tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35945618634160730392024-03-14T04:34:28.593-05:00Pages of RomanceRegency Romance Novels that tempt the very thought of seduction. Pages so full of lust and desire it strips away everything that may resist it, revealing only the most intimate moments, rendering you...Breathless for more. Feel the rush of romance with every turn of a page.Caryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13683722744802787954noreply@blogger.comBlogger115125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594561863416073039.post-22535469820139014922013-09-02T12:55:00.000-05:002013-09-09T06:07:35.607-05:00Romantic Stories ~ Breathless Passions<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">~
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<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Lord
Pennington whipped around to face him. With a trembling fist he drew it up.
“You will listen to me damn it!" he roared. </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Jagger
stood where he had entered in the doorway and did not move. His calm
demeanor and casual lean on the door frame only fueled his father's
fury. “What are you two men to gain from this arrangement?” He
glanced over to Mr. Millings.</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">You
disobedient bastard. How dare you make a fool of me,” his father
screamed.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Jagger
leaned forward off the frame and walked over towards the others. He
held out a hand and waited for her to take it.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ginger
glanced wide eyed between her grandfather and his father. “I would like a word in private
with you, Lady Millings.” Jagger said. “Do not mind them. Take my
hand.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Andalus; font-size: medium;">Her
eyes met his bright brown eyes. She had only just made his
acquaintance but yet felt a level of trust she could not explain.
Reaching her hand up she placed it in his. The strength enclosing
around her hand gave her an assurance it would be alright. Ginger
watched him as she rose to her feet. The stren hard expression he held for the two men in the room only moments earlier fell away as he smiled at her. </span>
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<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">He
led her out the doorway and down the hall. With her hand still in his
Jagger held her with a secure grip. “There is no need to tremble, Lady Millings.”
His tone was softly low as he rubbed his thumb over the top of her hand.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">She
glanced up at him. Jagger led her onto the balcony in the rear of the townhouse. “I did
not expect the evening to unravel this way. My apologies, Lord
Pennington.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">He
chuckled quietly. “No apologies necessary tonight. I should have
seen this coming from my father. His selfish need to secure a future heir is no shock to me.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ginger
turned towards the night's sky. “I believe it may have been my
grandfather's idea. He has always said he desired for me to marry
wealth and preferably to a titled family, which you are.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Jagger
gazed at her dark black hair moving in the breeze. Little wisps of it
trailed across her cheek and over her lips. “I want you to know you
are not the reason for my refusal. I have just become the age of
twenty five and am in no way ready to be a husband to any woman. As
beautiful as you are, Lady Millings I will not marry a woman you does
not love me.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ginger
turned to him. “I understand.”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">You
couldn't be a day over twenty yourself,” Jagger added.</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Two
months ago,” Ginger said and then laughed softly. Turning back to
the stars she let out a long sigh. “To be honest, I am relieved you
disagreed with the marriage. It will give me a little more time.”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Time
for what?” Jagger asked. His gaze fell back down to her profile.
The brilliant light blue of her eyes captured the sparkle of the
stars above.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ginger's
eyes fell as she bit up her bottom lip. “Time to find someone who
will love me for me I guess. To be forced on a man whom you don't
know is.” She paused for a moment. “Degrading and embarrassing.”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Not
to mention I'm sure terrifying,” Jagger added.</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Yes,”
Ginger giggled. “I was so nervous at the thought of meeting you and
then to know I was to be introduced and married as fast as possible.
Sadly if it is not to be you then my grandfather will soon find
another suitor for me.”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">No
wonder why you were trembling, “Jagger said. He couldn't stop
staring at her.</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Well,
that has seemed to subsided now.” She gazed up to him. “Thanks to
you,” she said softly. His square jaw clenched and she wanted to
reach up and stroke him gently. He was beyond handsome. </span></span>
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“<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">How
about if we make our own arrangement?” Jagger offered.</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">An
arrangement?” Ginger repeated.</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Seeing
that you will be pushed off onto the next willing man and I will
forever be hounded by my father, what if we agree to tell them we are
to marry but not for five or so years from now. If before that time
you find your true love I will release you from our engagement.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ginger
smiled at his idea. “And if you happen to find yourself ready and
in love I will be happy to do the same for you.” she said.</span></span></div>
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“To be truthful,<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">
I can't imagine any man not finding himself falling in love with
you,” Jagger whispered.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ginger's
heart quickened. “Your words are too kind, Lord Pennington.</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Jagger.”
He leaned in a little closer. “Please, call me Jagger.”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Alright,
Jagger. Call me Ginger,” she said as she inched slightly
forward. </span></span>
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“<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ginger,”
he said as he moved his hand up to her cheek.</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Yes
Jagger,” she said gazing into his eyes.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">His mouth was just inches away. Telling himself that what he was doing was wrong and reminding himself to stop were to differnt things. Her breath carried a scent of sweet butterscotch and cascaded over
his lips with soft tempting gasps. “I'm going to kiss you now.” </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ginger
gazed at his tanned skin in the moonlight. She had never before been
so taken by a man. Growing breathless with passion her eyes slowly closed. “Please,” she whispered as their lips met. </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">~
Chapter 1 ~</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">He
stared at her waiting. At some point she was going to look over and
notice him. Slowly he walked the far outer perimeter of her circle.
Jagger knew this day would come and thought of it often. </span></span>
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“<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I
would be ever so grateful if you were to accompany me to the art show
tomorrow afternoon, Ginger.” Nancy asked with pleading eyes.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ginger
smiled wiry. “I do not think I will be able to schedule that with
all the-</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Is
there any way I might be able to pursued you, Lady Ginger?”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">She
turned quickly. Nancy's quiet giggles behind her were hidden from no
one in attendance around them. “Marquis Diamond, how do you do this evening?”
Ginger said as she curtsied before him.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Jagger
paused watching the exchange. <em>This must be him? </em></span></span>
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Caryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13683722744802787954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594561863416073039.post-91549880677910846702013-09-01T12:29:00.001-05:002013-09-09T06:07:35.638-05:00Lost<p>I think I lost my domain name Pages of Romance.</p>
Caryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13683722744802787954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594561863416073039.post-89457560120427215972013-07-01T08:03:00.001-05:002013-09-09T06:07:35.636-05:00Posting chapters failed<p>I write all my stories on word program and when I went to post the chapters last night all of them were scrambled and a mess. I started rewriting them on blogger. This is going go take s while :(</p>
<p>Sorry everyone I'm trying. We are looking at Thursday night now. </p>
Caryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13683722744802787954noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594561863416073039.post-25478465431092098652013-06-29T08:36:00.001-05:002013-09-09T06:07:35.613-05:00Okay...Okay<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I thought I had kick writer's block ass out but it came back and slapped me in the face BUT I sat down last night and forced myself to just type until something came out of one of the characters from Temptation of a Kiss and now you will be happy to know none of them will shut up again.<br />
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Yes I know what's coming next....when will I post? Tomorrow night, that is Sunday night after I have wrote a few chapters so I can give all of you waiting a good long read. This will give me more time to write as you guys read.<br />
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I pray I never have writer's block again. It came to the point I thought this story was never going to be finished. I was literly in tears some nights. I hated letting you guys down like this and the guilt was killing me!<br />
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Caryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13683722744802787954noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594561863416073039.post-72414064175233502992013-06-18T01:21:00.002-05:002013-09-09T06:07:35.633-05:00Hi Everyone... short story while I have writer's block.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">While I am struggling with writers block on The temptation of a Kiss I wrote most of a short story. it is a follow up from One Night of Passion. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Mangal; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Lord Pennington whipped to face him. With a trembling fist he drew it up.
“You will listen to me damn it! he roared.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Mangal; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Jagger stood where he had entered in the doorway and did not move. His
calm demeanor and casual lean on the door frame only fueled his father's fury.
“What are you two men to gain from this arrangement?” He glanced over to Mr.
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">“<span style="font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Mangal; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">You disobedient bastard. How dare you make a fool of me,” his stepfather
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<span style="font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Mangal; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Jagger let out a loud chuckle. “I believe you do that all on your own,
step father Pennington." He leaned forward off the frame and walked over towards
the others. He held out a hand and waited for her to take it.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Mangal; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Ginger glanced wide eyed between her grandfather and his father. “I
would like a word in private with you, Lady Millings.” Jagger said. “Do not
mind them. Take my hand.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Mangal; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Her eyes met his bright brown eyes. She had only just made his
acquaintance but yet felt a level of trust she could not explain. Reaching her
hand up she placed it in his. The strength enclosing around her hand gave her
an assurance it would be alright. Ginger watched him as she rose to her feet.
The stern hard expression he held for the two men in the room only moments
earlier fell away as he smiled at her.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Mangal; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">He led her out the doorway and down the hall. With her hand still in
his Jagger held her with a secure grip. “There is no need to tremble, Lady Millings." His tone was softly low as he rubbed his thumb over the top her knuckles.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Mangal; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">She glanced up at him. Jagger led her onto the balcony in the rear of
the townhouse. “I did not expect the evening to unravel this way. My apologies,
Lord Wilds.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Mangal; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">He chuckled quietly. “No apologies necessary tonight. I should have
seen this coming from my father. His selfish need to secure a future heir is no
shock to me.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Mangal; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Ginger turned towards the night's sky. “I believe it may have been my
grandfather's idea. He has always said he desired for me to marry wealth and
preferably to a titled family, which you are.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Mangal; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Jagger gazed at her dark black hair moving in the breeze. Little wisps
of it trailed across her cheek and over her lips. “I want you to know you are
not the reason for my refusal. I have just become the age of twenty five and am
in no way ready to be a husband to any woman. As beautiful as you are Lady
Millings, I will not marry a woman you does not love me.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Mangal; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Ginger turned to him. “I understand.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">“<span style="font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Mangal; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">You couldn't be a day over twenty yourself,” Jagger added.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">“<span style="font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Mangal; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Two months ago,” Ginger said and then laughed softly. Turning back to
the stars she let out a long sigh. “To be honest, I am relieved you disagreed
with the marriage. It will give me a little more time.”</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">“<span style="font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Mangal; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Time for what?” Jagger asked. His gaze fell back down to her profile.
The brilliant light blue of her eyes captured the sparkle of the stars above.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Mangal; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Ginger's eyes fell as she bit up her bottom lip. “Time to find someone
who will love me for me I guess. To be forced on a man whom you don't know is.”
She paused for a moment. “Degrading and embarrassing.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">“<span style="font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Mangal; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Not to mention I'm sure terrifying,” Jagger added.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">“<span style="font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Mangal; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Yes,” Ginger giggled. “I was so nervous at the thought of meeting you
and then to know I was to be introduced and married as fast as possible. Sadly
if it is not to be you then my grandfather will soon find another suitor for
me.”</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">“<span style="font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Mangal; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">No wonder why you were trembling," Jagger said. He couldn't stop
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">“<span style="font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Mangal; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Well, that has seemed too subsided now.” She gazed up to him. “Thanks to
you,” she said softly. His square jaw clenched and she wanted to reach up and
stroke him gently. He was beyond handsome.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">“<span style="font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Mangal; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">How about if we make our own arrangement?” Jagger offered.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">“<span style="font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Mangal; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">An arrangement?” Ginger repeated.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">“<span style="font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Mangal; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Seeing that you will be pushed off onto the next willing man and I will
forever be hounded by my stepfather, what if we agree to tell them we are to
marry but not for five or so years from now. If before that time you find your
true love I will release you from our engagement.”</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Mangal; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Ginger smiled at his idea. “And if you happen to find yourself ready
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“To be truthful,</span><span style="font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Mangal; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"> I can't imagine any man not finding himself falling in love with you,”
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<span style="font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Mangal; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Ginger's heart quickened. “Your words are too kind, Lord Wilds.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">“<span style="font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Mangal; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Jagger.” He leaned in a little closer. “Please, call me Jagger.”</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">“<span style="font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Mangal; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Alright, Jagger. Call me Ginger,” she said as she inched slightly
forward. She couldn’t fight it. A sensual lure was pulling toward him. It was
something in his eyes. The way he gazed at her. It was unlike anything she had
ever felt before, so intense and undeniable. Everything she was feeling was
right there in his eyes for her to see. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Jagger
who are you?</i></span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">“<span style="font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Mangal; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Ginger,” he said as he moved his hand up to her cheek. The tips of his
fingers caressed against her soft skin. The heat he felt caused him to pause
for a moment. It was intoxicating to feel her.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">“<span style="font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Mangal; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Yes Jagger,” she finally said gazing into his eyes.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Mangal; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">His mouth was just inches away. Telling himself that what he was doing
was wrong and reminding himself to stop was to different things. Her breath
carried a scent of sweet candy drops and cascaded over his lips with soft
tempting gasps. “I'm going to kiss you now.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Mangal; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Ginger gazed at his tanned skin in the moonlight. His red strong lips beckoned
her to them. She had never before been so taken by a man. Growing breathless
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<span style="font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Mangal; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">He stared at her waiting. At some point she was going to look over and
notice him. Slowly he walked the far outer perimeter of her circle. Jagger knew
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">“<span style="font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Mangal; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">I would be ever so grateful if you were to accompany me to the art show
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<span style="font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Mangal; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Ginger smiled wiry. “I do not think I will be able to schedule that
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<span style="font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Mangal; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">She turned quickly. Nancy's quiet giggles behind her were hidden from
no one in attendance. “Marquis Vore, how do you do this evening?” Ginger said
as she curtsied before him.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 14pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Mangal; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN;">Jagger paused watching
the exchange. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Is this him?</i> <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 14pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Mangal; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: "Andalus","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Mangal; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="font-size: large;">I'll post the story when it is complete and NOT before :) 3 more chapters to write making it 13 chapters total.</span></span></span></span></div>
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Caryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13683722744802787954noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594561863416073039.post-9731211473224895682013-06-16T03:09:00.002-05:002013-09-09T06:07:35.639-05:00I have writer's block!!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Okay I've recieved enough comments and emails about chapter 18 from Tempation of a Kiss to post this. I have writer's block and do not know how to cure it. This has never happend to me for this long before. HELP!!!!<br />
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I've tried writing a few times and either i stare at the screen for an hour and reread past chapters or I write something that has nothing to do with this story and honestly is just shit.<br />
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Any suggestions other than taking a walk which I've done, would be helpful.<br />
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Pages of Romancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03249198769377420970noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594561863416073039.post-45193075371331229982013-06-07T10:42:00.001-05:002013-09-09T06:07:35.623-05:00Words Whispered So Softly ~ Regency Romantic Story<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">The deepest of desires can at times start with the simplest of whispers. A passionate soft utterance of longing spoken in a moment without any thought to the aftermath of consequences. Once the words escaped past his lips there was no turning away from what he saw in her eyes. Quiet secrets buried within her emerged in a fiery hidden wanton. It took hold of her every thought from that night and every night forth. Time ceased. The earth stilled. The gaze in his eyes told her everything, she was forever going to be his someday.</span></div>
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Caryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13683722744802787954noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594561863416073039.post-63073900604458765962013-06-06T05:55:00.001-05:002013-09-09T06:07:35.626-05:00Free Romantic Stories Novel Length and Short Stories Online HereCaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13683722744802787954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594561863416073039.post-21263734255739025432013-06-04T04:56:00.000-05:002013-09-09T06:07:35.605-05:00Ugh...Readers!<br />
Blogger is not allowing me to comment back to you guys. It is also giving me a hard time with creating links in my posts. I am so sorry. The Temptation of a Kiss story is posted up to chapter 17. I am working on the next 2 chapters and will have them up in the next couple of days. <br />
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Thank you to everyone for the wonderful comments. Your support and valuable feedback is what drives me to keep writing and sharing. For all the readers asking, yes there will be a happy ending so please don't worry :) This story will run to about 30 chapters so we are more than half way there...I think, hahaha.<br />
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I will WARN you now the ending is not going to be the typical HEA ending because it will then move into the third Novel in the series, although I am thinking I will write this one and then post it all at once. The passionate comments that I love so very much and am beyond gratful for, about posting the next chapter a.s.a.p for Landon and Brook are making me smile and LOL. Can I hook an ending of a chapter or what? You poor readers! My favorite comment so far was, "Brook is underwater for heavens sake!" Loved it ;)<br />
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~CaryPages of Romancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03249198769377420970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594561863416073039.post-40205774912581681652013-06-02T04:01:00.000-05:002013-09-09T06:07:35.622-05:00Free romantic stories online The Temptation of a Kiss ~ Chapter 17<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Landon was leaning on the
railing right outside the french doors. Running his hand up through
his hair he let out a long breath. <i>Damn it! How the hell did she
know I was here? “</i>Good evening,” he finally said in a low
impersonal tone. <i>Good evening? I'm standing outside her door as
she sits in a bath and this is all I come up with? </i>Landon cupped
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“<span style="font-size: medium;">Too long I suppose,” he
replied. Little trickles of water falling from her body splashed
gently into the water as she sponged along the length of her arm. He
could see it all. She looked stunning in the candle lit room. Hair
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“<span style="font-size: medium;">Did you happen to start
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Landon cleared his throat.
