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In the days that followed, Bianca began to try to put her life back together from the shaky mess it had fallen into. Her friends rallied round her. Serena stepped up to keep Bianca company on the first day, and Jamie appeared, a dancing-in-the-air version of Jamie. Her joy was contagious, thought Bianca as she lay on the couch in the front room, where St Just had made her stay, resolutely refusing to allow her to return to work, at his office or otherwise. Baby Cian was overjoyed to see Jamie; she had that kind of infectious spirit, thought Bianca as Jamie danced around the room with Cian in her arms, mimicking a waltz and giggling, both infant and teen loving it all. Serena watched with a small smile playing around her lips. Bianca missed Roxanne, but her friend had left a message for her. “Need to go to Madame Luna’s. urgent.’ Puzzled, Bianca had wrinkled her nose as she read and re-read the message several times. She, Bianca, had been so wrapped up in her own affairs, she had not r

No amount of coaxing, threats, or downright violence would make the Irishman change his mind. Liam O’Grady had determined he was going to see the play. Not that Liam O’Grady had any inkling what the name of the said play was, or what it was about.No, he argued with himself as he finally managed to get to the basement car park, breathing hard, his vision blurring. The Irishman knew that he had had one too many; he acknowledged that freely, but he desperately needed to see the Pet. He needed to apologise.He got into his car and was waiting for his driver to take him, his eyes bloodshot, hiding the pain in his chest. The news that St Just was taking Bianca on a date; to watch a play, have dinner and then…It had hit him hard, knowing that St Just would get to be with the Pet, while he, O’Grady, was out in the cold…He gritted his teeth, shutting his eyes, trying to forget how it was to be in bed with Bianca Cruz. her soft, warm body, her throaty laughter, her swollen mouth after they

The Irishman stood, rocking on his heels, chuckling at the mental image St Just’s words had conjured up for him. St Just was still talking, his head tilted as he looked fondly at his brother.“A born flirt, that one, Irish. Takes after his Da.”His son, he thought, chest swelling in pride. Cian O’Grady St Just. But the little scamp with the tousled brown hair, which was beginning to turn a shade darker, was HIS son.His seed…O’Grady beamed and St Just knew in a flash that he had won the round.“I need to get back inside, Irish,” said St Just and turned to leave.But O’Grady grabbed his elbow. The expression on his handsome, shadowed face was softer, a pleading expression on the rakish features, as he said softly,“Saint. I give up. You can spend the night, the evening with her.” Rudy hid his chuckle, disguising it as a cough. The Irishman was such a dramatic character, a true overblown personality, thought Rudy as he ran his cold grey eyes over the man, a cynical expression on

Later, Bianca reflected on how it ahd all happened...The drive to the Shangri-La was a dream journey. Bianca sat, nestled beside her lover, dreamily.Her thoughts went back to the play, to the protagonist Laura, a shy dreamer who is unable to face the realities of life.“Liked it?” asked St Just absently as he stroked her hand, dropping soft kisses on her hair.“Uh…huh..” she repeated.As the large car drove up to the Shangri La, she sat up in astonishment.And stayed, staring out as they drove past the many small, independent villas, each designed in different ways.They passed a castle, a chateau, an Indian palace and an Arabian one…Bianca sat up, holding her breath as they drove to the end of the estate, and she squealed in delight.St Just took in her reaction with a lazy grin.“I chose the Sheikh’s tent,” he murmured, and now, Bianca could not hold back the squeal of joy. She turned to him, her eyes round.He kissed her swiftly, and she melted in his arms.“Now LOOK!” he comman

Bianca and St Just reached back to Thomastown, to Roxanne’s home, by late evening. They needed to pick up baby Cian and Sylvie and head home to Hollowford.They left the Shangri-La with heavy hearts, for the one evening spent there had brought them closer. Bianca turned in her seat to stare at the large palatial buildings as they drove to the exit.St Just gripped her hand tenderly and squeezed as he said in a low whisper,“We’ll come back, Pet, don’t fret.”She smiled and leaned toward him, snuggling up to his arm. It was a long, leisurely drive down the coast, where St Just stopped for Bianca to enjoy the fresh seafood he often spoke about. He took her to a small shanty on the beach with the legend,” Bart’s Place”, signalling that it was a restaurant.The owner, a big, tattooed man, flicked a curious look at Bianca.“Long time, Mr Just,” he boomed as he set about preparing the dish that St Just had ordered for the both of them. The rest of the Mafia men sat a few paces away, simil