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“I wonder how she got it,” Sandra said quietly. “I mean, it looks old and rather expensive, even for a doctor.”“Well, let’s find out. There she is.” Creighton nodded toward the door that opened and the attractive blonde stepped out, followed by the young brunette they had seen in Paris at the book signing. He walked around to the passenger side, holding the door open for his bride then took her hand and smiled at the women who waited for them by the entrance.“I’m so happy to see you again,” Miriam said, true enthusiasm echoed in her voice as she held her arms out for Creighton, who quickly hugged her in return. “Miriam, you remember Sandra,” he introduced them, pulling his wife to his side.“Of course, who could ever forget such a lovely lady,” she said shaking Sandra’s hand. “This is Juliet Harmon,” she said turning to the dark-haired woman who waited patiently for the reunion to end. “Julie is my manager, my agent and my lover. Darling, this is Creighton Ashford, I’ve told you a

“Your father asked that you not be informed,” Juliet admitted with a soft coloring of her cheeks. “He was trying to protect you.”“Bloody damn hell,” she said, anger quickly replacing the shock. “I had a right to know this. What happened? When did he try to kill you?” Creighton began his story again, explaining how her cousin had asked for a job and how he had fired him when he learned of the thefts. Sandra watched her pale again when Creighton told her how he had come to his office and shot him three times and how he was sent to prison.“Konrad was mental, that’s for certain, but I would never have assumed he could do something like that.” Miriam looked sickened as she placed her forehead in her hand and closed her eyes.“Where was he, Miriam?” Sandra asked gently, almost motherly. Miriam drew a deep breath and looked up, focusing her blue eyes on Sandra, but not really seeing her. “Konrad had been sent back to Germany a couple of weeks before Mrs. Stone showed up at the house,”

The Trianon Palace was an amazing creation with its massive architectural design. The main lobby looked more twentieth century than fifteenth, with angled white, black and grey tiles, conversation couch and black and white décor. Creighton stepped up to the counter and once again spoke in French as he gave their names. The young woman’s eyes widened when she glanced up to him. The sudden pink color of her skin faded beneath her blonde hairline and she smiled shyly as she gave him the key card, nodding to a young man waiting to take their bags.Creighton returned to Sandra who was admiring the surroundings and took her hand in his. They walked a long hallway with glass windows that looked out onto the world, decorated much like the lobby, with the exception of several green settees. The floors were diamond shaped black and white tiles and the rest of the furnishings were white with black accents. They stepped inside the lift beside the dark-haired boy who looked about nineteen, then wa

Sandra did as he ordered, then shut the bathroom door behind her. This was probably the most embarrassing moment of her life. Her husband of two weeks wanted her to masturbate for his pleasure. What would Cathy say if she knew? Sandra pulled the string from within her and frowned as she glanced down, letting it fall in the toilet. There was barely any blood on it. That was not the norm for her. She was typically a heavy bleeder. Perhaps it really was the change in altitude or the stress they had been under. Either way, she hoped the flood gates didn’t open when they were making love or swimming in the pool. Walking back to the bed seemed to take a lifetime. She was nervous, anxious and embarrassed. She had danced for him, she had played with herself for his pleasure, but she had never used the toys. That was his thing, and she enjoyed it. Creighton smiled at her apprehension and reached up, taking her hand in his and kissing each finger in turn before pulling her to straddle his hip

“It appears you are pregnant,” the doctor said with a small smile. “Have you been trying to conceive?” Sandra’s eyes widened and Creighton’s breath caught in his throat. They knew there was a strong possibility that she would get pregnant, and they had talked about what they would do if it happened, but when she started bleeding it seemed that they would have to try again. Now, the confirmation of having a child began to filter through their brains, like a slow leak in a hose. The doctor cleared his throat and brought them back to reality.“We were hoping,” she heard herself saying. “But we thought…I mean…when I started bleeding…”“Is there anything wrong with the baby, or my wife?” Creighton’s voice was full of authority as he interrupted her rambling, but there was an underlying excitement that Sandra recognized, making her feel more anxious than she already did.“The blood tests show you are barely three weeks,” the doctor explained. “There is a point in early pregnancy where the