“Before and I am not peeping.” He did his best to sound serious
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<span style="font-size: medium;">She could hear his smile in
his words. “Oh no? So you are not standing against the railing, I'm
assuming, and quietly watching without an idea of what to do from
this moment forth?” Brook sat up slightly straighter allowing her
breasts to peer above the rim. A grunting noise came from across the
threshold of the doors. “What was that, Lord Fields? I did not
quite hear you.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Slow deep breaths was all he
could manage. Her full large breasts captivated his gaze as they
bounced against the motion of the swirling water around her. <i>I
could watch her all night. She's acting as if I was not standing
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Brook placed the sponge to
the back of her neck and wrung the water out over her. Sitting up
completely now the rim of the tub revealed everything from her lower
waist upward. Letting her head fall back she dipped the sponge into
the water and brought it up above her chin and slowly squeezed. “Mm,”
she moaned. </span>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
</div>
<div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="font-size: medium;">He gazed at the steady
stream of water splash on her neck and flow down over her chest
dripping off her erect nipples. “My god,” he whispered. His mouth
was overly wet as he licked his lips. <i>If she pushes this any
further I will.</i> His thought seized as Brook reached up and
removed the pins holding her hair in place. Thick long red locks fell
around her shoulders and down covering her breasts. <i>This is
unreal. Wait what is she doing? </i></span>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
</div>
<div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="font-size: medium;">She immersed herself under
the water and then just as quickly as she descended she emerged up
straight. Brushing the bathwater off her face Brook pushed back her
hair as well. Slowly licking her wet lips she said, “You may want
to take your leave now, Lord Fields. I will have to stand to wash my
body soon and do not want to torture you further.” </span>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"></span> </div>
<div style="line-height: 115%;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>Torture
does not begin to describe what you are doing to me, Red. Brutalize
or punish may be better suited words of choice here. </i></span>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"></span> </div>
<div style="line-height: 115%;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">“<span style="font-size: medium;">I
assure you I will be fine. If you are at all insecure with me
standing outside your room than by all means I will not hesitate in
bidding you a good night,” Landon said in a steady tone.</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"></span> </div>
<div style="line-height: 115%;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Brook
was tongue-tied for a trice and then a small giggle escaped out of
her. <i>He is challenging me. How amusing…insecure. If it is
temptation he desires than it will be a wicked enticement he will
endure. </i></span>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"></span> </div>
<div style="line-height: 115%;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">“<span style="font-size: medium;">Your
presence does not unsettle me in the least bit. I will admit though,
I am curious as to why you seem to find yourself in my room or within
the proximity of it every night.” Brook wet her sponge again and
began to wash her shoulder. “The thought as you have told it is
just simply for a silly little kiss does not warrant such behavior.”
</span>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"></span> </div>
<div style="line-height: 115%;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">“<span style="font-size: medium;">Oh
no?” he replied. </span>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"></span> </div>
<div style="line-height: 115%;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">“<span style="font-size: medium;">I
would say not,” Brook said. “Is it at all possible you visit
nightly in hopes that I will invite you into my bed?”</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"></span> </div>
<div style="line-height: 115%;">
<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Landon
chuckled. “If it is your bed I desired to be in I would have
already been in it, but that is not the reasons.” He shifted from
the uncomfortable throbbing that was now verging on painful. <i>If I
wasn’t so bloody hard I could play this game all night with her. I
cannot believe she is this tempting in such a naughty way. I assumed
she would be playful but this is mind blowing.</i></span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"></span> </div>
<div style="line-height: 115%;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">“<span style="font-size: medium;">If
I were to ask of your other reasons, would you confess them to me?”
Brook’s voice was soft and smothered with a sensual tone that was
everything suggestively improper.</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"></span> </div>
<div style="line-height: 115%;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">He
watched her deliberately lean back pushing her chest upwards and to
his shock she pressed her delicate hands to her breasts squeezing
them both gently together moving in a circular motion. </span>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"></span> </div>
<div style="line-height: 115%;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;">Taking
a few steps forward he suddenly stilled as she rubbed her thumb and
finger down to the tips of her nipples and clasped them before
releasing. Landon gazed at her mouth parting open. Red supple lips
made the most beautiful shape for him. His throbbing length began to
dip with needy release. <i>Damn it. </i>Placing his handover himself,
Landon pressed his erection against his hip where the tip was
uncontrollably seeping through his breeches now. <i>I have never had
this happen before. What the bloody hell is she doing to me? I have
less self-control then a school boy right now. </i>Landon didn’t
move until it stopped. Not a full climax but it was close to it.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"></span> </div>
<div style="line-height: 115%;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;">Brook’s
risqué demeanor was far beyond suggestive and she had never felt
more herself or free in her life. <i>If this is to be the one night I
am to have with him, than it will be a night he will forever compare
against all others after me. </i>Gradually she moved her feet up on
the rim of the tub curling her toes over a bit in a seductive playful
way. Brook extended one leg upright in the air.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"></span> </div>
<div style="line-height: 115%;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">“<span style="font-size: medium;">You
haven’t yet answered my question, Landon.”</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"></span> </div>
<div style="line-height: 115%;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;">His
fists tightened a second at the sound of her voice. He was mere steps
away from the door and could see down into the tub where the bubbles
were now dissolving. Releasing his fists and ran his hands through
his hair a few times before he answered.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"></span> </div>
<div style="line-height: 115%;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">“<span style="font-size: medium;">I
do it to ensure you are safe and the color of your room is soothing,”</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"></span> </div>
<div style="line-height: 115%;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;">Brook
giggled. “I truly thought you were going to drop your guard and be
forthcoming right now.”</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"></span> </div>
<div style="line-height: 115%;">
<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Landon
pinched his lips together. <i>What is she asking of me to profess a
deep love for her?</i></span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"></span> </div>
<div style="line-height: 115%;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">She
placed her leg back down into the water and lifted the other placing
the sponge to her ankle. Long strokes hugged the slender shape of her
leg. </span>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"></span> </div>
<div style="line-height: 115%;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">“<span style="font-size: medium;">I
am well aware that you are not interested in pursuing a relationship
with me in a public romantic way. And I understand why. What if I
were to suggest, that just for one night we could be together with no
regrets in the morning?” Brook lowered her leg and trickled the
water over her bent knees above the water. “If you can agree to not
hold anything back than I will too.”</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"></span> </div>
<div style="line-height: 115%;">
<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">His
mind was racing. Part of him wanted to leave and the other part
wanted to tell her everything. <i>What if she cannot forget this
night happened? Is it possible for us to do this and still look at
each other as nothing more than friends?</i></span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"></span> </div>
<div style="line-height: 115%;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;">Landon
stepped in the doorway and stood there. “I do it to be close to
you. Watching you sleep makes me feel more alive for some reason and
I can’t figure out why. Ever since that night I spent with you I
have felt the need to be near you.” He took a step closer and gazed
into Brook’s eyes. “I lust after you in the craziest way. I keep
thinking if I bed you it will stop but my deepest fear is it won’t.”</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"></span> </div>
<div style="line-height: 115%;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Brook
gazed at him with a shameless plea of longing. He stood before her
barefoot and shirtless. His chest was heaving roughly. Her eyes
lowered from his perfect torso to his bulging erection. Obvious
effects of her teasing displayed across his breeches and she could
not help but smile to herself. Brook rose out of the water. </span>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"></span> </div>
<div style="line-height: 115%;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;">He
slowly walked closer to her. “But the biggest reason is that I
might get the chance to kiss you again. The temptation of your lips,
your kiss is madding to me.”</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"></span> </div>
<div style="line-height: 115%;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Landon’s
hand slid around her waist and he pulled her to him leaving no space
between them. He watched as her mouth open and a small gasp escaped
over her lips. Reaching up he rubbed his thump across her full moist
lower lip. “Do you think it to be so silly now, Red? All this for
just a kiss.” he said. </span>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"></span> </div>
<div style="line-height: 115%;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Each
word trickled out in a low needy rhythm that captivated her wholly.
She shook her head no in a barely noticeable way. The sensation of
his thumb caressing her was weakening her knees all the sudden.
Brook’s hands flew to his broad shoulders. </span>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"></span> </div>
<div style="line-height: 115%;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">He
moved a little closer with his mouth as his thumb still stroked her
lip. Brook could wait no more and closed the distance between them
with a hard demanding touch as their lips met. His hands moved to
either side of her face and he struggled to slow the kiss but as hard
as he tried he couldn’t resist her yearning for it. </span>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"></span> </div>
<div style="line-height: 115%;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Picking
her up just as he was holding her body he walked with her over to the
edge of the bed and set Brook down. She began to pull him down onto
her and somehow Landon managed to remove the only piece of clothing
that separated their bodies. </span>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"></span> </div>
<div style="line-height: 115%;">
<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">His
length began to again seep forth with a stronger need for release. He
broke their kiss and moved down covering her breast with his mouth.
Just that simple shift eased his body slightly. <i>It’s her kiss.
God, how could one woman’s lips bring a man to his knees with
bursting emit?</i></span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"></span> </div>
<div style="line-height: 115%;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The
greedy kneading he was doing to her beasts drove her wild not only
with his hands but with his tongue. Hard generous flicks of his
tongue sent surges of pleasure throughout her body. </span>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"></span> </div>
<div style="line-height: 115%;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;">Brook
moaned as he pushed her breasts together taking up both nipples and
sucked hard. He freed them from the warmth of his mouth and repeated
with intensity over and over until Brook was arched up and grasping
at his neck.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"></span> </div>
<div style="line-height: 115%;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Landon
pulled away moving to the side of her beast running his mouth along
the underside of her breast. A line of kisses crossed over to the
other breast. He gazed up at Brook who had her eyes shut. </span>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"></span> </div>
<div style="line-height: 115%;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Moving
down he was careful not to miss any area along waist and trailing
across her belly. He had never licked a wet woman before and loved
the sexual sensation of it. </span>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"></span> </div>
<div style="line-height: 115%;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Brook
wrapped her hands around his arms and pulled him up to face her. She
leaned toward him and placed her lips to his. Slow steady their
tongues entangled with one another. </span>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"></span> </div>
<div style="line-height: 115%;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;">He
leaned on his elbows beside her head and at first the kiss was
gentle. As the seconds past neither of them could restrain for
needing to penetrate one another with the deepest of kisses. To
Landon nothing could ever be sexier. Both their heads moved without
rest. Unfathomable desire to create the most profound kiss was bring
them both to the point of release.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"></span> </div>
<div style="line-height: 115%;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;">Brook
drew her knees up inviting him to move closer. Landon positioned his
erection at her opening and then swiftly pulled away resting it to
her midsection. She could feel a pulsation against her belly. A warm
spray tickled her where their bodies met.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"></span> </div>
<div style="line-height: 115%;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Landon
let out a long loud groan. He again held back but this time it was
painfully hard. </span>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"></span> </div>
<div style="line-height: 115%;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;">Lifting
his head he gazed at her as she stared up at him. <i>I’m not going
to last more than three seconds in you. </i>He wanted to say it out
loud but had the feeling she already knew. Her eyes were sympathetic
in a way and he felt like he failed.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"></span> </div>
<div style="line-height: 115%;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">He
took hold of her legs and pushed them up towards her head. Brook slid
her hands along the sheet at her sides and as she did she felt the
sensation of his tongue slip inside her as deep as he could go. </span>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"></span> </div>
<div style="line-height: 115%;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">“<span style="font-size: medium;">Landon,”
she cried.</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"></span> </div>
<div style="line-height: 115%;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">His
hand reached up and touched her in the most sensitive area and he
pressed down gently rubbing. Hard thrashing’s of his tongue
penetrated her as she grabbed the sheets almost from under her. </span>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"></span> </div>
<div style="line-height: 115%;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;">Loud
moans turned into rapid gasps of whimpers as she began to climax.
