’d devote his ultimate attention to her.
“Oh Hart,” she breathed his name adding fuel to the fire as he anticipated
the beginnings of their journey to being lovers, but before he could truly
immerse himself in that fantasy, there was a knocking at Jenna’s front
door bringing them back down from the heavens and to the reality of the
world around them once again.
“Let it go,” Hart urged her as he felt Jenna stiffen in his arms.
“Hart, I can’t,” she sighed hating to break away from him as he set
her down once again, “I promised Avery I would be here if she needed me
and judging how things were going earlier,” she bent down grabbing her
blouse and slipping into it within a matter of seconds, “well I can’t just
not be there for her.”
“Somehow I want to go find Russell Denton and beat the hell out of
him myself if that‘s his wife standing outside your apartment door,” Hart
caught his sweater as she threw it at him hastily as she glared at him.
“Hart, I can’t just abandon her,” she frowned watching him pull his
sweater on before she drew in a slow breath trying to hide what was just
happening between them as she feigned an air of casualness and opened her
front door fully expecting to see Avery, but instead her eyes fell upon
her father.
“Jenna,” Douglas threw his arms around her desperately, “oh thanks
God I found you.”
“Douglas,” she questioned in confusion feeling the squeeze he had on
her as he refused to let her go and almost immediately a sense of panic
swept over her, “what is it?”
“Jenna, it’s Kipp,” he began unable to contain the emotion that swept
over him as Jenna saw his face was a mixture of emotions she hadn’t experienced
with him before. Sensing the worst, she reached out to touch his
arm gently trying to still the racing of her heart.
“What’s wrong? What’s happened to Kipp?” Jenna questioned in
confusion, “Did he…”
“He’s gone,” he blurted out painfully as he lowered his head upon his
words.
“He’s…” she felt as though a breath had been kicked out of her as suddenly
her world seemed to start closing in around her once more, “He’s dead?”
“No,” Douglas quickly corrected shaking his head in response, “at least
I don’t believe he is as I don’t know…I mean I was at the hospital and…”
“And what?” she questioned in confusion.
“He was gone. Someone had him transported from the hospital and
I don’t know where he is. They forced my signature and no one seems
to be able to tell me where your brother is at,” Douglas explained his
voice consumed with fear and worry.
“They can’t do that,” Hart piped in taking in the scene between Douglas
and Jenna, “If you didn’t clear his removal from the hospital and you’re
his guardian, then there’s no way that the could…”
“They did regardless of what they could and couldn’t do and now I don’t
have the first clue where my son is. No one is willing to tell me
anything and I’ve tried to get someone--anyone to give me answers, but
they’re putting me off,” Douglas replied with a frown as anger flashed
in his eyes, “I’ve been getting nothing but hassles and then I thought
if someone took Kipp, then maybe just maybe something happened to you as
well or maybe you knew something and…”
“I don’t know anything, but I’ll help you find him,” Jenna offered
hopefully, “as they couldn’t just take him away like this.”
“Jenna, I’ve tried to get a hold of anyone who should know anything,
but I’ve been put off. I requested a word with the Chief of Staff
at the hospital, but the people I’ve been talking to keep putting me off
and finding excuses not to clue me in to where my son is…”
“They can’t do that,” Hart decided reaching for his jacket as a sudden
thought sparked in his head, “In fact they won’t do that. We’ll find
Kipp.”
“I’ve called in some of my best legal representation, but they won’t
get here until tomorrow afternoon,” Douglas started with a growl, “as I
won’t let them take my son, but even with my reputation that hospital is
giving me nothing but problems…”
“Then let’s go work on shaking that up a bit,” Hart suggested eagerly,
“as while I’m not one of your regular men on hand, I’m sure we can use
some of my powers of persuasion to get you the answers that you’re looking
for about your son as I’ve yet to fight a battle that I couldn’t win…”
“You mean you think that you can learn something that I can’t in terms
of what’s happened to my son,” Douglas threw out a skeptic look.
“I know I can as that’s part of what I do,” Hart promised turning to
Jenna, “you’re more than welcome to come with us back to the hospital,
but you know when I work things tend to get ugly.”
