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After ten long minutes of talking on the phone, Paxton joined her. He had a frustrated expression on his face. Maybe it had to do with Kieran’s funeral. Or maybe, because of her, he had to postpone some of his personal activities.“Is everything alright?” she asked.“Yes…” Paxton replied, taking a sit at the table. “It was the funeral home. Some last-minute changes. Nothing for you to worry about.” Rhiannon nodded slightly.“Paxton… Uhm… What about Santi? Do you know anything about him? I mean, the funeral…”“It’s been already taken care of. The funeral, the trip to Mexico, everything. His parents want to bury him there.”“Oh… I see.” In life, Kieran and Santiago were two peas in a pot. They were so in sync, so caught up in each other. They were more than best friends, they were more than lovers. They were two halves of the same whole: Kieran couldn’t live without Santiago and vice versa. So, hearing about two separate funerals was so painful, so abnormal
“Are you nuts?” As Paxton’s gaze followed the steep staircase up several stories into the gloom, he heard Rhiannon struggling to get her key out of the heavy interior door that had closed behind them. When she caught up with him, he whirled on her.“There is no elevator in this damn building.”“This is one of the reasons I chose to live in this Victorian brownstone… Besides, there are only three flights…”“‘Only three flights,’ she says… Do you hate elevators?” Paxton asked, remembering their last ‘trip’ straight to his penthouse.“I’m not very much into small spaces or boxy rooms…”“How come?”“When I was a kid, an older cousin had locked me in a closet and left me there while he went outside to play with other kids. He also turned off the light, so… this is why I hate dark, small rooms.” She could still remember John’s gloating smile right before he’d shut down the door. Paxton’s mouth tightened.“I’m sorry, Rhiannon…” he said calmly. “I understand your reluctanc
“Can we do something about it?”“You can take anything to court, but if she puts up a fight, which she probably will, it will cost you more than it’s worth,” Teddy said. “I don’t have to tell you that family lawsuits are very unpleasant emotionally as well as financially. When I expressed my concerns about these documents, Kieran made it very clear that this was what he wanted. In fact, he insisted that I promise to tell you that very thing if anything should happen to him. He seemed very anxious to take care of his child.”“He mentioned me, did he?”“Yes, he did. As for the new will, Kieran left the bulk of his estate to his best friend Santiago. But in the event of Santiago predeceasing him, which is what has happened, you still get everything as in his old will.” Now, that was odd. Paxton would have thought a man anxious enough to sign his will on his wedding day would have left his brand-new wife everything.“Except Rhiannon gets her five million dollars,” Paxton said.“
He was once again back in that damn place. At the entrance, he found a tall, thin guy, probably the maître d’ judging by how he was dressed and his behavior.“I’m looking for Rhiannon. Where the hell is she?” he asked in a growling tone.“And who wants to know exactly?” the man arrogantly asked Paxton.“None of your fucking business!” he exclaimed. “Where is she?” he demanded again, entering the dining room. The maître d’ placed a hand on his arm, trying to stop him. Paxton almost pinned the man to the wall. He looked at the man’s hand, then at his face.“Gabe, right? Look, man, you have two options: you can show me exactly where I can find Rhiannon or you can lose your hand,” he said in a menacing voice. “The ball is in your court. What’s it gonna be?” He gave Paxton a frightened look.“Maybe she is either in her office or in the kitchen…”“Thank you,” he replied coldly. Paxton entered the noisy, crowded dining room of “King’s Wish”,
His cruel words hit their intended mark, but she swallowed tightly and held her head high.“Well, this is killing me too…” she said. “But, since you brought up this matter, let’s see how things are going right now. This evening, around 6:30, while I was in my office, eating and resting obediently, like you ‘kindly’ demanded in your text, who should I see but you? On TV… With one of the world’s most beautiful women. Tori… whatever… And she was all over you…”“I had a late business meeting that I forgot all about. And Tori was my date.”“Oh, I see… I see… Well, since you kind of accused me of not ‘suffering’ enough, let me tell you that you didn’t look the least bit haunted to me. And since you weren’t going to be at your penthouse… why should I sta
Paxton’s kiss was hot, hard, and possessive. Rhiannon felt the kick of exhilaration before it rushed through her bloodstream. Her skin heated as she softened against him. The flash in his dark eyes had been her only warning before his mouth claimed hers. His move shocked her, and she didn’t fight it. After what happened in his car, she’d never thought she’d get the chance to be kissed by him again. Once again, raw emotions crashed through her as she responded to his rough, hard mouth. Her heart pounded against her chest. Her flesh prickled with anticipation. He tasted of sensual, masculine power and a secret part of her wanted to surrender to him, right there in that elevator. But Rhiannon knew she needed to pull away. She had to stop this madness before she passed the point of no return. She had to break the spell. She had to find a way to keep her distance from Paxton. Following her most primal instinct, Rhiannon sank her teeth into
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The funeral was over. Kieran was resting in the Ridgway family vault. And she was once again back in Paxton’s apartment. Rhiannon didn’t even paid attention to the elevator. She was feeling so incredibly tired and drained out. Was it the pregnancy? Was it the stressful situation she was currently living with Paxton? Was it the funeral? Rhiannon took a few steps into the living room, not knowing exactly what to do. Where to go. What to say. She just stood there, in the middle of the room, looking at the evening sky so red and wonderful.“This was Kieran’s favorite part of the day,” she said slowly, almost talking to herself.“I didn’t know that,” Paxton replied walking slowly towards her. She turned and gazed at him.“He used to say that evenings are a gift… A time to reflect, and find peace. Each evening brings with it the promise of a new dawn. Let go of the past and embrace the possibilities of tomorrow.” Rhiann