Landon held her down as her body trembled. One last cry of his name
and her body jerked up off the bed with sensations of pleasure unlike
anything she has ever felt before.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"></span> </div>
<div style="line-height: 115%;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;">He
waited until her body relaxed before easing his hold on her. Landon
moved up the side of her and Brook took hold of his length and began
to stroke him with a firm grip.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"></span> </div>
<div style="line-height: 115%;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Landon’s
body jerked wickedly. <i>Oh no no no no, Red. </i>He watched her
wiggle down the bed. She gazed up at him and very slowly licked her
lips with the tip of his length just inches away. Hard throbbing sent
his body to a place he knew he could not come back from this time. </span>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"></span> </div>
<div style="line-height: 115%;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Taking
his erection she placed him to her lips and rubbed the tip over her
mouth. <i>Oh shit! Bloody hell, Red! </i></span>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"></span> </div>
<div style="line-height: 115%;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">With
their eyes still locked she opened her mouth and took him in. Slowly
she sucked down further until the tip of his length pushed against
the back of her throat. Without warning she gagged on him slightly. </span>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"></span> </div>
<div style="line-height: 115%;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">He
loved it. Landon held the back of her head a pushed in her hot moist
mouth deeper. She sucked harder as he pulled back all the way until
he left her mouth. Brook quickly took him in again and moved faster
as far down as she could. </span>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"></span> </div>
<div style="line-height: 115%;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Landon’s
fingers squeezed her hair as his body tightened. With pulsating need
he released deep in her throat. He didn’t close his eyes and
watched her beautiful lips wrapped around his length for the first
and last time. </span>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"></span> </div>
<div style="line-height: 115%;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;">Brook
sat up pulling the sheets with her. Wiping away what spilled out from
him she then smiled at him. “I had no clue what I was just doing.”</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"></span> </div>
<div style="line-height: 115%;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;">Landon
looked at her with surprise. “Really?”</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"></span> </div>
<div style="line-height: 115%;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">“<span style="font-size: medium;">Yes
really.” Brook started to giggle.</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"></span> </div>
<div style="line-height: 115%;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;">He
reached out taking her hand he pulled her into his side. “I would
not have thought that. You were amazing and I can honestly say I have
never before been so aroused up until this night with you, Red.” He
trailed a finger up along her arm.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"></span> </div>
<div style="line-height: 115%;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Brook
nestled in closer and rests her head on his bent arm. “Will you
stay here one more night?” She asked. “In the bed this time.” </span>
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"></span> </div>
<div style="line-height: 115%;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;">He
gazed down at her profile. Brushing away a lock of still wet hair
from her cheek he answered, “No.”</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 115%;">
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Caryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13683722744802787954noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594561863416073039.post-74244801163385462442013-06-01T05:01:00.001-05:002013-09-09T06:07:35.635-05:00The Temptation of a Kiss ~ Chapter 16<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<div style="text-align: left;">
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</span><br />
<div align="CENTER" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="font-size: large;">~ Chapter 16 ~</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="font-size: medium;">Brook followed not far
behind him in silence the remainder of the walk back. <i>Well now
I've done it. The one person I feel the most comfortable with for
some odd reason, is not talking to me. When am I ever going to learn
to just shut my mouth and listen? I don't blame him for growing so
cross with me. I am a Irish redheaded mule. </i></span>
</span></div>
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</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="font-size: medium;">She gaze up at the back of
his shirtless body. Even in the moonlight his muscles bulged with
every movement of his arms. Brook reached up and touched the top
button of his shirt at her chest. <i>Perhaps if I had been slower to
react he would have drew me up into his arms and buttoned his shirt
for me. Lingering slow caresses of his fingers along me. Beautiful
green eyes gazing into mine as he did it. That rakish smile of his
creeping across his handsome face as he worked his way up the front
of his shirt on my body. </i></span>
</span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
“<span style="font-size: medium;">Oh,” Brook yelped. His
back was as solid as it looked as she found out when running right
into him. Her palms rested on him a moment longer then they should
have but she was mesmerized by the feel of his naked skin. The
sensation she felt instantly surging through her unlike anything she
had ever experienced. Ending it was not a thought.</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="font-size: medium;">Landon slowly turned to face
her. His glare was firm and not at all what she had hoped to see. His
normally bright jade eyes seemed dull and dark. His jaw was clenched
tight and his posture even more so.</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
“<span style="font-size: medium;">Pardon me,” she said
softly. As soon as their eyes locked Brook's darted away. She
couldn't bring herself to hold his gaze. The fear of him seeing what
she was feeling is too risky. </span>
</span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="font-size: medium;">Quentin cleared his throat
as he approached them. “You can enter in through the back
staircase. It leads up to the second floor not far from your
chambers.” He looked to Landon. “At this late hour she should be
undiscovered I think.” No one responded to his suggestion. Quentin
reached out and patted Landon's shoulder.</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
“<span style="font-size: medium;">You can escort her if you
don't mind,” Landon said. He didn't wait to see Brook's reaction
and did not care what Quentin's was, although he knew him well enough
to agree he was acting ungentlemanly towards Brook at the moment.
Making his way up to his own chambers he walked with no regrets. <i>It
is for the best. The whole night was going further than I had ever
intended in regards to her. I've showed her more of my feelings than
I should have ever done. She knows we cannot become involved. I know
my boundaries with her and yet both of us seem to wait for the other
to say differently. To drop our guards far enough to easily welcome
each other to cross. All this has to stop tonight. </i></span>
</span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="font-size: medium;">He made it into his room.
“I've spent so little time in here I don't even know where my
clothes are kept.” After fumbling through a few drawers he gave up.
Sitting on the edge of the bed Landon removed his footwear and laid
back in the dark. Ticking rhythmic sounds kept his mind on nothing
but that. Besides the occasional mummers of passerby’s the estate
was quiet. </span>
</span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="CENTER" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="font-size: medium;">~~</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="font-size: medium;">Brook waited at the dressing
table for her bath to be filled. Eyes fixed on the scarf she had
found in Landon's coat pocket she heard nothing of the three maids
behind her talking about the night's events. She felt drained. Empty
to the point of ghostly. Just a mere image for others to look at. She
was facing the mirror and could not bring herself to look in it. <i>How
could everything have gone so wrong so quickly? He kissed me,
underwater, he had kissed me. I saw the fear in his eyes, it was
there. I sensed it in his hands as his entire body trembled while
holding me. Why then the hollow gaze he looked at me with before he
left? It makes no sense to me. </i>Brook's attention was draw to
movement in the doorway.</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
“<span style="font-size: medium;">May I come in?”</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="font-size: medium;">Brook turned to see Sarah
standing there with teary eyes. “Do not fret, Sarah. I am perfectly
fine.”</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="font-size: medium;">Sarah could not hold in her
tears any longer and ran for Brook's embrace. “I do not know what I
would have done if you were hurt or worse.” Sarah pulled back from
her. “You are the sister I never had.” Taking notice of Brook's
condition she bit up her bottom lip. “You are a mess? Has anyone
sent for a doctor?”</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="font-size: medium;">Brook smiled. “Sarah as
you are for me and it will always be this way. Now wipe your tears I
do not need a doctor I am alright. Devon, Quentin, and Landon rescued
me.”</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="font-size: medium;">Sarah took the cloth Brook
held out to her. “Who was the man? Did you know him?”</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
“<span style="font-size: medium;">No,” Brook shook her
head. </span>
</span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="CENTER" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="font-size: medium;">~~</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="font-size: medium;">Landon's finger tapped to
the rhythm of the clock on his bare chest. He could still feel the
cool water washing around them as they kissed. Her grip on his hand
as he held her was chilling. Only because at that moment he did not
know whether he would lose her or not. </span>
</span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="font-size: medium;">His eye flew open at the
memory of her body as he pulled away his coat from her. <i>Thank god
we were not alone. I would have taken she and I know there would have
been no turning back. Her taught nipples hidden by a thin layer of
torn material and just long enough to cover her where my eyes wanted
to see most. I bet she's breathtaking, every inch of her. </i>Landon
sat up. “This is ridiculous.” He pushed open the french doors are
strode over to the railing. His jaw was clenching again. <i>I'm going
mad. </i></span>
</span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="CENTER" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="font-size: medium;"><i>~~</i></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
“<span style="font-size: medium;">Devon had said Landon was
giving you air underwater,” Sarah said with a slight curl of her
lips upward. He was also told by Quentin that Landon turned a pale
color that was nearly a gray blue when you disappeared under water.”</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="font-size: medium;">Brook's gaze moved to Sarah.
She had wondered if he had visibly reacted to what was happening to
her. Brook stood up and walked back over to the dressing table. “I
honestly have no clue what he was doing or thinking,” she said.
Reaching down her took the scarf between her fingertips. </span>
</span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
“<span style="font-size: medium;">Are you going to keep
denying what you feel for him, Brook?” Sarah asked.</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="font-size: medium;">She tried to swallow but
couldn't. “You know as well as I do and everyone else for that
matter that nothing can ever become of us, Sarah.”</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="font-size: medium;">She rose from the bed and
walked over to Brook. “That is simply not true. If he loves you or
even wants to find out if he might, then nothing should stop him from
doing so.”</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="font-size: medium;">Brook looked to Sarah's
reflection in the mirror. “If means not knowing or maybe and it is
not worth the risk he would take. Sarah, he would lose everything and
his family would disown him.” Her gaze fell back to the scarf in
her hand. “If I had been born to a respectable noble family than
maybe things could be different but that is not my reality is it?”</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="font-size: medium;">Sarah rested her hand on
Brook's arm. “I see the way you both look at one another. Isn't it
worth finding out? I mean the possibility that he may want to love
you more than needing the approval of his family is not so far
fetched, is it?”</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
“<span style="font-size: medium;">I don't know Sarah. I
will not allow my heart to wander there,” Brook said softly. She
had almost confessed her thoughts as to having one magical night with
him and than never looking back. “I may find love one day like you
have with Devon but it will not be with Landon. Somethings are just
not meant to be and I'm okay with that.”</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
“<span style="font-size: medium;">I understand. You know
there was a time Devon and I seemed hopeless,” Sarah said.</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="font-size: medium;">Brook laughed quietly. “Yes
I remember. The poor man was passing out all over London.”</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="font-size: medium;">Sarah's head fell back with
laughter. “Odd and romantic wouldn't you say?”</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="font-size: medium;">Brook placed her arm to her
forehead as if to swoon. “Very I would agree.”</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="font-size: medium;">A knock sounded at the door.
“Yes,” Brook said.</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="font-size: medium;">Three maids cracked open the
door. “We have the last of your bath water, Lady O’Brien.”</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
“<span style="font-size: medium;">Oh please come in,”
Brook answered.</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
“<span style="font-size: medium;">I shall let you relax in
your bath and see you in the morning,” Sarah said.</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
“<span style="font-size: medium;">Good night Sarah and
please tell Devon thank you again for me,” Brook said.</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="font-size: medium;">A few minutes later brook
was alone. The warm summer air floated in through the open french
doors. Quentin had assured her the estate was going to be guarded on
a twenty-four hour watch until her departure, so she had no worries
about leaving the doors open.</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="font-size: medium;">Brook slipped off her robe
and dipped her foot into the steamy bubble bath. Sinking down, hot
soothing water engulfed her body. Sore muscles she had not even known
were there hurt and ached as she rest motionless. Minutes passed. The strength
to lift the sponge to her neck was not even there.</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="font-size: medium;">Finally she closed her eyes
and said, “I know you're there.” She had wondered but now knew as
the breeze carried in his scent in through the doors.</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
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Pages of Romancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03249198769377420970noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594561863416073039.post-22713213306234350442013-05-31T02:07:00.001-05:002013-09-09T06:07:35.609-05:00The Temptation of a Kiss ~ Chapter 15<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
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<div align="CENTER" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="font-size: large;">~ Chapter 15 ~</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="font-size: medium;">Landon jumped in and rushed
to where she had been. Plunging his hands beneath the water he felt
for her. <i>Come on damn it Red, I know you are here.</i> He
frantically moved every witch way for her. Landon closed his eyes
tight. <i>Okay look, you are I have not had many conversations over
the years but I am begging you to help me find her. Please do not
take her. </i>He waiting for some kind of acknowledgment or sign but
there was nothing but the sounds of mumbles of men around him and
splashing of water. <i>A bargain. That's usually what people offer up
when they need your divine intervention or a miracle, right? Okay
then. </i>Pausing for a moment Landon promised the first thing that
came to mind that he felt guilty about and swore he would try to
never do it again. </span>
</span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="font-size: medium;">A sudden snap as if someone
had broken a twig in on the silent forest floor caused his eyes to
fly open and he gazed straight ahead of him at the bank. </span>
</span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
“<span style="font-size: medium;">Devon,” he yelled.
Landon ran over to a large tree laying against the bank half in the
water. He reached down and within seconds made contact with her
dress. “I have her.” He said to Devon as he came up to him from
behind. “We haven't much time.”</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
“<span style="font-size: medium;">Don't let go of her,”
Devon said before he sank into the stream next to him. Ten seconds
later he emerged and said, “She is tangled in the branches. I can't
free her alone.”</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="font-size: medium;">Landon began to rip at her
clothing which was not getting him anywhere. “The material is wet
and won't give.”</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="font-size: medium;">Devon called out for
Quentin. “We need a knife quickly.”</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="font-size: medium;">Quentin handed Devon one and
pulled out another one from his pocket. Both went to work on Brook's
dress under the black rushing water. </span>
</span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="font-size: medium;">Landon held onto her hand
with both of his. With every passing second it felt like an hour to
him. <i>You do know when I asked you to help me find her I meant for
her to be alive. </i>He gazed up and narrowed his eyes at the endless
night's sky. <i>Is that so much to ask? To take a woman's life who
her herself does nothing other than give of herself to others without
as much as expecting a thank you in return. What could you possibly
gain by depriving this world of her smile, her kindness, her heart
for mankind? </i>A slight squeeze griped his hands and his gaze shot
down towards the swirling water.</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="font-size: medium;">Devon surfaced. “She needs
air, Landon.”</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="font-size: medium;">He took in a deep breath and
went down. His lips made contact with Brook's. Covering his mouth
over her mouth he slowly exhaled into her hoping she was getting
something without taking in any water. Brook's pale skin shinned like
a light in the dim space between them. He stayed down with her as
long as he could. Finally he had to surface for air but as soon as he
came up he went back down to give Brook more air. </span>
</span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="font-size: medium;">As their lips met again he
was glad to feel her other arm now free as she wrapped it around his
neck. <i>Just hold on Red you are almost free.</i></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="font-size: medium;">Landon softly touched her
cheek with the palm of his hand. Brook closed her big blue eyes. <i>I
have never wanted to feel someone's touch more in my life than I do
right now. </i><i>Not just someone's, his. </i>She felt his lips
leave her mouth and then he tried to release her hand. <i>No don't
let go. Please don't leave me. </i></span>
</span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="font-size: medium;">He gazed down to see Brook's
other hand grasp at his arm. Landon went back down and kissed her
lips tenderly with a softness she had never felt before. It was than
in that moment she knew he would not let her die under there. </span>
</span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="font-size: medium;">Rubbing her cheek with his
thumb he did his best to show her he was not willing to let her go.