“That’s an understatement,” she groaned inwardly thinking about their
shaky past with one another, “but given that the missing patient is my
brother, you’re not going to be alone on this one. Whoever moved
Kipp isn’t going to get away with this. We’ll find him one way or
another and then when we do, whomever was behind this mix-up is going to
get it.”
“That they are,” Douglas agreed with an eager nod, “as I won’t stand
for this.”
“And you shouldn’t have to,” Hart assured him finishing up with his
jacket, “and I promise you that by tomorrow morning at the latest we’ll
find out where Kipp is and we’ll see to it that you’re compensated for
this emotional anguish the hospital so wrongly put you through.”
“Knowing where my son is will be compensation enough,” Douglas explained
worry evident in his tone.
“Maybe for now, but later when you decide that someone’s got to pay
for this, well, we’ll work on a remedy for that too,” Hart vowed ready
to step up to the plate with Jenna’s father and help with this latest family
crisis as it was time to show Douglas and Jenna just what he could do when
properly motivated.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
“Hey you,” Jade massaged her palm over the center of Grady’s chest as
she turned her eyes up towards him offering a tiny hint of a grin as they
lay together in front of his fireplace just savoring a moment of calm and
serenity between them, “Oh Grady…”
“Yes,” he answered lazily turning his green eyes down to take in her
beautiful features appreciatively.
“What’s on your mind,” she questioned shifting in his arms as her eyes
grew with curiosity, “as I can tell you’re thinking about something…”
“I was just thinking about how lucky we are to be having something
like this,” Grady confessed with the beginnings of a smile, “as I waited
too damn long to just lose myself in the wonders that you give to me…”
“Well yes we knew that was a big problem of yours, but it’s not one
we’ll dare repeat in the future again. Agreed?” she teased moving
in over him, her dark hair teasing over his shoulder as she tipped down
to kiss him tenderly.
“Never again,” he promised curling his arms around her slender waist
as he held her.
“So really,” she inquired once again as they parted, “what’s really
going on inside your head right now?”
“I told you I was thinking about us…” he started to offer up as an
answer once again.
“Yes, I know what you told me and what I heard, but I also know what
I haven’t heard,” she sighed shaking her head at him, “You still haven’t
figured out that I know you too well for you to pretend that I can’t read
what’s going on beneath the surface…”
“Okay since you think you know what’s going on inside my head,” he
winked up at her offering up a sexy smile, “why don’t you tell me what
it is?”
“Well considering that you keep looking over at the phone every now
and then,” she began with a sigh, “at least five times in the last five
minutes, I’d have to say that your mind is drifting back to Russ.”
“Now why would I do a silly thing like think about my brother when
I have you here with me just like this,” he threw back defensively as he
collected her lips in a quick kiss.
“Because you haven’t heard from him yet and you’re wondering if he’s
decided to change his mind about dinner,” she explained matter of fact
rubbing her palm over his strong arm as he held her, “and you’re wondering
if this truce is really going to work.”
“It hadn’t crossed my mind once,” he lied seeing the expression on
her face as she doubted his words, “and I so did not look at the phone
five times in the last five minutes.”
“No it was more like ten, but I was trying to be polite,” she explained
repositioning herself over him as she sat up reaching out for the cordless
phone and handing it to him, “Grady, if it’s really bothering you so much,
then why don’t you make the call?”
“Jade, isn’t not really…” he started to protest as she placed her index
finger over his lips silencing him abruptly.
“Grady, just call him. I can see that dark, brooding look that
you have in your eyes and I just know until you speak with Russ, you’re
not going to be here with me completely,” she caressed his lips with hers
in a tender, sensual kiss, “and believe me you sexy thing right now I want
you here completely in every sense of the word.”
“All the more reason for us to push Russ out of mind for a while,”
he tugged her into his arms once again as a giggle spilled over her lush
lips and she swatted at his chest playfully.
“Grady, would you just make the call,” she urged him on forcing herself
to give him a very stern look despite the feelings he’d awakened up inside
of her as the nearness of him drove her crazy, wild with uninhibited ideas
of passion between them.
