Todos os capítulos de Untold Love: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

Dinner that night was a solemn affair. The four members of Chrissie's family sat around the dining table, picking at their chicken piccata. She wished someone would say something, but not what her mother had in mind."Dr. Newell seems like a lovely man," Dolly said, sipping her wine."Mom, no," Chrissie told her as she pushed around her salad, looking for another carrot slice."What, dear? I find him fascinating, and I think it's time this old lady started looking for a man to share the rest of my life with."Chrissie sighed. "Mom, it was time twenty years ago, and as much as I am happy that you are showing interest in men again, this is not the time or the person to be doing it in. This whole situation is messed up enough without you making it even more complicated.""Well," Dolly huffed, "It won't matter anyway. I have to get back to the resort soon. And since there is nothing more for me to do here, I think I'll book a flight tomorrow."No one said, "Oh, please, Mom, don't g

Chrissie dropped her head to her desk, rubbing her temples. She woke up this morning with a massive headache, and it wouldn't go away. She didn't know if it was from the hypnosis yesterday -- Dr. Gray warned her about the side effects, but they were rare -- or if it was from her sleepwalking for most of the night.Her closet was in shambles this morning when she pulled herself out of Dena's bed. Dresses, shoes, and underwear were everywhere. Dena said she spent hours changing clothes and modeling them and dancing in her panties throughout the house, and the thought that Race might have seen her parading around in nothing but a few scraps of lace horrified her. He'd already left for his morning ride when she got up, so she was saved the embarrassment of facing him. Yet, unable to put off going back to work, she dressed and arrived at her downtown office barely an hour ago. Brian, her trustworthy assistant, recounted the events from her week and a half absence, and after placing her ma

Chrissie had her head bent over her notepad, scrutinizing the measurements for the playroom when she felt a presence behind her. Ian leaned against the doorway again, not really watching her, since that was impossible, but the sensation was the same."So, you're the one," he said as though he could feel her eyes on him."The one?" she asked, a little grateful he couldn't navigate the toy-explosion floor. Ian Fisk might be handsome, but he was so tall and big across the shoulders, he intimidated her.He pointed at her general direction. "The one who's husband sweet-talked Ophelia into giving up that bracelet."Chrissie's fingers immediately curled around her birthday gift."May I?" he asked, holding out his hand. Swallowing nervously, she skirted around a wooden castle and doll house to reluctantly return her bracelet. She didn't want to insult the man, after all. This was a big account for her. She needed this to boost her business to the next level"Ah...the primrose one...I wondered

Race smoothed out the piece of notepad paper on Chrissie's desk. He found it earlier this week while looking for a pen to jot down a reminder to call his racing sponsor and reschedule a meeting with the athletic clothing company. When he saw the words that his wife wrote in an attempt to apologize to him, he couldn't believe his eyes. The notepad had fallen out of her work bag that he knocked to the floor, and his heart almost stopped."...It's sad, so sad...sorry seems to be the hardest word..."The lyrics to the song had clearly been written in the last two weeks because underneath that page had been a note about a doctor's appointment.Slowly, he dug out Chrissie's box from the desk drawer, almost afraid that his memory was as bad as hers. But no...as soon as he held the letter written years ago, right after they first met, he trembled because similarities were just too astonishing.Race, I'm sorry for...well, you know why. This past week has been wonderful, and you are a great guy

Race walked out, not hearing Chrissie sputtering on the bed as the implication of his teasing set in. "I'm spoiled?" She thought about that, really did not like how her thoughts were coming together, and chewed on her lip until Dena poked her head around the corner."Hey, you," her sister smiled gleefully. "So, how was it?"Chrissie, deep in thought about the sincerity in Race's words when he said he spoiled her, she glanced up at Dena. "Huh? Oh, nothing happened. Am I spoiled?""What?" She bounced on the bed next to Chrissie and kept grinning."Am I spoiled?" she repeated."What do you mean, spoiled as in tainted, or spoiled as in pampered?"Chrissie glared because she honestly didn't think there were levels to being spoiled. "What do you think?"Dena rolled her mouth around a bit, thinking about her answer. "Do you want the 'You're my sister and my very bestest friend in the whole-wide world' answer, or do you want the truth?"Chrissie's eyes widened. "It's true?! I'm a sp