<i>I'm not going anywhere, Red. </i><i>I wish I could comfort you
with words but as of now that is impossible. Look in my eyes and see
what I am trying to say to you.</i></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="font-size: medium;">Brook's grip eased and he
stood up and quickly removed his coat hanging it on a branch next to
him. Going back under for what he hoped was one last time he gave her
another breathe. As he did Brook's body floated up towards him and
she took in a deep massive inhale when hitting the surface. </span>
</span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="font-size: medium;">Standing in waist deep water
Landon took his coat and covered her nearly naked body. He drew her
to him an held her within his arms. She squeezed his shirt in her
hands as she struggled to regulate her breathing. </span>
</span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
“<span style="font-size: medium;">Take your time,” he
whispered. </span>
</span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="font-size: medium;">Brook shook her head no.
“Where? Where is he?” she managed to ask.</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
“<span style="font-size: medium;">Honestly I'm not sure. I
was too focused of finding you.” Landon reached you to her face and
with his finger pulled away the clinging wet hair from her eyes. “You
are safe now and do not need to worry about anything else other than
catching your breath, Red.”</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="font-size: medium;">She was comforted at the
moment by his words. “You saved my life Landon, thank you,” she
said. Brook's eyes locked with his. He wasn't smiling anymore. To her
he seemed troubled by her gratefulness. </span>
</span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="font-size: medium;">Landon abruptly released her
and looked around. “We should head back to the estate and get you
into some clothing.” He motioned to Devon to come over to them. As
Devon approached he took Brook's hand and placed it on Devon's arm.
“Will you aid Brook up the bank?”</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
“<span style="font-size: medium;">Oh course I will,”
Devon replied and then smiled at Brook. </span>
</span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="font-size: medium;">She watched Landon walk away
up the bank. <i>What just happened? Why is he suddenly so cold to me?
What the hell did I do?</i></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
“<span style="font-size: medium;">Are you alright?” Devon
asked as he guided her towards a low spot of land. There was no
mistaking her tense posture or death grip on his arm. “Brook?”</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
“<span style="font-size: medium;">Yes I am okay.” She
flashed a half smile but did not look to him. “Thank you for
helping to save me, Devon.”</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="font-size: medium;">He pattered her hand with
his other hand. “Ah, just trying to return the many favors you have
helped me with these last few months.”</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="font-size: medium;">This made Brook giggle
softly. “Well I would say that this far exceeds all favors past,
present, or future, Devon on your part. I do not recall ever saving
your life,” she said.</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="font-size: medium;">Devon chuckled. “Brook,
you were there for me when I did not even know I needed you. It was
you who helped me to realize how much I loved Sarah.”</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="font-size: medium;">She looked to Devon then
asked, “If I ask you something will you answer honestly?”</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
“<span style="font-size: medium;">Yes,” he said with
suspicion.</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
“<span style="font-size: medium;">What is going on with
Sarah?” Brook asked. “She is not herself at times and it seems to
me to be getting worse.”</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="font-size: medium;">Devon shook his head slowly
as he gazed at the path in front of them. “It is her memory from
the head injury. Every week she is losing more of it. The doctors do
not know what else to do about it.” He then fell silent.</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="font-size: medium;">Brook wasn't sure if she
should press the issue any longer. She had no background experience
with head injuries other than bumps and knocks she attended to from
the locals at the pub. Her father was a kind man but not mild
tempered in the least when pushed.</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="font-size: medium;">Devon broke the silence. “I
fear I will lose her forever,” he whispered.</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
“<span style="font-size: medium;">Brook paused and turned
to him. “Perhaps you should try less conventional treatments.”</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="font-size: medium;">Devon shook his head. “No,
no way. Sarah could end up worse than she already is. I won't risk
it.”</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
“<span style="font-size: medium;">Yes but you said yourself
she is declining every week before your eyes. Something has to be
done, Devon. She isn't aware she is losing memory is she?”</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
“<span style="font-size: medium;">No.” Devon said in a
soft voice. “Sarah remembers she forgets things but lately she has
no idea when she is regressing or after wards. It is odd because she
will all of the sudden be back in the present with me like nothing
had ever happened.”</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="font-size: medium;">Landon walked at a good
fifteen paces behind Brook and Devon. His jacket Brook was wearing
barely covered her bottom. The only clothing that wasn't cut away
from her was her camisole and even that suffered from the
entanglement leaving it with gaping holes. Two men walking behind him
spoke in low tones to one another and Landon was positive it was in
regards to Brook's long bare legs.</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="font-size: medium;"><i>These two better shut it
before they are chewing on their own teeth. </i><span style="font-style: normal;">He
watched her creamy skin move in the light of the torches. To him they
were almost as alluring as her lips, almost. With bare feet she
walked delicately. Every step seemed to whisper to him, “Follow
me”. </span><span style="font-style: normal;">Even through his coat
he could see the movement of her hips swaying in the most feminine
way. It was clearly not only drawing his attention.</span></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
“<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-style: normal;">I
wish I could have been one of the lucky chaps to cut away her
coverings,” the man said.</span></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-style: normal;">The
other laughed aloud. “You and me both!” I would've felt my way up
to her-</span></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-style: normal;">Landon
stood face to face with the man. “Oh please do go on because as
soon as you finish your last filthy word I'm going to make sure you
will never talk again. Do you think it's possible to swallow without
a tongue?”</span></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
“<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-style: normal;">Let's
have a little chat shall we gentleman.” Quentin said as he placed a
hand on each of the man’s shoulders. He stood behind the two men
and smiled at Landon. “I was quite honestly wondering how long you
were going to listen to them.”</span></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-style: normal;">Landon's
glare did not move from the man in front of him. “Not long enough I
suppose.”</span></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-style: normal;">The
man shrugged. “I could continue,” the man said with a grin.</span></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-style: normal;">Quentin
slowly closed his eyes and backed up. “I tried to help you two
idiots.”</span></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-style: normal;">Landon
struck the man before he had a chance to blink. He fell backwards and
did not get back up.</span></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
“<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-style: normal;">I
got it from here, my friend.” Quentin said as he held the other man
with one firm hand by the back of his collar.</span></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-style: normal;">Landon
turned and began walking towards Brook and Devon who luckily did not
notice the exchange. “</span><span style="font-style: normal;">Devon,”
he said as he came up closer.</span></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-style: normal;">They
turned to see Landon unbuttoning his shirt. “I will escort her the
remainder of the way.</span></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-style: normal;">Devon
looked behind Landon to Quentin seventy steps back. “Yes, well I
shall see if Quentin needs company than.”</span></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
“<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-style: normal;">What
are you doing?” Brook asked. </span></span>
</span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-style: normal;">He
pulled her over off the path behind a huge oak tree. “You need to
put this on.”</span></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
“<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-style: normal;">Landon
your coat in suffice I believe.” She watched him pull his shirt out
of his pants while he was looking in every direction. “You are
acting odd.”</span></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-style: normal;">His
gaze flew to her and he just stared at her. The moment grew tense and
heavy between them. Brook did not know what had provoked this
behavior but she wasn't going to stand for it. </span><i>Saving my
life or not he is not going to order me around. </i></span>
</span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-style: normal;">Brook
turned from him to walk away </span><span style="font-style: normal;">and
he took hold of her arm. “Put this on, Brook.”</span></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
“<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-style: normal;">Let
go of my arm.” She stated and yanked it out of his grip. </span></span>
</span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
“<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-style: normal;">Take
off the coat and put this on, Red. We'll stand here all night until
you do.” </span></span>
</span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-style: normal;">His
tone was low and she was not sure what to make of it. “I do not
understand what has come over you but I do not care for it. Now, I am
walking back to the estate and if you choose to stand her with your
shirt in your hand than do so...alone.” </span></span>
</span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-style: normal;">Brook
again turned from him and Landon </span><span style="font-style: normal;">abruptly
yanked her into his arms and at the same time slid the coat off her
body wrapping the shirt around her just as fast. He took several
steps back with the coat in one hand he pointed to her with the other
and said, “You might want to button that up.”</span></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-style: normal;">Brook
turned away from him without a word. </span><i>Who does he think he
is demanding I do something because he says so. </i></span>
</span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="font-size: medium;"><i>Bet you didn't see that
one coming did you Red? I've never met such a stubborn woman in my
life.</i></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="font-size: medium;">After a few moments she
started to walk away. Landon smiled at his clever maneuver and the
fact that he had out witted her.</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="font-size: medium;">Brook glanced over her
shoulder at him and then let the white over sized shirt fall from her
body to the ground. "I won't be needing this but thank you."</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
“<span style="font-size: medium;">Are you crazy,” Landon
said loudly. She was completely exposed and calmly walking away from
him. He picked up the shirt and wrapped it around her waist from
behind. Her naked skin was firmly up against him and he felt the sudden throbbing of his erection. Tying the sleeves in a double tight knot he said, “Woman,
you are asking for trouble. Do you realize I just knocked a man out
not too long ago for talking about your parts that you are so carelessly now showing off to
the world?” He placed the coat over her shoulders and released her
forward. “I can't fight off twenty or so men because you decide you
want to be a little Irish redhead that resembles a mule.”</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="font-size: medium;">Brook's mouth dropped open.
<i>What did he just call me? </i>She stood there as Landon passed by
her. “Well who asked you to anyways, Lord Fields?”</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="font-size: medium;">His hands clenched but he
kept walking. <i>Foolish woman. </i></span>
</span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">~ Chapter 14 ~</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Landon laid in
bed with his eyes closed. He could hear the soft wisps of breaths
Brook had taken in as his lips settled next to her ear. </span><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>What
was I thinking spewing out all that to her. Why the hell would I tell
her what I fantasize about regarding her? </i></span><span style="font-size: medium;">Bringing
his hand in a ball to his forehead Landon tapped it to his skin.
</span><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>Stupid, stupid ,stupid! I mean seriously what
did I think she was going to do? Turn around and fall into my arms.
Ha, no that's what I wish her to do and I'm surprised I didn't let
that reveal it's self too.</i></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: medium;">He gazed over
to the clock on the gray marble mantel. </span><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>It is
still early. I could go apologize for what I said to her. God what am
I saying? It's what I did to her! Foolish idiot. I cannot imagine
what she thinks of me now.</i></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Landon's feet
hit the floor and he began to walk the perpetrator of the room. “I
have made a mess of things now.” His pace was slow and </span><span style="font-size: medium;">steady
as he walked the length of the room in front of the windows. “How
could I be so selfish? I mean I am fully aware she is not an innocent
but by no means is she experienced enough to handle what I had said
to her. Damn it! The only thing I did was seduce her...hell I seduced
myself.” Landon chuckled at the thought. </span></span>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: medium;">He paused in
front of the balcony doors. Pushing them open he walked out to the
railing. His hands met the rim of the cooled stone. </span><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>Is
it possible that she saw through my words and felt what I was really
saying to her? I have never before been so caught up in a woman. She
has this thing about her that I can't turn away from. I wish I knew
what it was.</i></span><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: medium;">His gaze flew
up to a startling sound off in the distance. “What the hell is
going on down there?” He leaned over further. The path was lit with
torches but the figures were still faint. </span></span>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: medium;">His heart
seized at the sound of his name. </span><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>Brook!
</i></span><span style="font-size: medium;">“Release her now!” </span></span>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The tone of his
voice carried through the dark to Brook like trembling thunder.
“Landon!” she cried out again. “Let go of me,” she screamed
at the man. His bulky arms encased her whole body leaving her
helpless in his grasp. </span></span>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Landon flew
through the hall and down the stairs. Turning the corner into the
atrium he could not contain his fear. Landon shouted her name as loud
as he could as he barreled towards the back doors.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Devon and
Quentin locked eyes and immediately followed Landon's voice. </span></span>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Brook kicked
the man's shin with her heel as hard as she could. It was met with a
chuckle in her ear. “You are needed by my Lord. He is waiting for
us to return so stop struggling.”</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Brook's mind
raced. </span><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>Where is Landon? God please help me. Do
not let him take me. </i></span><span style="font-size: medium;">As she finished her plea
Brook felt a solid pain on her head. The bright stars above seem to
grow fuzzy. </span><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>Keep my eyes open. Ouch my head
really hurts. I think he hit...</i></span><span style="font-size: medium;"> Her words
trailed off to nothing as the grip of unconsciousness took hold of
her.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Landon reached
the spot where he had seen them. “Brook!” His body whipped around
every which way of any sign of her. </span><span style="font-size: medium;">An elegant
lavender scarf rest on the edge of the path before him. Landon picked
it up and rubbed it between his fingers. Her scent danced through the
air on a small breeze to meet him. “Red,” He belted out so loud
it hurt his throat. </span></span>
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“<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: medium;">What is
going on,” Devon asked as he ran up to his side. </span></span>
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“<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: medium;">A man. There
was a man and he has her now,” Landon answered. “</span><span style="font-size: medium;">She
was here a minute ago. The bastard had his hands on her.”</span></span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: medium;">What man?
Quentin asked.</span></span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The man who
was here!” Landon yelled as he went to walk away.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Devon grabbed
his arm and Landon snapped it back. “Okay look, we can't help you
unless we know who you are talking about, Landon.”</span></span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: medium;">There was a
man and he took Brook. God damn it aren't you listening!” Landon
began to walk down the path towards the woods.</span></span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Are you
positive?” Devon asked as he followed him.</span></span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Of course I
am. He was holding her and she screamed for me to help her. I took
too long and now she's gone.” Landon stopped and gazed to Devon.