“You’re not going to let me weasel out of this one, are you,” he arched
an inquisitive brow as she shook her head confirming what he already knew
to be true.
“You need to get this out of your system otherwise we’re taking steps
backwards,” she insisted touching his face gently, “and after what we’ve
been sharing together I think that’s the last place you want to go.”
“You’re right on that one,” he sighed eyeing the cordless phone like
it would reach out and take his fingers off as he reluctantly dialed his
brother’s cell phone wondering if Russell would be around to answer and
if he was, well there was no telling what his response to the call may
be. It rang once, twice, three times and as Grady found himself ready
to hang up, he heard Russell’s groggy voice on the other end of the line.
“Hello…”
“Russ, hey it’s Grady,” Grady began clearing his throat as he felt
a sense of nervousness settle in the pit of his stomach. He looked
to Jade watching as she waved him on encouragingly and he continued to
speak before he lost his nerve, “I was just calling about dinner…”
“Dinner,” Russell repeated in a yawn as Grady heard some shuffling
on the other end of the phone, “Grady, what time is it?”
“I don’t know,” Grady admitted honestly realizing he’d lost track of
time himself, “Not too late I don’t think.”
“Oh,” Russell answered saying nothing more as Grady felt a silence
fill the air between them.
“So are we on for dinner tomorrow night,” Grady inquired once again,
“Since I didn’t hear anything from you, I wasn’t sure if you’d changed
your mind or not as…”
“Avery and I fell asleep on the couch here,” Russell explained exhaustion
evident in his tone as he moved the phone around a bit, “but I can ask
her about it…hold on…”
“Russ,” Grady started again not sure what he was going to say as he
could overhear his brother on the other end of the line clearly awakening
Avery.
“Baby,” Russell’s voice rang through the line as there was the sound
of soft moans of protest beyond his words, “Sweetie, wake up. Grady’s
on the phone…”
“Grady,” Avery murmured restlessly as another groan followed, “what
does he want?”
“We were going to have dinner with him…” Russell reminded her quickly.
“Tonight,” she questioned as Grady could hear the protest in her tone
as it came out almost in a whine.
“No tomorrow,” Russell explained to her as Grady heard another shuffling
sound.
“Sure, whatever you say honey,” Grady heard Avery offer up in response
as he could almost picture her rolling over in his brother’s arms falling
back to sleep as Russell collected the phone once again.
“Dinner sounds fine,” Russell replied sounding a bit more awake for
a moment there, “What time?”
“How about say six-ish?” Grady suggested unable to believe that somehow
he’d managed to let himself get roped into a dinner with his brother and
the woman he’d grown so very hard to despise over the years.
“Six sounds great,” Russell answered quickly before another yawn carried
over the line, “Where do you want to meet up?”
“I don’t know…” Grady held his hand over the base of the phone, “Jade,
where should we meet up?”
“Have them here,” Jade encouraged him as Grady shook his head in refusal.
“No way,” he whispered covering the mouthpiece of the phone more completely
as he heard Russell call out to him again, “Just a second Russ.”
“Why not,” Jade gave him a pointed look, “You promised me that you’d
give this a try.”
“I know what I said, but remind me how having that woman in my home
constitutes as a try,” Grady whispered hoarsely not wanting his brother
to hear his musings over the situation.
“Grady, if you’re truly going to turn over a new leaf, why not start
fresh,” Jade suggested with a grin, “and besides I love to watch you heat
things up in the kitchen as that had something to do with what I had in
mind for later.”
“You’re going to be the death of me one way or the other. I hope
you do realize that,” Grady gave in returning to the phone call once again,
“How about you both come over here?”
“Over there,” Russell replied in obvious confusion, “Grady, did you
just say that we should have dinner at your place?”
“Sure why not,” Grady shrugged his shoulders seeing the proud smile
that built up over Jade’s features, “Jade enjoys cooking so I think it
could be good for us all to have a home cooked meal.”
“Well,” Russ hesitated, “are you sure about that one? I mean
really it’s no problem if we just…”
“It’s no trouble at all. You and Avery just be here around six
and bring your appetites,” Grady assured him wondering if he could really
pull something like this off as he looked to Jade seeing the excitement
building behind her eyes and he realized it was worth a shot, “and hey,
since we’re making a deal out of it, how about you and Avery bring dessert?”
