MasukI just stood there, in his bedroom, staring at it. This huge, new beautiful bed, speechless at the implications of what this meant, and when I could find my footing, I turned and looked at him, his gaze a little impassive as if he was waiting on my reaction to give me his."Declan, I..." I couldn't say anything, so he said it for me."I'm trying and I'm ready to move on. Getting a new bed was the first step. This is our bed, Am. I'm saying I want you to share it with me.I want to propose something. I want you to live part of the week with me and the rest of the week I will live at your place. I know enough that I love waking up to you, sleeping next to me.I don't want to be alone anymore and I know you don't either. I'm just asking you to think about it, but with the ring, this and the fact that I've made room for you in my closet and dresser, I want this."Swiping the tears away, I walked over to him and just sank into him, his arms wrapped tightly around my waist."Declan this is
Declan had just sat down at his desk when Murray showed up, looking more serious than he'd ever seen him."Dec, we need to have a conversation. I have some new information about what happened to Amethyst that wasn't in the newspapers. And judging by what you've told me, I know she has no clue."Declan found his heart racing at his best friend's words. "What did you find?" He whispered. Declan reached out and took the folder that Murray handed him.With shaking hands he opened the manilla folder and started reading it. His hand went to his mouth as he looked at Murray."I don't want her knowing this just yet. It would just kill her. For now I will bear this burden. Amethyst doesn't need to know that Ethan Hamilton is her biological brother. Thanks Mur."Murray nodded, his heart breaking for the burden his friend was bearing. Another devastating burden, just like when Elise was first diagnosed but instead this would mentally and emotionally kill Amethyst.After Murray left Decla
(Continuation of chapter 27)Declan's soft breathing told me that he was still asleep and why I wasn't, I didn't have a clue, but looking at my phone I still had fifteen minutes before the alarm went off.I quietly slipped from bed, put his shirt on, and went to make coffee when I heard a key in the door and then Nig came blowing in like a tornado and she was talking ninety miles an hour.I didn't get a chance to say anything and then all of a sudden she stopped talking and when I looked at her, her mouth was hanging open.I turned to see the reason for her silence and it was Declan, sexy bed head, lopsided grin and low slung black sweats and barefoot."Good morning baby" he said, kissing my lips, his hands on either side of my face. "Good morning to you, Mr. St. James" I said, smiling.He walked over to Nigella and kissed her cheek. "Good morning, Nig" he grinned that mischievous grin at her."Well good morning boss" she said grinning, finally able to find her voice. "What did you
I didn't really have a chance to talk with Nig at dinner, she was all in CFO mode and that was understandable. I would ask her to lunch, Yvonne's, and we'd gossip then. Now, well it was just Declan and I, at my place and I had a gift for him.After we'd changed and gotten more comfortable, I came from the kitchen and saw him by the fireplace, eyeing the stockings."Hey" I said softly. He turned around, grinning at me. "Doesn't seem quite fair. My stocking looks a little on the fluffy side whereas yours only had one thing in it.""Declan, really? The ring was more than enough. I seriously don't need anything for Christmas other than you and since I have you already, I'm set.""I need you to kiss me" he said, closing the distance between us. I put my arms all the way around his neck, my body pressed intimately against his, my lips finding their way to home.I felt so lost when he kissed me. I wanted him every waking minute. Never having had this feeling before, it made me feel a litt
Declan kept stealing little glances over at the woman who sat next to him.She was downright beautiful. Inside and out. Her perfume was subtle, yet he would catch whiffs of it throughout the day in his car and on his clothes.He'd only experienced this feeling one other time and he ended up marrying her.It wasn't all about the sex, although he was enjoying himself immensely. They connected on a deeper level. She truly was interested in his work, how he was feeling, etc.She was kind to everyone, it didn't matter her station and while Elise had a heart of gold, she could sometimes treat people like they were beneath her and he blamed that on her upbringing. She was the only child of oil billionaires and she sometimes would get caught up in materialistic things.He couldn't talk her out of their ginormous wedding, and he would jokingly tell people that it rivaled Charles and Diana's wedding! But he loved her and they made it work.He never told anyone because he didn't want to ta
(Continuation of chapter 24)I was on a phone call with Francois Marcone, a liaison with the extension branch of the publishing company that took care of my book here in the states, when Constance broke in looking frantic."Francois, un instant s'il vous plait (Francois, just a moment please)" I said, looking at Con."What? I'm on with Francois." I said and then she whispered, which Constance never did."There is the sexiest man I've ever seen out there and he's asking for you!" She half yelled, half whispered.Declan? Here? I hoped nothing was wrong because he hadn't called me all day nor texted me."Send him in" I mouthed. I was walking around talking to Francois when he walked in, looking just as handsome as he did this morning. I smiled at him and he back at me."Qu'en est-il des ventes de livres? (What about book sales?)" I asked. "Ouis, ouis. Je comprends. (Yes, yes. I understand)."Declan had closed my office door and locked it, then he leaned against my desk and grabbe