“We have to find her right now.”</span></span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Okay we
will,” Devon said.</span></span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: medium;">No like
immediately,” Landon couldn't even think straight. He didn't know
where to go or how to move. He was paralyzed with an unspoken fear of
losing her.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Devon placed
his hand on Landon's shoulder. “We will find her soon. Quentin is
gathering every man in the estate to aid us.” Devon stepped in
front of Landon. “Hey, look at me. She will be safe and here soon.”</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Quentin came up
and began giving orders to small groups of men armed with torches and
whatever they could use as a weapon. Within minutes twenty five men
were walking a line in groups into the woods. </span><span style="font-size: medium;">As
instructed they all paused at thirty paces to listen for a full ten
seconds for signs of where she might be. </span></span>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Devon was
leading with three hounds who were given Brook's scarf to smell. </span><span style="font-size: medium;">He
was sure they could not be far behind them. The dogs were pulling
hard which meant the trail was hot. All three hounds took a sudden
turn towards the stream to the right. Devon was lead into the water
along the bank. Quentin ordered for half the men to cross and walk
the other side along the bank at twenty paces back. Devon was the
only one to walk the cool swift flowing river with the hounds.
Although it was not deep it had been raining often over the past few
weeks and the current was strong. It did not help he was getting
pushed by the water at the back of his knees as he walked the rocky
bed of the stream.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Landon although
he was watching the stream with his eyes darting back and fourth to
the hounds, he was thinking about Brook. </span><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>If I
had only been a minute sooner I probably could have saved her. I
should have gone out on the balcony earlier then I would have heard
her screaming for me. </i></span><span style="font-size: medium;">His heart skipped. </span><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>Me,
she was calling out for me. Of all the people in the house she
thought to yell my name and I failed her. </i></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>After
all the rude and disrespectful things I uttered to her I was the one
she cried out to help her. </i></span><span style="font-size: medium;">Landon's gaze
moved from the water to Devon and then back to the hounds. </span><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>I
swear I will kill this filthy bastard. If she is hurt in any way I
will choke the life from him myself. </i></span></span>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Landon paused a
second </span><span style="font-size: medium;">which caught Quentin's attention. “What
is it?” he asked quietly.</span></span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Why is she
not screaming for help? We should be able to hear her through the
trees because it would echo and hold the sound,” Landon said as he
looked to Quentin.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: medium;">His lips formed
a line at Landon's words. The fear that washed over him before his
eyes caused him to shutter. “Let's move.” Quentin then shouted.
“Men pick up the pace.”</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Landon's legs
grew numb. His hands and arms surged with a throbbing odd sensation.
The swishing of water and the howling of the dogs was not enough to
drowned out the sound of his own pulse racing in his ears. </span></span>
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“<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Up ahead,”
one of the men shouted.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Quentin stopped
and then yelled, “Release the hounds, Devon.” He ordered the men
to run up further along the bank and spread out to stop the man from
fleeing. </span></span>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Landon ran
along the bank gaining on the man. Brook's limp body was draped over
his shoulder. He could see her bound hands and feet lifelessly moving
with the man's body. The faster the man ran the further back Brook's
body was slipping on him.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: medium;">With the hounds
moving in on him he let go. Landon watched in horror as Brook's body
fell head first into the stream. He wasn't sure where she was as her
motionless body sank under the water. </span></span>
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“<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: medium;">No,”
Landon shouted as he reached out for her still for far away on the
bank. </span></span>
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“<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Everyone in
the water now,” Quentin yelled. “Reach in and feel for her.” He
pointed to a handful of men. “All of you move downstream just in
case she has drifted away.”</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Devon looked to
Landon who was standing staring at the spot where he had last saw
her. “Landon,” Devon said. “Landon damn it!”</span></span></span></div>
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Pages of Romancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03249198769377420970noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594561863416073039.post-53957083878566797712013-05-29T02:14:00.000-05:002013-09-09T06:07:35.625-05:00The Tempation of a Kiss ~ Chapter 13<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: large;">~ Chapter 13 ~</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="font-size: medium;">Brook stared at the broad
posture of his back until he disappeared down the path into the
foliage. She hadn't realized it but she finally took in the breath
she had been holding. </span>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="font-size: medium;"><i>What am I do do with
this? Chase him? Beg for his attention like a dog? </i><span style="font-style: normal;">
She paused and gazed up to the glass ceiling. The stars twinkled
through the panes. The memory of every one of his words would haunt
her now and she dreaded the thought of them creeping into her head,
her dreams, and worse yet her heart. </span><i>No, he wants me to
pursue him. I will never again do that. Not for him or any other man.
To risk it all for one night with him is madness. I mean it is not as
if he even truly cares for me, not in the way I had hoped he would.
Just when I think I see it in his eyes the fact that he will never
marry outside his circle reminds me that to him I am simply someone
to pass his time with. The game...a chase. </i><span style="font-style: normal;">Brook
suddenly stood to her feet </span><span style="font-style: normal;">gathering
up her skirts in her hands</span><span style="font-style: normal;">. </span><i>I
need some fresh air.</i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;"><i>~</i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Long thin finger warped
tightly around his cane before the men in front of him. Black hollow
eyes glared at them sending a cold chill straight through them to
what was left of there hearts. Every one of them dare not look to the
evil before them. Words remained just whispers inside their own heads
not tempting the wrath of being heard.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="font-size: medium;">Four men remained one
captured from discovery. All five feared failure and what it promised
for not only them but their families. </span>
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“<span style="font-size: medium;">Drop to your knees,”
his voice hissed.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">All four heads darted up to
see his long yellow nail pointing to the man on the left end. </span>
</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">
“<span style="font-size: medium;">Crawl to me,” a low
tone echoed in the dim lit cabin. “Now!” He roared with a strike
of his cane against the gray wood under his feet.</span></span></div>
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</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="font-size: medium;">The man crawled forward
daring not to close his eyes yet praying he had the courage to do so.</span></span></div>
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</span><br />
<div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1in; margin-top: 0.1in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
“<span style="font-size: medium;">Where is the fifth?”</span></span></div>
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slight shake as he fought the sting of tears peaking in his eyes.
The hard strike across his cheek was worth the pain if that was all
he was to receive. Again his eyes remained to the ground. His body
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“Bring to me the fifth and also one of the younger women close to
my dear niece.” Turning from the men he gazed out the window to the
faint glow coming from the estate. “We will pick them off one by
one until only she remains. The men will be drawn out in search and
easier to kill if alone. Save both Price's and Sarah for last. As for
the rest, take them to the designated place and send word for me once
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<span style="font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Athena giggled to herself as she ran through the Marquis’s maze. She heard the hushed ramblings of boots pounding the dirt in the far off distance. <i>It has to be him and a few of his men searching for me</i>. They didn't sound close enough to catch up with her yet. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Jase's pulse tore through his veins like a raging river. He stopped at a split in the maze. “Quiet,” he shouted out. “All of you go to the entrance and wait for me there.” Gaze back at his choice before him he stilled his body, listening for any sign of her.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Damn it Athena. If I had known you would take me seriously I would have never dared you to do this. </span></i><span style="font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A vision of Athena hiking up her skirts as she removed her shoes all while gazing at him with playful determination and then dashing away down the stone steps barefoot, crept up in his mind. Floating lavender chiffon whirled behind her as she ran towards the maze. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">When Jase called out to her she paused for a brief moment. Wild long waves chestnut hair fell lose as she removed her clip.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Even in the moonlight from a distance he could see her mischievous smile. “Are you too kingly to pursue what is your true desire, Grand Marquis?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Jase strode in the direction he knew she would head, left. To her going right would be pointless. Within minutes he saw what he hoped wouldn’t. Taking up the purple scarf in his hand Jase squeezed it into a ball. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Foolish woman. Does she not know there are other people wandering in the maze? </i><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Shaking his head he quickly corrected himself. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">No, she knows because it was all part of the bet I made her. And she will stop at nothing to prove me wrong.</i><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“Good evening,” she said passing a couple walking by. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">I guess I am not alone out here. </i>A small laugh emerged. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">I can’t believe I am doing this. He will without a doubt refuse the marriage now. Father is going to be so cross with me. <o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">One particular sculpture reminded her of him. She reached out and grazed her fingers over the form. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">It’s an amazing liking to him. </i>Closing her eyes Athena saw his face. Strong square jaw with a slight clef on his chin. Perfectly formed lips she was positive would be very kissable. Sensual large deep green eyes that hid within them a devilish fun side he never allowed out. Fashionable longer blond hair that Athena wanted to touch on so many occasions but couldn’t. “You are almost perfect,” she whispered.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<br />Caryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13683722744802787954noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594561863416073039.post-25981605870904685032013-05-13T22:49:00.001-05:002013-09-09T06:07:35.614-05:00The Temptation of a Kiss ~ Chapter 12<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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not turn to him. “Yes we are fine. I will need a few pales of water and some
sponges if you would, Neil. Thank you.” He had hoped that would end the
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his jaw and then realized his stead had blood smears on him. “Ah yes and I will
need it as well.” He paused and then said in a low tone, “Anything else, Neil?”
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gaze flew to Quentin’s. The young woman stepped around the side of the horse as
she ran her hand along his neck. Landon’s eyes locked with the woman’s and she
screamed a blood curtailing cry. He watched her place her hand to her mouth and
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getting us a change of clothes.” He put his hands up. “Believe me it looks far
worse than it is, Richards. No one is hurt, well, not any one of us any ways.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Quentin had a grand afternoon playing a game with him, which,” Landon waved his
hand down the front of him, “Ended in this.” He then smiled at Richards as if
to say he was not happy either.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“We did not
get that far with her. You know the blood in all caused her to apparently shut
down or faint,” Landon said. He turned to Quentin who was looking irritated at
the moment and said, “Who knew a man’s nose could produce that much blood.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">
</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“This is not
funny, Landon!” Richards expression was fierce. “Lady Hanna is Devon’s cousin
and she is an innocent sweet shy young lady. I can only imagine this must have
been more than shocking for her. We need to get her into the house to Grams.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“Oh no,”
Quentin stated. “I have a house full of guests and they are not baring witness
to any of this. Bring Grams to her. I have a loft in here and I will place her
there until she recovers.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Richards eyed
him closely. “Very well than Quentin I will fetch Grams and Brook.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“Shut the
doors on your way out so no one else comes wandering in here,” Quentin shouted.
He gazed down at the woman in his arms. She had the blackest hair he had ever
seen with odd blue almost purple eyes from what he just saw.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“Quent, are
you going to gaze upon the beauty in your arms or take her out of sight,”
Landon asked as he pointed up to the stairs. “You do realize she is now covered
in blood as well right?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“Yes,” he
said as he began to carefully climb the stairs with her. “She will have to
change as well. I pray Devon and Grams can calm her and keep her from talking
about this.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“If not,
I’m not playing anymore of your crazy games today,” He patted Quentin’s
shoulder.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“Funny,
Landon,” he said. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Just then
they heard Grams shouting for Hanna. Landon leaned over the railing, “We are up
here. Take it slow on the steps, Grams. She’s not going anywhere.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">
</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">He stood
with his hands on his hips. Splatters and large droplets covered his face,
arms, and shirt. Brook calmly checked him from across the room. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Is that his blood? I don’t see any injuries
on him. </i>Landon slowly looked from the ground up to meet her eyes. His blond
hair tinted pink in areas and he gazed at her with an odd stare.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Devon walked
past her and placed a bag down on the ground at Landon’s feet. He was talking
but she heard none of it. Her attention was focused on Landon as she watched
him converse with the group. Neil passed by her with two pales. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">
</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“Brook,”
Grams said.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">Perhaps he is wounded under his shirt. He seems
fine though. I wish he would stop staring at me like that. </span></i><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">Brook took
a few steps towards him hoping he might snap out of his glare on her, it only
intensified.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“Brook!”
Grams shouted.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Her head
flew towards Grams. “I’m sorry, yes.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">
</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“You need
you to fetch clothing for Hanna please.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">
</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“Alright,”
Brook replied.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“If you see
Sarah please do not tell her or bring her with you,” Grams added.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Brook
slipped out the back door of the stable and made her way to the house still not
knowing if Landon was hurt or not. By the time she returned with a dress for
Hanna Landon and Quentin were gone. She left Grams to attend to her niece and
walked back down stairs.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">She paused
when she heard Devon’s voice. Landon replied to whatever it was Devon said to
him. She was not close enough to hear the whole conversation. Devon said her
name and Brook paused. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">All their
whispering is making it impossible to hear them. Why are they talking about me?
</i>She heard Landon laugh hard and then Devon continued speaking. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“Brook,”
Richards yelled from across the stable.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">
</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">She jumped
and turned to him. She tried to hurry towards him. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Oh this is embarrassing. Richards caught me eves dropping and now Devon
and Landon know I was listening. Stupid! Still, what where they saying? </i>Brook
gasped in her thoughts. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Maybe they were
talking about last night. I hope Devon doesn’t think I am having an affair with
Landon now. <o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“Is there
anything I can help you with, Richards?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">
</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“No, I just
wanted to make certain you were alright.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">
</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Brook could
not help but smile at him. “I am perfectly fine but thank you. I do hope Lady
Hanna will recover soon.” After a second she turned to him again. “Richards, I
want to ask you about Sarah. I want to know what is going on with her.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">
</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">He saw the
worry in her eyes. He let out a sigh than said, “Her memory is growing worse.
It seems with every day we get further away from that night McMay did what he
did to her, she loses more of her memory.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“Brook’s
eyes teared up. “Is there nothing that can be done for her?” she watched
Richard shake his head with despair and her heart broke. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">I can’t lose my best friend. Oh no Devon. </i><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“I had to
introduce myself to her this morning, Brook. I think we should all prepare for
this to grow worse as the days move on,” he said.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“I won’t
accept this, Richards. There has to be something that can be done,” Brook
stated as she gazed out the partially open door. “All hope cannot be lost yet.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Brook
walked back to the estate arm and arm with Richards. It was nearing diner hour
and she still had to dress. Guests were arriving from neighboring towns and the
day already felt as if it should be coming to an end for Brook.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">~In the atrium later that night~<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Landon was
approached by a slightly older woman who has had her eye on him since her
arrival. Brook watched carefully at Landon’s reaction to her long slender frame
as she passed by him at first. She was married but looking for a lover while she
is there at Quentin's estate, so the rumors whispered around Brook as she
walked the room.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Her run in
with the woman earlier as she walked the hall to her chambers was not pleasant
to say the least. The woman had clearly honed in on Landon and Brook’s close
friendship and did not like it. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">
</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Standing
within the circle along with Sarah, Devon, Quentin, and Luke who is also Devon’s
cousin and Hanna’s brother, she tried her best to keep to herself. Brook gazed
round trying to seem too fixed upon him. The woman standing with him noticed
his lustful glare and slowly moved herself in his line of sight.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">
</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“So I’ve
been told you do a little traveling abroad.” She said as she toyed with the
pearls at her plummeting neckline.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">
</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“Sum,” he
answered as he watched Brook look over to Luke and then smile. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Bloody bastard is staring at her lips. Just
turn away Red. You don’t need to be so polite and smiley for him.<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">
</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“I’m
assuming you must have had the pleasure of experiencing many exotic cultures
and…woman?” The woman trailed out her words with slow intent. “Tasted sinfully delicious
foods, perhaps?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">
</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Landon’s
eyes narrowed at Luke’s back. “One could say that. Although there was one particular
deliquesce I did not have the <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">pleasure </i>as
you put it, of tasting.” Landon’s gaze moved to her. The woman was nearly on
his lap. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0in 0in 6pt;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">Is he flirting with her? </span></i><span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">.The woman
threw her head back with laughter. Uneasy butterflies arose in the pit of her
stomach. </span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I can’t watch this.</span> <o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">
</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Landon had
been teasingly informed by Devon as to why Brook was upset with him and now as
he stands ignoring the woman babbling in front of him, Brook is all he is
thinking about. Aroused by the thought of her being naked in a room with him
and he did not know it, he is left feeling cheated in some way.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">
</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Sarah
noticed her tension and follows her gaze to see Landon at the other end of it.