“Dessert,” Russell repeated with mild confusion as another yawn swept
over him, “Yeah sure…okay…we’ll see you tomorrow then.”
“Tomorrow it is,” Grady agreed hanging up the phone as he turned to
Jade seeing the smile on her features, “Happy now?”
“Very,” she threw her arms around him excitedly, “I’m so proud of you.”
“Yeah well, I hope you remember that when I’m gritting my teeth through
dinner in having Avery here,” Grady warned her honestly.
“You can do it as I have faith in you,” she tried to assure him as
she touched his face urging him to meet her eyes, “after all this is about
taking steps forward remember?”
“Speaking of those steps,” a mischievous expression swept over his
features as he hugged her in against him tossing the phone aside, “you
promised me that we could work on a few of those once I’d made the call
and would you look, I’m done with that phone call.”
“So you are,” Jade curled her arms around his shoulders as a teasing
expression carried over her, “though about those steps, I don’t quite remember
what I was saying before.”
“I’ll remind you as I’ve got a very good memory among other things,”
he assured her kissing her heatedly as another tiny laugh built up inside
of her as he rolled over on top of her to cage her beneath him.
“That you do,” she smiled up at him, “and I think that’s part of why
I do adore you so much Grady Denton.”
“And here I thought you were just drawn to me because of my undeniable
sexual magnetism,” he teased dipping down to kiss her heatedly.
“Well that might have something to do with it too, but then again I’m
not quite sure on that one either,” she answered playfully, “Think you
can work on refreshing my memory on that one too?”
“Oh darling I know I can,” he promised kissing her again as he lost
himself to the magic of the woman who’d opened his heart up to love again
and showed him that there were such things as second chances and maybe
just maybe he’d find a way to overcome all the things that had held him
back before as in being with Jade, he’d suddenly found himself open to
the possibilities that the world held for him as she was the key to unlocking
all the potential he’d kept inside for so very long.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Johanna slipped the key into the door of Zack’s apartment and opened the door. She led him inside as he stumbled slightly. She laughed softly as she set him upright once again. When he’d fallen asleep on the drive here, she hadn’t expected him to remain a zombie until she got him into bed.
“Zack, where’s the bedroom?” She asked him softly.
He mumbled something incoherently before he half heartedly pointed towards one end of the apartment. She kicked the door closed behind them and led him through the apartment and into the bedroom. She stood him beside the bed as she pulled his jacket off of him. When he grunted in protest, she tugged on his tee shirt.
“You’re not going to sleep in your clothes, Zack. Come on. Help me get you out of this,” She instructed as she tugged the shirt over his head and cast it aside. She unfastened his belt and pants before she gave him a gentle push onto the bed.
Zack immediately fell back into the pillow and began to snore. She chuckled softly as she removed his shoes, drew his pants from him and tossed them on the floor to join his shirt. She lifted his legs onto the bed and drew the blankets over him before standing back to watch him sleep.
Johanna lightly swept her fingers over his forehead, “I love you so much,” She whispered as he slept.
She took a deep breath as she walked back through the apartment to leave. As she neared the door, she stopped in her tracks and cast a glance back towards the bedroom. Why should she leave? Zack had held onto her at the hospital and admitted that he needed her support. So why shouldn’t she just stay with him?
She locked the door to the apartment and placed Zack’s keys on a bookshelf nearby. She removed her jacket as she walked through the apartment and dropped it to the floor. She entered his bedroom and watched him sleep as she unbuttoned her blouse. She dropped it to the floor before unfastening her skirt and sliding off her shoes. She kicked both aside before she crawled into bed beside him. She snuggled into his side and smiled as he snaked his arm around her to draw her closer.
Johanna smiled as she closed her eyes and relaxed against him. Sure Zack would probably have no clue how he’d gotten home much less found himself in bed with her, but she had no doubt in her mind that he would be grateful for her presence. She knew that she definitely appreciated being in his arms as this was as close to paradise as she thought possible.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Ken sat in his sitting room and stared at the papers before him. He’d done all the preparation he could possibly do in regards to the Midlands case, but still he felt as if he had missed some vital thing that could help his case. He leaned back in his arm chair and groaned as he tried to shake the feeling of hopelessness he felt. He’d never been nervous going into a trial, but with Caitlin’s health in peril, he knew that his case of nerves weren’t exactly related to the case at hand.
As he looked at the papers before him, he realized what was missing. Caitlin’s enthusiasm for her story. He winced at he realized that she would miss the beginning of the trial that she had worked so hard to report. With that thought, he lifted his phone and dialed Russ’s number.
“Yeah, Grady, I already told you…”
“This isn’t Grady.”
“Ashford?” Russ spoke with anger hinted in his voice.
“It’s Ken,” Ken said quickly to avert Russ’s anger.
“Oh,” Russ replied, “How’s Caitlin?”
“I don’t know,” Ken answered with a frown, “They still won’t let us in to see her. The last news I got was that she was stable but still in a coma.”
“I’m sorry to hear that. I don’t understand why they won’t you of all people in to see her.”
“We had a disagreement on the island that wasn’t resolved when she was attacked. I guess her brother thinks that’s cause enough to keep me away from her.”
“Do I even want to know what the disagreement was about?”
“It was about you, Avery, and my brother and how the entire situation was handled,” Ken frowned, “Look, I really didn’t call to get into this all over again.”
“Fair enough. Why did you call?” Russ asked out of curiosity.
“The Midlands story. The case is moving forward tomorrow, and it would mean a lot to Caitlin if you were to cover the trial for her. She trusts you, Russ, and I really think that if you were there in her place she’d feel like the story was being handled properly,” Ken sighed, “Look, Russ, I wouldn’t ask normally because I know you have a million things going on with this Abrams thing, my brother, and being a newlywed, but this is important to Caitlin. I’m going to try to get a continuance for at least a couple of weeks, but just in case the judge denies the motion, Caitlin would really appreciate you being there,” He paused, “And frankly, so would I.”
After a moment of silence passed, Russell answered, “I’ll be there, but I’m only doing this for Caitlin. She’s a good friend, and if my covering this story until she’s healthy again will provide her with any kind of comfort, I’ll do it.”
“Thank you, Russ. Courtroom A at nine,” Ken informed him.
“I’ll be there.”
“Thanks again,” Ken spoke before hanging up the phone. He smiled as he felt a slight burden lifted from his shoulders. Still, it wasn’t as if Caitlin would be there. He frowned as the thought passed through his mind. No, he wouldn’t be happy until Caitlin was at his side, but he couldn’t even relay that thought to her. He would have to have patience, but as he’d learned lately, patience was not necessarily a virtue the Ashford family possessed.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Blake entered the mansion straining not to look back and watch Seth
pull out of the drive as her heart was in more turmoil than ever.
While she was certain that she should remember all the things that had
her so very angry with Seth, she was finding herself dwelling on the good
times--on the moments where she was convinced she’d met her soul mate as
he’d opened her heart up to a world of love, but now, well now as she listened
to the silence that surrounded her, she realized that dream of her and
Seth, much like her dreams of Zack were gone and she was once again filled
with an emptiness and confusion. Shaking her head as she refused
to allow herself to give in to self pity, Blake decided she’d make her
way into the kitchen, but before she made it that far, Brant stepped out
of his study smiling upon her arrival as he called out to her.
“Well hello beautiful,” he greeted her with an embrace kissing the
top of her head, “I thought I heard you come in.”
“I was just on my way to the kitchen and I‘m sure you‘re busy so I‘ll
just get going,” Blake began trying to avoid any eye contact with him as
he reached out to her once again.
“Hey, what’s going on,” he questioned urging her to meet his eyes as
he saw that she’d been crying and his smile faded, “Hey, sweetie, what
is it?”
“Brant, it’s nothing. Really it’s…” she tried to lie to her brother,
but ultimately everything that had happened over the last few days weighed
down upon her and she burst into tears once again despite her efforts to
be strong.
“Hey Blake, what is it,” he questioned pulling her into his arms as
he guided her into the study with him. Urging her to take a seat
on the small sofa with him, he hugged her as she continued to sob into
his chest.