Looping her arm through Brook's she insists they take a walk about the room and
chat. Sarah makes note of Brook's tense posture and tries her best to make
light of the situation whatever that may be, seeing that Brook has not fully
filled her in on whatever is troubling her tonight.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0in 0in 6pt;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">Oh so you are going to walk around and avoid me
are you, Red. </span></i><span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Landon takes another glass of wine off the tray of a
servant passing by.</span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"> <o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">
</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">There are
not many people in the atrium. Small clusters of folks scattered here and
there. It allows Sarah some amount of privacy to press Brook to open up to her.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">
</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Landon
watched the women begin to walk. He gazes at the way her hips sway. Notices her
long neck and thinks about how he would love to kiss it again. As they circle
around and turn towards him she refuses to make eye contact.<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"> What’s this? You refuse to look at me? I
think she is trying to get my attention</i>. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Little does she know she has had it all night.</i> <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">It’s unbelievable the way those beautiful curves of her breasts align
perfectly with her hips. </i>Greedy eyes follow the line down from her breasts
as it tapers in to her waist. He imagines himself caressing his hands over
where his eyes just were. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">How could she
not be some man’s wife or lover?<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">
</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">The thought
that she was naked is driving him mad now. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">What
is this woman yapping about? Just flash her a smile and nod.</i><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">
</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Sarah asks
Brook what is troubling her. Brook knows she cannot lie to her. “I am growing
concerned about feelings I am having regarding Landon.” <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“I have
noticed his behavior is different. Not in a bad way. I believe he may share
your interest, Brook.” Sarah said.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“If he does
Sarah, it is only for his own amusement. He himself has stated that his family
would never allow for him to marry outside his class.” Brook stopped and turned
to her. “I have been fooled once and do not care to repeat it.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">After
another thirty minutes or so Devon and Sarah finally leave and Brook has
wandered off to admire the rare botanical, so she tells herself. Landon watches
her every move and has been plotting his next move. She stands tucked ways but
not completely out of view in the foliage. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Landon
wasn't sure if it was the tormenting thoughts plaguing him about Brook or if it
was seeing her stroke the exotic foliage with her finger tips that made him
abruptly cut off the woman talking at him but he did it. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">He
approached her from behind and as he did she heard the deep tone of his voice.
“Some of these are sensitive to touch.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">She did not
turn to face him. The quickening of her pulse froze her. The scent of him
engulfed the air around her drowning out all others. The strength of his presence
was over whelming and intoxicating. To fight wanting to feel it in a way that
she secretly desired was growing weak. The thought of her walls begin to
crumble scared her to death. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Act as if he
is just any other person to talk to.<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“Did I
startle you this morning when you awoke?” he asked.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“No you did
not,” Brook lied. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Take your leave now
before you give him the opportunity to go any further. </i>She cleared her
throat but nothing came out after that.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">The idea of
sharing his torturous thoughts was arousing him but could he be so crud or bold
enough to do that to a lady? Was she the type of woman that might become
aroused by it? She turned her head towards a group laughing off to her left.
Landon's gaze did not follow he fixed on her bare neck beckoning him to kiss
it.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“I was told
differently. So how long was it before you noticed me sleeping in the chair,?”
he asked in a slow hush of words.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“I can't be
certain.” Brook turned completely away from him. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">My face is turning red I can feel it. </i>“Pardon me I must go now.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Landon
stepped in front of her. Still she could not bring herself to make eye contact
with him, if she did he would see what she carries for him. “Please step aside,”
she said while gazing at the potted plant at his feet behind him.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“I can't. I
won't, Red.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">His tone
was deep and soft and everything she wanted to feel from within his arms,
through his kiss, and in his whispers against her skin. Landon's arm brushed
against her arm as he walked round her. Even though they were fully clothed an
electric wave of sensations flooded over Brook. She found herself taking in a
deep breath and then another.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“What if I
were to tell you I was not sleeping and saw you,” he said.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Brook took
a step forward away from him and he reached out and took her hand holding her
in place. The softness of her skin as he rubbed his thumb gently across the top
of her hand teased his wicked thoughts further. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">The
comforting warmth of his hand stunned her. She hadn’t expected to feel so much
from a simple hand hold. “Release me. If you had been you would've done nothing
but leave at my insistence, “Brook said. She was determined to out word him and
stop his silly game and leave as quickly as she could.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“If I had
been awake I would have asked you to do something for me.” With her hand in his
Landon inter locked their fingers together. He felt the motion of it still her.
<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“My request
would've been for you to reach down and touch yourself but not for me, for you,
the way a woman does when she is all alone with desiring thoughts of the man
she wants.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Brook
squeezed his hand without being aware of it. Her whole body tensed at the
thought. A feverish wave rushed through her. She envisioned standing before him
exposed and caressing herself as she had wanted to so many times when thinking
of him.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Say something. I should walk away now.<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Landon
released her hand and let it glide away from him. Slowly he walked around her,
circling her motionless body hanging on his words. He knew she was imagining it
as her eyes were fixed on nothing of importance. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“If you had
slid your hand down to your delicate oasis I would have got down on my knees
before you and watched your fingers do what mines were not.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">He paced
around her and then paused. Landon noticed her body swaying slightly. “My
tongue would've joined your fingers and bathed in the taste of your pink
paradise, Red. Kissing you among the depths of your heavenly beauty. Licking
and teasing you so softly. For me,” He leaned in closer next to her ear, “It
would have been fantasies come true. One of many I have of you.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Brook felt
his words caress over her skin. Each one hotter than the one before. She was
breathless and dizzy. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">
</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“Have you
ever had that pleasure before? Wait don't answer that. I would like to keep my
fantasy of me being the first to bring you to your climax in that way or any
other,” Landon said softly, his lips nearly touching her neck. He saw Brook's
eyes slowly close. “My mouth would be greedy for you, Red. The desire to taste
and feel your moist arousal for me as I slid my finger inside you and push deep,
would bring me a pleasure I can only dream of with you.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">She
couldn't bear to hear any more. He had no clue what he was doing to her in ways
she didn't understand herself.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Landon
moved around to the other side of her. “Red, you look a little flushed.” He
gazed at her lustfully for a long moment. Cupping her cheek in his hand and
kissed her other cheek softly, then whispered, “Remember all this next time I'm
in a chair sleeping before you.” He then turned and walked away from her.</span></span></div>
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Pages of Romancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03249198769377420970noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594561863416073039.post-37936965220365013392013-05-13T01:43:00.002-05:002013-09-09T06:07:35.620-05:00The Temptation of a Kiss ~ Chapter 11<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">
<span style="font-size: large;">Chapter 11</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">The unconscious man spanning across
Landon’s lap was growing bothersome to him. He looked down at the lifeless body
and clenched his teeth. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">I cannot wait
until you regain your wits about you because I will surely enjoy knocking them
back out of you once more. </i><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">By the position of the moon he
figured he had maybe three hours before the sun started to rise. Landon nudged
his steed. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">I have to return before the
house awakes. I lost too much time chasing him through the woods. </i>The image
of Brook in his arms flashed in his mind. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Damn
it! I should’ve left her a note but there was no time. I pray she wasn’t
waiting long.</i><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Landon sat down in a chair and
gazed out the window at the sun beginning to peek over the horizon. His heavy
lids gave into the need for sleep.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">~ Two Hours
Later ~<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">A warm spray of sunshine tickled
Brook’s face. Reaching up she rubbed her nose and opened one eye shielding it
with her hand from the bright light. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">It
could not be any later than 6:30. I didn’t even get three hours rest. Mercy my
eyes will be so puffy. Damn him for asking me to wait!</i><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">The thought of last night’s near
kiss flashed in her mind. She let out a long sigh. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">I can’t believe I waited that long for him. </i>Her arm found her
forehead and it rest there. “He never returned,” she whispered. Closing her
eyes she tried so hard to drown out his smile. All the words he had whispered
to her. His touch. The way he smelled. All of it.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Brook threw back the covers and sat
up. Loud chirping from the birds outside her window sang their morning songs.
“Glad they have something to be joyful about, “Brook mumble as she walked to
her closet. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">There was no maid to aid her at her
own request. Coming from a humble background she wouldn’t know what to do with
one. Emerging from the closet she had removed all her night wear and had a pale
blue dress in hand. She was not in the habit of walking around naked but she
was never in a situation of having her own private chamber either.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">The sun was now basking in through
the French doors. Brook turned gazing at her bare reflection in the mirror. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Perhaps I am too light. I resemble a ghost
with a hint of freckles. Oh yuck.</i> She examined her shoulders. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">I swear every morning I awake there are a
few more of them. </i><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Brook paused and gazed at her neck.
She touched the spot where Landon’s lips had last touched her skin. Her eyes
slowly shut as she could almost feel his warm breath upon her. “I wish you
would have returned,” she said softly.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Her eyes opened and she stepped
back as she shook her head. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">No more. Not
another thought about him.</i> Sleepy blue eyes glistened back at her in the
mirror. She quickly wiped away a stray tear. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">That will be the only one I shed for him. You are not some foolish
young girl anymore. His words carry no meaning and his desires are nothing more
than just that…desires. A man’s need to concur and use. </i>Brook paused for a
moment gazing at the woman in the mirror she had no become. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Although I wish it were different. I wish
his words were not so empty. I…I wish he felt them the way he speaks them. So
full of passion and romantic hidden wanton. <o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">A white blur off to her left caught
her eye. She let out a loud gasp at the sight of him and immediately covered
her mouth with both hands. Staring at him she leaned forward slightly. Landon
sat fast asleep in a chair in the corner of her room. Slowly she inched closer
and noticed blood droplets down his shirt. Her hand reached out towards his
swollen lower lip. Landon stirred a little and Brook yanked her arm back.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">As she stood upright she caught her
own reflection in the mirror. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">I’m naked!
Oh dear lord I am really naked. </i>Taking up her dress in her hand she ran
into her closet and dressed without haste all the while peeping out the door
for any sign of him moving about.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“What the devil is he doing in
here?” she mumbled. “This is highly inappropriate. Especial given the fact I am
naked!” With trembling hands she buttoned her dress up as far as she could then
left the room.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“Sarah, are you awake?” Brook asked
as she softly knocked on the door. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Oh
please be here.</i> <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">The door
opened and she met with Devon’s smile. “Good morning Brook,” he said. Her wide
eyes caused him to chuckle. He pushed the door open further. “Please do come
in.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“Brook,
good morning,” Sarah said from her dressing table. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">She stepped
into the room as she nodded at Devon. Ever so careful not to turn her half exposed
back to him.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“I will
meet you two lovely ladies downstairs.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Sarah
turned to Brook after seeing her reflection in the mirror. “Are you feeling
well?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“No I am
not.” She sat on Sarah’s bed. “I…I found Landon in my room this morning.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“What?”
Sarah asked as she joined her on the bed. “Where?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“He is
sleeping in a chair in the corner.” She glanced at Sarah who was biting up her
bottom lip. “Will you please button my dress?” She turned towards her.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“Did you
wake him and say anything?” Sarah asked as she tended to Brook’s attire.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“No I
couldn’t I was naked when I found him,” Brook said as she covered her face with
her hands. She heard Sarah gasp. “I know don’t say anything, Sarah. I just pray
he was really asleep because I was exposed for a while before I saw him.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Sarah
started to laugh. She couldn’t help it. Brook dropped her hands and just shook
her head at the thought of it all.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“If I had
been clothed I would have kicked the chair over,” she said.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“Oh you
would not have,” Sarah said as she stood up. Gazing down at her she took her
hand. “Let’s talk more over coffee and pastries.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Brook sat
in the large picture window waiting for Sarah. Between last night and this
morning her head was both spinning and pounding. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“Brook.”
She gazed up to see Devon standing before her. “Did you happen to see Landon
this morning?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Her heart
skipped. “No,” she answered. Devon’s body language seemed odd to her.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“Alright
thank you,” he said and turned.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“Wait,”
Brook said a little louder than she intended to. “Why do you ask?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Devon sat
down next to her and leaned in close. “It is important I speak with him.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Brook
suddenly realized that when she had seen him he was bruised and his clothes
were torn. She looked up to Devon seeing the concern in his eyes. “He is in my
room.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Devon’s
gazed on her did not change. “Thank you. I will slip in and talk with him.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“He wasn’t
supposed to be there, Devon.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">He smiled
slightly. “It’s quite alright Brook.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“No, no it
is not. I awoke and he was there,” Brook said softly. “He was not in my room by
my invite and I need you to know that.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Devon
patted her hand. “Even if he was it is not my business to say different.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Brook’s
gazed fell to her coffee she held. “Thank you.” She watched Devon disappear
around the corner. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Why didn’t I remember
Landon’s state before this moment? Now that I think about it I had not even
mentioned it to Sarah. I should’ve sought out help for him. What is wrong with
me?</i><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“I have a
buffet of pastries for us,” Sarah said. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Grams
followed close behind her. “Good morning my dears. Quentin’s staff sets out a
beautiful spread would you not say?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“Are waist lines
won’t be if we keep indulging,” Sarah said.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“Oh mosh
posh to hell with that. I lost mine years ago.” She nudged Sarah’s side. “It
hasn’t stopped any suitors from inquiring though.” She said than winked.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Brook let
out a laugh as she watched Grams bite into a strawberry filled pastry. “If all
women had you confidence, Grams.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“We’d all
be plump,” Grams stated with a mouth full of heaven.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“And
happy,” Sarah added. She looked to Brook. “I’ve already put on weight since.”