“Brant, everything is a mess. First Caitlin and now Zack…”
“Zack,” Brant repeated tightly thinking to what he’d witnessed at the
hospital between Zack and Johanna and instantly an anger flared inside
of him, but instead of rolling with it, he remained calm for Blake’s sake
in the moment, “What has he done? Is he still trying to keep you
from seeing Caitlin?”
“Well yes, but…” Blake shook her head as she wiped at her tears, “I
mean that’s bad, but it gets worse as not only isn’t he listening to me,
but he’s got this woman with him--this reporter and she’s someone he’s
involved with. Someone that he…”
“Oh Blake honey,” Brant hugged her tighter as he felt her pain wash
over her, “I’m so sorry as I should’ve known that guy was no good for you.”
“I thought we had something special,” she continued to break down as
he kept his arms around her, “He said he loved me and when we were together
he treated me like I was everything to him. Brant, I wanted so much
for us to have that happiness in our lives together, but now with that
woman…”
“He’s a jerk and you can do better Blake,” Brant tried to offer up
some words to perk her up despite the mental fuming he was doing about
Zack Vaughn, “Hey, you’re a knockout and any man would love to be with
you. I mean you are my sister after all.”
“Which probably explains why I have horrible luck in terms of love,”
Blake sniffled as Brant urged her to meet his eyes, “as I ran into Avery
not so long ago. She was with that jerk and I gave her a piece of
my mind for hurting you like she did…”
“Oh Blake honey, don’t worry about me,” Brant insisted wiping at her
tears, “It’s only a matter of time before Avery and I work things out between
us. Russell’s taking advantage of the situation and using it against
us as he knows she’s terrified of what we have with one another…”
“Brant, she married another man,” Blake blinked back in confusion,
“Caitlin said Avery was pregnant and…”
“She is pregnant sweetheart,” Brant nodded in confession, “but that
doesn’t change how I feel about her as she and I have something special
with one another.”
“But Brant I don’t understand…” Blake started again.
“Avery and I found out about that baby together and we’re going to
raise that little one together as you’re going to be an aunt,” Brant explained
with a half smile thinking about the plans he’d made for him and Avery,
“as I’m going to be a father very soon you know.”
“You mean you’re the baby’s father,” Blake’s jaw dropped in astonishment,
“but then why did Caitlin say…”
“Because Caitlin and her no good brother want to start trouble for
us. Russell Denton has been pushing his will upon Avery and he even
has Caitlin convinced that Avery loves him, but the truth to the matter
is that Avery took things hard when Bruce Mathis was murdered and since
then she hasn’t been the same, but deep down I know she loves me and we’ll
find a way to work this out…”
“Oh Brant,” Blake took in his words as she thought about her brother’s
situation, “this changes so many things because I thought…well, it’s just
when I saw Avery, I was so upset and I did something horrible…”
“Now why do I find that one hard to believe as my little sister doesn’t
do horrible things,” Brant squeezed his arm around her.
“Brant, I said some really awful things to Avery for hurting you and
then I hit her,” Blake admitted shamefully, “I had no idea that the two
of you were…”
“It’s okay,” he silenced her as he reached for her hand, “not many
people know the truth about what’s really been going on between Avery and
I as we’ve kept it to ourselves, but now that she’s pregnant, well it changes
things for us. You‘re the only one who can see the truth about how
things should be for us as you‘re the only one who really knows the whole
story between Avery and I and you have to promise me that you‘ll keep this
between us Blake. Avery‘s already under enough stress that I don‘t
want her having to face the things that will come flying at her for loving
me as the media has already made her feel she has to run from me out of
fear even when we have a good thing between us…”
“Brant, you know I won’t say anything, but I just don’t understand
how she could do those things to you considering that…” Blake began again.
“Honey, she’s been stressed and things happened out on the island--things
that I can’t even begin to get into with you, but I can assure you that
there’s no need for you to worry about my happiness as Avery and I are
going to find a way to be together when everything is said and done,” he
lifted her hand to his lips kissing it gently before offering up a supportive
squeeze, “but right now what matters is your happiness.”