Sarah paused for a moment.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“Sarah,”
Brook said.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Her dearest
friend gazed up to her with confusion in her eyes. “Yes.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Brook
stared at her than glance to Grams. “Ah, I was just wondering if you would like
to take a walk later this morning.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“Yes I
would love that,” Sarah said and then smiled.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Grams was
looking to Brook with an expression as if she would explain later. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“There they
are,” Grams said.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Brook
followed her line of sight through the doorway into the entry. Her eyes locked
with Landon’s. She didn’t hold it, she couldn’t and looked away. Devon
approached the women.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“Good morning
Lord Price,” Sarah said.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Devon
stilled for a moment. “Good morning Lady McMay.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Brook just
stared at him with questioning eyes. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">What
the hell is going on with her? </i>“Devon, do you care for some tea?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“I am
riding with Landon this morning but thank you,” he said. Devon crouched down
next to Grams and spoke with her privately.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“Brook,
since when did you start using Lord Price’s christen name?” Sarah whispered to
her over her shoulder.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Her head whipped
in Sarah’s direction. “I do not know.” She stared at Grams and Devon who both
heard Sarah and were watching them as they talked. “Pardon me for a moment.”
Brook stood and picked up her coffee cup. “My coffee has cooled.” <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">This morning is going stranger by the
minute.<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">She walked
across the entry to the breakfast room. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">It
has to be from the attack. I wish Devon or Grams would have told me. She seems
to be getting worse. </i><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“Red.” <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Her body
froze upon hearing his voice. Turning her head slightly out of the corner of
her eye she saw him leaning against the wall next to her. His casual posture
was bothering her. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">I bet he has a smug
devilish smile plastered about his face.<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“Lord
Fields.” Her tone was pointed and flat.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Landon’s
smile fell as he pinched his lips together. He could tell she was upset with
him. “I want to explain why I nev-<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Brook cut
him off. “No need to offer me anything. I beg you not to enter my room again.”
She finished making her coffee than turned and without eye contact said, “And
do not call me that anymore.” She walked past him not waiting for a reaction.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">His initial
instinct was to reach out for her as she passed by but restrained from doing
so. He knew Devon would be ready to set off any minute and now was not the time
to explain in detail the way she deserved for him to. He watched her walk away
to join the others.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Devon
waited for him at the front doors. Landon joined him and they walked to the
stables together.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Devon could
hear Landon’s muted mumbling to himself. He chose to let it go for the moment. “You
didn’t put anything on your eye did you?” he asked.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“No. I
arrived just as the sun was rising. I didn’t want to cause suspicion.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">They
entered the stable and met with Quentin who had three horses ready to go. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“He is not
far. I have to say I’m curious to know what you think we are going to do with him.”
Landon asked Quentin.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">He raised
his brow at the two of them. “We are just going to have a little chat.” He
turned from them and shrugged his shoulders. “And if that does not work we’ll
play a fun game with him I like to call, what body part to you revere the most.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Devon gazed
over Quentin’s should to Landon. His mouth formed a straight line and his
questioning eyes told Landon he might be serious.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“Um, do we
all have to play this game or is it only a two person type thing?” Landon asked
as he watched Quentin mount his stead.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“No, I will
not subject you to participating but I am expecting both of you to help me interrogate
him,” Quentin answered.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">As they
rode away from the estate Landon could not help but wonder exactly what it was
Quentin did for the king. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Perhaps this
was an ordinary day for him or more to the point a common activity for him. He
seems so normal otherwise. If I am honest, I guess I really do not know his
dark half and I’m glad for it. The idea of severing body parts scares the shit
out of me. </i>He glanced over to Devon riding along the side of him. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">If aid is needed in finding out information
I will not allow Devon to take part. After what happened to Sarah not too long
ago he won’t be able to handle it. Bloody hell he already is looking green.</i><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Arriving at
the small hunting cabin where Landon had tied the man up, his blood began to
rush slightly faster. Mostly at wondering what Quentin had planned. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">The odds of this thug giving up McMay is ludicrous.<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Dismounting
his stead he looked to Devon. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">He seems
not even here with us. Something is wrong.</i> “How about you keep watch. There
are still two others lurking about somewhere in these woods,” Landon suggested.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Devon gave
him a nod and remained on his horse for added views of the landscape.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Quentin
stopped right outside the door. “I need you to just follow my lead and if
anything needs to be done I will send you out.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“Quent, I
can handle this with you,” Landon said having no idea what he was saying.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Quentin
chuckled at him and shook his head. “Alright Landon than let the games begin.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">He opened
the door to see the man roped and bound in a chair. Quentin observed Landon had
nailed it to the floor. “My name is Quentin Alexander.” He walked over and
pushed open a window shinning the sunlight directly in the man’s eyes. “Can I
offer you some water?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After looking Quentin up and down he answered,
“Yes,” in a low muttered.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Landon
handed Quentin a ladle. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">I did a bang up
job on him last night. Bloody bastard ruined my evening. I was so close to
kissing her too.<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Quentin
took a chair and placed it in front of him. He glanced quickly at Landon before
he sat down. “Lord Fields behind me is going to ask you a few simple questions.
It is my sincere hope you chose to reply with honesty.” He pulled from his side
a long narrow blade and laid it on his lap before the man. “If you refuse to give
him any information or false talk, well, I shall be forced to use this and I
really am not dressed for it today.” Quentin slapped the man’s knee and
chuckled in a deep sinister tone. And as quickly as he started he suddenly
stopped. His face fell stone like as he sat straight up.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Landon was
staring at Quent with fascination. He heard him clear his throat and took this
as his cue to start. “We know you were sent here by McMay. How many are with
you?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">He paced
the floor with slow steps waiting for him to answer. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">The man’s
chair juddered with brutality by Quentin’s foot even though it was fastened to
the floor. “Speak,” Quentin hissed.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">A wide gray
yellow grin substituted for his words. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Landon
shook his head at him. “Foolish,” he said. He placed a hand on Quentin’s should
and asked one more time.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">The man’s
mouth moved for what Landon assumed were words until he saw the spit flying
from his nasty lips landing square on Quentin’s face. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #cccccc;">For some people falling in love is simple. It feels fanciful to them or even mystical. In a dim lit room filled with strangers, she is suddenly struck with the warm sensations of<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-themecolor: background1;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-themecolor: text1;">butterflies that flutter up from deep within. One is not able to help but gaze at the cause across the room from them. </span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: "Georgia","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-themecolor: text1;"></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: "Georgia","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-themecolor: text1;">For others, falling in love can be confusing and at times torturous. The desire to reach out and touch the one that consumes their every thought drives them to madness. Feelings of desperation and a burning need, to just once, be able to feel her lips on his for a brief moment in time. </span></span></span><br />
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<o:p> Brook O'Brien</o:p></h3>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">The softness of his touch forces my body to arch up towards
him. An unwilling motion to stop it renders me helpless underneath his spell.
Strong firm fingertips caress my exposed skin tantalizing every sense within
me. Slowly and teasingly, he draws out of me what has for so long lain dormant.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Awakening is the woman I've never known. This stranger wants
nothing more than to allow his desires to overtake me. An unfamiliar feeling of
freedom arises with a single stroke of his fingertip. A deep seeded addiction
to the way his skin feels on mine is consuming my every thought. This erotic
creature inside me is clawing her way out hidden in the depth of what I tried
to deny. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Lust, passion, and seduction plague me with promises of
fulfillment. As his fingertips trail down the back of my neck his wicked tongue
lingers after it. Hot moist breath skims over past his lips to meet my bare
skin acting as a hypnotic mist steadying my trembling body. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I need salvation from this. I want release from his wicked
graze across my naked flesh. He draws out of me a panting that is tainted with
sinful thoughts so teasingly naughty it will remain unprofessed and confined
within my fantasies.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">His mouth taunts my flesh. His hands rip at my resistance.
In a moment of surrender my clothing finds its way to the floor. Puddled around
my bare feet lay the only wall of resistance I held. The woman who I thought to
be so strange within me is now here. A heightened sense of passion is all I
feel in this moment. The firm pressure of his fingertips sink into the back of
my hair as my head tilts back with his force I gaze into his eyes as he
whispers my name. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">The warmth of his breath pants with a rush across my skin
drawing yet closer to him. A needy hunger glazes over in his eyes and in the
moment I now realize I am helpless to every desire he carries for me. I long to
feel his passion deep within me filling my body fully. Taste the greed of his
erect length. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">All our movements cease as our lips hoover but a mere inch
away from one another. A kiss says everything to the heart and I wait with
nervous wonder as to what his will reveal. Even though my words at the start
said only one night and this was all he had asked for still, his gaze is saying
so much more.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">My hand glides down from his neck and pauses resting over
his heart. It is pounding with thunderous strength. I want so desperately to be
the only one his heart beats for. As my deepest desired thought escapes out
into the world I feel the heat of his skin cover my hand upon his chest. He
presses my hand down firm against him allowing me to feel the pulsation. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">“You affect me in ways I have never suffered before. Please,
cure my agony. Your lingering lustful lips taunt my desires and have plagued my
dreams leaving me in a position of anguish. I pray with your kiss you will
release me from my prison of yearning after you. Alleviate my thirst to taste
your voluptuous red sin and kiss me,” Landon whispered. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Surreal words fell from his mouth and she silenced them with
her soft readied kiss. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Chapter 10 </span></span></div>
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A Kiss</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“What are you doing in here?” Brook asked in a hushed tone. She
glanced quickly at the door.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“Watching you of course. I felt it my gentlemanly duty to see to
it that you were safe and of course somewhat sound.” Landon replied as he
leaned back on the chair.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“You cannot be in my chamber, Landon. Get out.” Her eyes
narrowed at him. He was balancing on the back two legs of the chair. “If
someone comes in and sees you here my reputation will be tarnished.” She
watched him gaze at her with a devilish smirk. “Do not even say one word,
Landon. This is not funny.” Brook stood from the bed. Landon rocked on the back
legs of the chair with a gaze that she could not bring herself to look at. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“You worry far too much. We are two adults enjoying each other’s
company having a conversation. It is not as if we are rolling around under the
sheets in a tangled heated mess of flesh, Red.” He winked at her wide eyed
expression. "Red, come on I swear to you no one is going to come barging through
that door.” He pointed with his finger.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“Landon please I would feel more at ease if we were to stroll in
the gardens or-<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“Brook my dear Sarah and me are setting out to.” Grams stopped
half way into the room to the sound of a thud. “Landon James Fields! What on
earth are you doing in this room?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">She did not move her gaze from him. Landon jumped up from the
floor and set the chair right. “I…I was merely, um, that is to say, I am.” He
paused and looked to Brook for help who was standing with one arm on her hip
and clenching her teeth with wicked narrowing eyes at him.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“I was having a discussion about safety.” Landon pinched his
lips together and lowered his brows. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Grams turned her body sideways and pointed at the door. “Out
with you, boy!”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">As Landon passed Brook he whispered, “Thanks for the help.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Brook gasped at that and her fists tightened. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“Landon, I am moving you to the third floor this instant. You
are not to enter through this door again unless the woman is on fire.” Grams
scolded him.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“Well,” Landon began.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“One more word boy and you’ll be over my knee.” Grams warned
him.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Landon stopped and took Grams’s hand in his looping it through
his arm. “I do believe you have been threating that very same threat for years
now, my naughty cupcake.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Grams slapped his arm with her free hand. “Boy, you are more
trouble than you are worth.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Landon laughed. “I know you do not think that beside whom would
you pass the time with if I were not here to tease?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Grams rolled her eyes as she nudged him forward. “I think the farther
you are from Lady Brook the better.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“What can I say, Grams the woman is just smitten with me.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Grams let out a hoot of amusement in fact she could not stop
herself once she started.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“What is so funny?” Sarah asked as she approached.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“Landon here believes Brook to be smitten with him and clearly
he holds no attachment,” Grams said with giggles.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Sarah gazed over to Landon trying to hide her mirth. Landon just
stared at them. After a few seconds he turned and walked off. “Where are you
going, Lord Fields?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“To the third floor.” He replied without turning to face them.
“It sports a far better view.” This caused Grams to below out with more
laughter.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Brook sat at her dressing table and gazed at herself in the
mirror. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Honestly what was he thinking? If
it had not been Grams and someone I did not know well, it could’ve ruined me. </i><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“Knock knock,” a soft famine voice said.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Brook gazed at the door in the mirror. Sarah’s smile was shining
back at her. Brook turned and said, “Thank goodness you are here. I no longer
have to talk to myself now.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Sarah laughed. She sat next to brook at the dressing table.
Brook turned back to the mirror.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“So,” Sarah said in a slow tone. “I came upon Landon and Grams
in the hallway.” Brook pinches her lips together. “Are you going to tell me or
do I have to assume it’s what I hope it is?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Brook’s mouth fell open. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“Yes,” Sarah said as she gazed at Brook’s reflection in the
mirror.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“It was nothing,” Brook snapped.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Sarah’s laugh filled the quiet room. “That man was upset about
something and it was something to do with you.” Sarah stared at Brook than
finally batted her eyes in an innocent playful fashion.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“I was lying on the bed and did not know he was here. When I
heard his voice I told him to leave than Grams walked in.” Her gaze fell from
Sarah’s. “See it was nothing.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“Did he sneak in here?” Sarah asked.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“Yes and when I saw him he was drinking tea as if it was just
any other day.” She shook her head. “Sometimes he gets me so frustrated,
Sarah.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“I will say it was very daring of him. With all the guests
roaming around this place anyone could’ve come upon you two.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">
</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“Exactly!” Brook stated. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“It may have ruined you,” Sarah said.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“It was rude,” Brook added.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“And wickedly childish,” Sarah included. She could tell Brook
was not paying her any attention.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“So immoral and improper for him to act out like that,” Brook
said.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“And sinful,” Sarah uttered. “So, very sinful.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">The low sultry tone made Brook turn her head from the reflection
to Sarah’s profile. “What?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Sarah faced her and whispered, “He is one bad boy, Brook and
needs to be punished wickedly so.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Brook could see her trying not to laugh. “Should I whip him?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Sarah’s eyes widened. She took Brook’s hand and said. “Yes but
only after you tie him up.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">The two started giggling. After a minute Brook gazed to Sarah.