“I don’t think I even know what that is anymore,” she sighed heavily
as she sank into him leaning against his body as he hugged her to him,
“Brant, why is it that I can’t find it in me to keep someone with me?
Why can’t I just find that special someone to love me…”
“Because no one is special enough for you sweetheart,” Brant kissed
the top of her head gently, “as you’re a beautiful, intelligent, vivacious
woman and most men are jack asses when it comes to dealing with someone
who has as much going on as you do.”
“Still, I don’t understand why love isn’t enough for someone,” Blake
confessed feeling the weight of it all fall down upon her, “I mean Brant,
I gave so much to Zack. When Seth broke my heart, he was there for
me and he loved me. He gave me the world and I, well I trusted him.
I trusted him with everything and now…now I feel like it didn’t matter.
When he spoke with me earlier, just the look in his eyes and the things
he said. Brant, how could he think I didn’t love him when I let him
inside in ways that I’ve never allowed any man to be in with me before?
How could he think that what we had meant nothing when I explained to him
how I cared about him…how making love was so very special…”
“Whoa back up,” Brant’s eyes widened as he watched his sister closely,
“Blake, are you telling me that you were sleeping with that loser?”
“Zack isn’t a loser,” Blake defended with a huff before her tears overcame
her, “and being with him was one of the most beautiful experiences of my
life…at least I thought it was before Johanna showed up and…”
“Oh Blake,” Brant felt his anger double by the second as he realized
that not only did Zack Vaughn had the gall to screw around on his sister,
but to push himself into her world and make her feel vulnerable and safe
only to take such a precious gift from her just to shatter her world.
“I don’t understand why he would turn on me like this. Brant,
I loved him so much…” she broke into tiny sobs once again. “What’s
wrong with me that I can’t see the truth when it’s right in front of me?”
“Blake, I can’t blame you for wanting to believe as we all want to,”
he whispered as her tears burned down deep to the heart of him and he thought
of the actions that would be needed to fix the situation at hand, “and
right now I know it hurts honey, but this pain shall pass and you’ll meet
someone whose worthy of your love--someone who can give you the world and
treat you the way you deserve to be treated as you deserve nothing but
the best,” he paused offering up a light squeeze, “and when you find him
I pray to God that he’s nothing like me because then we‘re going to have
some real trouble there.”
Blake couldn’t help but smile at his words as she looked up at him
shaking her head, “You’re not that bad you know.”
“Oh yes I am as I wouldn’t wish a man like me on someone like you any
day,” Brant assured her as he brushed his finger tips over her tears watching
her smile expand just a fraction, “See now there’s the smile I love.”
“I don’t feel very much like smiling right now,” she confessed with
a groan, “as all I want to do is just crawl under a rock and die right
now.”
“Well you can’t do that little sister because we’re Ashfords and if
we did that, well what would the rest of the world have to talk about,”
he teased once again as another smile pressed upon her lips.
“Yeah well, if you vanished I think half the media would lose their
jobs considering they live to follow you around,” Blake offered up in response.
“Hmm, well that might be something to consider seeing as there are
a few of them I’d like to make disappear forever,” he confessed thinking
about Russell Denton for a brief moment.
“Yeah, you and me both,” Blake groaned in response sinking into him,
“How is it that we both had some stupid reporter get in the way of our
happiness?”
“That I can’t give you an answer for other than well Avery’s confused
and Zack is an idiot. That about sums it up and I’m telling you Blake
that one day you’re going to look back on this moment and you’re going
to realize that life is so much better than you thought it was with someone
like Zack. You’re going to have someone in your life who can give
you the world and who won’t make you cry and break your heart…”
“And he’ll be nothing like you,” she offered up trying to bring a lightness
to the situation as she hated to break down in front of her brother.
“Exactly,” he tapped her nose, “now you’re catching on.”
“Yeah well for the record, I happen to think you’re pretty special
Brant,” she sighed leaning into him once again, “You don’t give yourself
enough credit you know.”
“You give me far too much, but I know it’s because you love me,” he
replied wishing that he could erase his little sister’s pain as he hugged
her, “Hey, you know since we’re both having a down in the dumps day, what
do you think we take a trip out to see Comet?”
“Brant, I don’t know if I’m really up to riding right now,” Blake replied
with a frown as she pushed her blonde hair out of her face, “as I can barely
see straight with all of the crying I’ve been doing and I feel like hell…”
“Fine, then how about we meet up in the game room in say five minutes
after you change into something more comfortable? I’ll go snag some
of that chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream that Annie picked up the
other day and we can vent over Combat Destroyer. What do you say?”
he suggested nudging her gently, “You know you want to Blake.”
“Something tells me I don’t have a choice in the matter,” Blake couldn’t
help but smile at Brant’s attempts to cheer her up.
“So then that means I should grab two spoons and maybe some whipped
cream to go along with the half gallon of ice cream,” Brant lifted a curious
brow awaiting her answer.
“If I recall correctly, I think Annie bought two cartons of that chocolate
chip cookie dough ice cream,” she replied with the beginnings of a grin
as she rose up from the couch ready to get changed for her evening adventure
with her brother.
“Then I’ll be sure to grab them both,” he promised watching her leave
the room to change as he turned his attention to the phone on his desk.
Once he was certain that Blake was out of the room and out of hearing he
dialed the number he’d only recently come to memorize as he heard someone
on the other end of the line, “Listen I have another favor to ask and this
one involves a doctor here in Coral Valley. Yes, I know I’ve got
you working overtime, but on this one I’ll pay you double the regular rate
as this one’s made a huge mistake…” he listened to the person on the other
end of the line as his eyes fell upon the portrait he‘d had of him and
Blake from one of her riding competitions upon his desk. Picking
it up, he felt a sense of pride sweep over him as he saw the happiness
that once sparkled in her eyes and he hoped to find a way to help it come
back to her once again, “What? Well, let’s just say that a certain
doctor here in town picked the wrong girl to screw around with and now
he’s going to have to suffer the consequences of his actions,” Brant explained
vowing to take care of the man who’d managed to tear his sister’s world
apart as no one crossed an Ashford and got away with it--especially not
when that Ashford was Blake.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
“Hmmm,” Heather purred softly as she dropped kisses upon Cameron’s muscular chest. She crawled over him and smiled as she lay upon him and met his eyes, “Now that’s certainly a honeymoon night to remember.”
Cameron grinned as he watched while he ran his fingers down her spine, “You certainly do know how to make a guy feel welcome.”
“Yes well, there are very few who know how to appreciate me, but you,” She smiled like a Cheshire cat, “Well, you definitely know how to appreciate a woman.”
He drew her lips to his, lavishing a post coital kiss upon her as the telephone began to ring. He groaned as he released her and reached for the phone. Immediately, he voiced his anger, “Didn’t I tell everyone that I did not want to be disturbed?”
“Yes, but I thought you might want an update on a certain vegetable,” Susan spoke, undaunted by his tone.
“Oh really?” He asked while he met Heather’s eyes and grinned.
“Yes, I filed all the papers like you asked, and Kipp’s been moved to a private facility. Doug got back to the hospital only to find that Kipp was gone. Needless to say, he was livid,” Susan explained.
“That’s very good to hear. I trust you have the situation firmly in hand,” He advised while feeling Heather’s hands roaming over his skin.
“Of course I do, but you might not want to stay gone too long. I have a feeling that Doug will want a hearing on the matter before too long,” Susan advised, “And if you want to keep Kipp away from Doug, you’re going to have to stand up in court and testify as to the reasons why.”
“Understood. See you in a few days,” Cameron smiled as he hung up the phone. He seized Heather in his arms and rolled her to her back as he perched above her.
“I take it that was good news,” She smiled as she looked up into his dark eyes.
“Very good news,” He assured her while tracing her curves, “We’re moving closer to everything we ever wanted, Heather. Can’t you feel how close we are?” He asked as he thrust inside her.
Heather arched against him, crying out at the shockwave of pleasure that permeated her system, “Oh Cameron…”
Cameron grinned as he seized her lips in a fiery kiss. He truly was closer to everything he wanted, and it was only a matter of time now before all his enemies knew exactly what price was to be paid for crossing him.