“I miss spending time with you.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">She reached out and hugged her. “Well you have me now.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“I know but it’s not the same, Sarah.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">She pulled back and played with Brook’s red locks at her
shoulder. “Shall we go find some trouble to get into downstairs?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Brook smiled. “Let’s go bake something we haven’t tried before.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Sarah’s head fell back as she laughed. “Oh boy the staff is
going to be so cross with us.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“It’ll be fine. We will clean up the mess afterwards.” Brook
stood from the bench. “I promise not to burn anything this time.” Brook held
out her hand for Sarah.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“Alright but do keep in mind we have to ready ourselves for
dinner tonight,” Sarah said. “Grams will have our heads if we do not watch the
time.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">
</span><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">~~~<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">
</span><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“Has anyone seen Sarah,” Devon asked as he entered the atrium at
the back of the house.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“I haven’t seen her since she went to chat with Brook,” Grams
said. “Come to think of it I haven’t seen Brook all afternoon either.” She was
seated comfortably on one of the deep red velvet settees surrounded by tall
lush tropical plants looking like a plump royal goddess.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Landon gazed at Devon with an oh no look. “Let us examine this
for a moment. One, no one has been reported injured. Two the house is still
standing and not a blaze. Three, well, one and two make me happy,” He said as
he looked to Quentin with a smile.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“Not to worry my boy,” Grams said as she patted his arm. “I’m
sure the girls are enjoying the weather and picking flowers.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“Sir!” A maid came running into the atrium, “We need you.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“What is it?” Quentin asked as he walked towards her.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“In the kitchen, Sir.” She was breathless and panicked. “They
set it on fire making cakes.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Landon strode past them and said, “So much for number two.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">
</span><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">~~~<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">
</span><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Brook shouted, “Sarah more wet rags.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Sarah tossed a few to her. As Brook tried to smother one of the
fires with them she lit her sleeve on fire. “I’m on fire!”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Sarah grabbed a rag covering Brook’s arm with it. “Are you
alright?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“Yes I am okay,” Brook coughed out. “We need help.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“I sent the maid to fetch Quentin,” Sarah said through a wet rag
to her mouth.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">The kitchen soon filled completely with smoke. Brook was
grabbing rags as Sarah was handing them to her from the water bucket. “Alright let’s
move to the fire on the table, Sarah.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">They slid the bucket over and started covering the table with
drenched rags. The smoke was too thick to see what was in front of them. The
room was quickly becoming engulfed. Brook reached out her hand for a rag and
made contact with something soft and fleshy.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“I’m here to help ladies. No reason to panic I’ve done this very
same thing before.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Brook realized it was Uncle Paul. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">That is not a rag in my hand and he has no pants on! </i>“Oh my God
Sarah,” she screamed and started jumping around shaking her hands.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“Brook,” Sarah grabbed her shoulders. “What is it? Are you burnt?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“No it’s Uncle Paul and I touched it,” Brook shouted holding her
hands out to Sarah. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">She just stood there arms stretched out holding Brook’s
forearms. “You touched…Oh you touched it!” Sarah flung Brook’s hands away from
her.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">
</span><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">~~~<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">
</span><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Landon found himself with one word on his mind…Brook. Hundreds
of images were running through his mind. Her body lying lifeless. Burnt or on
fire. His heart raced and his feet matched at the speed of 6 horses in chase. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Blood hell I’ll kill her if she is alive.</i>
His only reactions for her making him feel this way.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">
</span><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">~~~<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">
</span><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">
</span><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Brook shoved her hands in the water bucket and rubbed feverishly.
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">This is insane. I’ll never be able to
wash off the feeling of Uncle Paul in my hand.</i> She gazed around the small
kitchen but could see nothing. The smoke was a gray thick blanket. “Sarah we
need to get out of here.” <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“Sarah has to be in there with Brook,” Landon said to Devon who
was fast behind him. He dashed past Landon and within seconds appeared with
Sarah safe in his arms.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Brook heard a loud yelp. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">That
was Sarah. </i>“Sarah?” <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Where did she go?
</i>“Sarah!” She whipped her head every which way but saw nothing. The room was
growing darker and the fact that her eyes were watering up from all the burning
heat and smoke was not helping. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">I have to
find her. </i><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Taking a rag from the bucket she covered her mouth. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">I should just crawl forward she was in front
of me.</i> Something suddenly caught her eye directly in front of her. The
growing ashen glow that was lingering throughout the room seemed to part and
through all the smoke he emerged. Standing so tall and dashing.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Without a word he took Brook up off the floor. She wrapped her
arms around his neck and he covered her face with his coat. “Sarah,” she said.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“Devon has her she is safe,” Landon said in a low soft tone. He
carried her to the atrium. His body was stiff and his jaw line was clenched. A
stone expression was fixed upon him. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">He is angry
with me. I don’t blame him I burnt down the kitchen. She studied
him closely for a moment and then had to look away.<o:p></o:p></span></em></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“Girls! You gave us a fright,” Grams blurted out in an emotional
motherly scolding. She watched Landon start to check Brook over. “Are they
hurt?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Landon was looking at Brook’s arm. “I will need some ointment
for this.” <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Brook covered it with her hand. “I am sound. Please don’t fuss.”
She wouldn’t look at him.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“Silence,” Landon said. His voice stern. His demeanor stiff.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Her gaze shot up to meet his. Genuine distress in his glare repressed
any further words coming from her. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Just
look away. I can’t stand to see him look at me like this. It doesn’t make sense
to me. He should not be this upset.<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“Everything is alright.” Quentin stated as he entered the room.
What use to be a white rag was now black with ash from his hands. “The fires
are out and no one was injured.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“Fires?” Grams asked as she looked to Devon.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“Yes apparently there was more than one,” Devon answered as he
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“Three total to be accurate,” Quentin added.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“Oh dear.” Sarah said as she looked to Brook who was still eye
to eye with Landon. “We are both so very sorry everyone. Quentin, I cannot
convey my-<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“Sarah,” he said softly, “It is an old kitchen that is hardly
ever used. The important thing is neither of you were hurt.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“Thoughtless, reckless, foolish.” Landon said as he stared into
Brook’s eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“Careless,” Brook added with raised brows.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“Inconsiderate, senseless, selfish,” Landon continued. His hand
still resting at the side of her thigh. “Indifferent.” <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Brook blinked a few times. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Indifferent?<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“Landon, let us go so the ladies can tidy up before dinner,”
Devon said patting him on the shoulder.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">He stood up without another word and left. Brook stared at the
empty space he had just been in. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Why is
he so angry? Devon and Quentin seem okay and its Quentin’s kitchen. I should’ve
said something.<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Grams escorted the ladies upstairs and of course reprimanding
them the entire way. Sarah was gripping Brook’s hand and she could feel Sarah
still trembling slightly.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“Would you like me to sit with you a while?” Brook asked her.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">She smiled at her softly. “I will be fine.” She leaned in Closer
to brook and whispered, “Despite all that’s happened I still had a memorable afternoon
with you.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Brook gave her hand a squeeze and said, “Me too.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">A loud buzz filled the halls leading to the music room. Brook
had not seen Landon since the odd exchange earlier. Standing in the doorway she
spotted Sarah and Devon in the far left corner. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">I’m going to assume Grams and Richard are seated close by but where is
Landon?</i> <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">My word there has to be at least
twenty five people here.</i> She rose up on her tip toes to try to see over
heads. There was no sign of him in the room. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Oh this is
just silly. I’m feeling disappointed I do not see him but am relieved I will
not have to look into his eyes again for now. Brook, get a hold of yourself and
stop playing with idol fantasies that will never happen. </span></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">"Lady O'Brien?"</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Brook turned to see a butler holding a silver tray. "Yes."</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">"This note is for you," he said.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">She took it from the try and thanked him. Turning the envelope over she examined it. <em>Red? </em>She couldn't help but let her heart quicken. </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Landon watched her read the note. He saw the smile span across her face. <span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Closing his eyes he sees her full succulent lips. Infatuated by the idea of caressing his thumb over </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">them consumes his every though. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">So possessed with the image of her rich red love begging him to indulge in a blissful elation of passion calls out to him. Forceful fiery need builds within him to a point of no denial. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Imprisoned in his own mind is the notion of a kiss…her kiss. Seductive in every sense of the word runs ramped inside his head. Desirable impressions turning into destruction of his will. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">The lure of her smile, the way the corners of her mouth curl up is unbearable. It is the simplest of things.</span><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It is the temptation of a kiss.</span> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Holding the elegant note in her hand, Brook paced around the
groups gathered in the grand music room. <em>What could he possibly want? Maybe
they have found McMay or maybe he has found us.</em> Gazing at the clock on the
mantel, she realized it had only been three minutes. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">How long should I wait</i>? <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Can I fetch you refreshment,
my lady?” He paused for a brief moment, “I do believe you did not tell me your
name.” He smiled with a wide grin up at Brook.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Brook glared at the
small balding unshaven man push his glasses back up his overly large red nose.
He had been following her around the room all night. Twice he grazed up against
her bottom and once ran straight into the middle of her chest. On all three
occasions it was by no accident and his hands lingered far longer than they
should have. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After a long pause the
man crossed both his arms over his chest as if he was hugging himself and
leaned into Brook than whispered, “It is crowded here tonight. Would you care to
go with me somewhere perhaps…more private?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The man reached up and
stroked his index finger along Brook’s arm. She slapped his hand away quickly
and said nothing, she just stared at him.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He pulled his hand away
with a swift jerk and sniffed his finger that had been on her arm. Brook
watched him walk away rather fast. She swore she heard him giggle. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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in the hall staring down the dim hallway. There was no sign of Landon as far as
she could determine.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Taking one last
glace at the doorway of the grand music room, Brook began to walk slowly
through the shadows.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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hall, she turned to face the front. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Where
are you Landon? </i>It was considerable silent given all activates taking place
at the estate tonight. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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appeared from the grand music room. A hand darted out and snatched Brook’s left
arm, pulling her into the alcove. A strong hand quickly covered her mouth.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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was fast and strong. He swiftly turned Brook around against the paneled wall so
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“Shhh Red.” He leaned closer whispering, “I’m sorry. It was not my intention to
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was your sole intention.” She moved onward to the opening. Landon stepped in
front of her. Brook gazed up at him slowly. “Landon I do not have time to play
your little games. Now, I would like you to move.” Brook moved her eyes from
him and focused on the shadows cast onto the wall from the candle. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Landon chuckled. “Do
you really need to return to the company of all those people you and I both
know, you don’t care to talk to.” He placed his finger under Brook’s chin and
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“You should not assume
to know what I care to do and not do. I had happen to be having a splendid time
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“With the little bald man following you around?” Landon stepped aside and bowed
slightly. “By all means then, Red, if that is what you desire.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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with furry. At the last second Landon took her and pulled her around and into
his arms. “You cannot go yet. There are two men out there still.” Landon gazed
down into her big blue eyes filled with frustration for him. “Are you not the
least bit curious as to way I sent you the note?” Landon asked her.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“I was. But now, I do
not really care. My life and everyone else’s does not seem to be in any eminent
danger. I believe you were merely board with the guests and needed to amuse
yourself.” Brook then tilted her head to the side as if gesturing him to
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Landon released her. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">God she is right. What am I doing? </i>His
gaze traveled from her eyes to her lips. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">No,
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></i><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">After a
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it more to the effect of <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">hunting.</i>”
Brook giggled. “Shhh,” Landon said as he pulled her further inside the alcove.
“The two men are walking this way.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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your dress is not. If I stand here I will block them from seeing you.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Brook. She could not help her mind from wandering to the night he kissed her at
Devon’s estate. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">I hate that I want to
kiss you. I hate it even more you have not kissed me yet. Why was he watching
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“That is one thing I am
good at, making myself disappear.” Landon smiled at Brook’s agreement with a
nod. “I was at first in the corner by the statue and then I just blended in as
I trailed you around the room.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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“Well honestly, chased. You move rather quickly, Red.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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hunted and stalked by a four foot balding creepy man.” Brook then batted her
eyes at Landon and he chuckled at her humor. “And why was it precisely you
found the need to <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">follow</i> me?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“I happen to have grown
fond of a particular part of you, Red,” he whispered softly into her ear. He
was not touching her but he could tell she tensed her body. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“From the moment I saw
you Red, your smile and those big blue eyes of yours have captured my
attention,” He paused. Leaning in closer to her ear he continued, “But the one
thing about you that has captured all of my attention…is your lips.” He placed
his hand on her waist. “Your beautiful lips have imprisoned my every thought
when I gaze at you. I remember how soft they feel.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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tremble and she was at a loss for words. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">You
are all I’ve thought about since the instant I set my eyes upon you. Just kiss
me already. What am I saying? Don’t, he can’t.</i> <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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waist. He had not moved away from her ear. “The temptation of a kiss…your kiss
is dangerous, Red.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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deny one’s desire for it can be…sinful.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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till he caught her gaze. Reaching up to her, he ran his thumb gently across her
bottom lip. “I do believe that was the most single sexy thing I have ever heard.
What a wicked thing to escape across your beautiful full lips, Red.” <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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with a seductive gaze and said, “Did you mistake me for a naive pure innocent,
Landon? If it is my lips and my lips only that you desire, then I will
surrender them to you, but only this once.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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She had no idea where this was coming from but she suddenly felt powerful. “Oh
Landon, I believe the need is all yours. Do you long to kiss me? Do you yearn
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with a heavy breath. His length was hard and now throbbing. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Red, if you say one more thing like that
slow and seductively, I may have more than just a kiss from you. I have never
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haven’t even kissed once. The first two kisses did not count. They were far too
short to be considered a kiss…a real kiss, Red.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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closer to his. “What would then?” She placed her hand against his chest and
clutched his shirt in to her fist. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Oh please
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Perhaps I should start at the very beginning. Life has a way of bringing together people who are meant to meet. Some fall into a loveless affairs for no other reason then to be with someone. Others simply lust for what they can not have. There are those of the London ton who find the deepest pleasure in nameless faces with willing bodies to share the night's allure for playful acts. And then there are those who find the perfect someone. A true love if you will. A person to make everything in their lives finally make sense. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">All and every single one of these examples happens everyday her in our modern time as well as in times past where it was all very hush hush and secretive. The price of getting caught while unwed with a man not to be your husband or worse yet a stranger, it could cause your family to lose everything leaving one to ask is it worth the risk. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">For me today I am finding somewhere to write without distractions climbing all over me ( a 3 foot little boy named Mason) </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Hopefully I will return with written chapters finally.</span></div>
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