Wearily, Veronica looked at the luminous face of her watch. Half-past one in the morning. She had been awake for the last hour, stubbornly evading sleep, angrily refusing to allow her thoughts to take control, to force her to remember.
She was too hyped up for sleep, too afraid to sleep just in case she... In case she did what? Dreamed of Sasha? Veronica looked across at the desk in front of the window.
One of the small pleasures of living in the depths of the country was that one didn’t need to close the curtains at night. There was nothing she liked more than being able to see the night sky.
When her mother had first married Henry’s father and they had gone to live in his ancestral home, Veronica had been overwhelmed at first by the darkness of the huge house.
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She had guessed that Wayne was his supplier but had naively assumed then that Wayne was no more than a generous-minded individual who had the contacts to supply his friends with drugs, and that it was they who pressured him into obtaining them for them rather than the other way around. Without directly saying so, Wayne had implied that they were two of a kind, individuals who stood out from the crowd. His street-wise sophistication had reminded Veronica in some odd way of Sasha. Perhaps because, like Sasha, Wayne was older than her and the friends she’d mixed with. Veronica had listened half enviously when he had told her of his plans to spend the summer with a group of eco-warriors, traveling the country, defending and protecting the nature.&nbs
Unable to keep either her shock or the pain his words had caused her from showing in her eyes, Veronica stared at him.‘It isn’t like that... I’m not interested in Wayne, not romantically, anyway. I don’t...’ She stopped abruptly and looked away from him. How could she tell Sasha of all men... people... that he was the only man she was interested in, the only man she would give herself to…? The only man she had real, strong feelings for when he was seeing was telling the exact opposite? Now Sasha was looking at her in that horribly cynical way, his mouth twisting in mocking contempt.‘Henry asked me to come,’ he told her as she remained silent. ‘He’s had to go away on business but he asked me to come and give yo
He felt so good, smelled so good… Shyly, she opened her eyes and then her mouth, licking exploratively at his skin. In her ear, Veronica could feel the rapid increase in Sasha’s heartbeat. His arms tightened around her and then, suddenly, Sasha was picking her up, carrying her over to the bed, laying her on it, touching her skin, stroking her body, kissing her in all the ways she had imagined and showing her at the same time just how far short of the astonishing reality her imagination had fallen. In his hands, her breasts swelled and ached, her nipples taut, begging to be touched, kissed, sucked. Unable to stop herself, Veronica started to moan softly as his mouth tugged gently on her breast, her body arching, twisting, filled, driven by such an intensity of need that she herself was lost in i
A noise in the garden outside her window brought Veronica back to reality. Startled, she let her unfocused gaze sweep the moonlit darkness and then sweep it again, her body stiffening as she saw Sasha turn away and disappear into the shadows. How long had he been standing there watching her? She knew from his clothes that he must’ve been working, probably checking for poachers who, she guessed, were as much a potential threat here as they had often been on her stepbrother’s estate. Shivering, she headed back to her bed. It was almost three o’clock in the morning and as she touched her face Veronica realized that it was wet with her tears.“Why the hell am I being so pathetic... Standing there with tears pouring down my face, reliving the pain of the past? And for what? I&rsquo
“Hi, sweetie!” Veronica smiled warmly as she recognized her boss’s voice.“J.J.,” she responded, “how are you?”“Fine, I guess. Listen, I’ve got to come over to England on some other business and I thought to come and see you and see how you’re getting on with Elsinore Hall.” She laughed since she was expecting his visit. J.J. was like a child with a new toy whenever he acquired a new property, saying every time that he wasn’t going to visit it again until all the renovation work had been complete and then being totally unable to resist checking on how things were going. Or not so much checking on how things were going, but sneaking another look, like a child sneaking a look at a hidden-away Chri
“We’ll have to call at the Rectory first,” Veronica warned J.J. as she drove north. “I don’t have the keys to Elsinore Hall with me.”“That’s fine by me,” J.J. assured her. “How are you and Sasha getting along, by the way?”“He’s a client of the Trust,” Veronica pointed out severely.“So, you haven’t fallen in love with him, then,” J.J. teased her. Somehow, Veronica managed to force a responsive smile. J.J. had no guilt in this, she tried to remind herself. He meant no harm. He took a paternal interest in her and often told her, only semi-jokingly, that it was time she fell in love. He had no idea about the real state of affairs between her and Sasha, the real state of her heart, her emotions.“I have to say, this is a really b
“You’ve been away a long time. What happened?” Guiltily, Veronica spun around, dropping her Armani carrier bag as she did so. She had arrived back at the Rectory five minutes ago and had decided to go straight to her room. She had just reached the top of the stairs when Sasha emerged from his room, his curt comment coupled with her own guilt startling her.“You’ve been shopping…” he said sharply in disbelief, answering his own question as he saw the bag she had just dropped and the contents spilled out from it onto the carpet.“What if I have?” Veronica retorted defensively, bending down to gather up her purchases but not fast enough to match Sasha. He bent and got there before her, scooping up the soft, expensive cloth and then, pausing, shocking her by removing it completely from the carrier
Sasha closed his eyes. The last thing he needed right now was to start thinking about… to start remembering. Forcing himself to suppress the thoughts, the memories, and the emotions which were running riot inside him, Sasha stopped to pick her up, intending to lay her down on the bed. But as he did so, a dog fox out in the woodland beyond the garden, howled to his mate. The sound carried into the bedroom on the still night air, forcing him to stand still and waking up Veronica almost immediately.“Sasha...what...?” He could hear the shocked anxiety in her voice as she stared around his moonlit bedroom.“Ronnie… Uh… You were sleepwalking,” he tried to reassure her. “I heard a noise... and I… I found you on the landing...”&n
She was still in bewilderment, but he was really there, holding her, kissing her, pledging his love to her… After all those years, after all the pain, after all the hurt, finally Veronica was in Sasha’s arms, basking in his love.“I’m here with you and still can’t believe it...” she added, brushing white rose petals off his arms. “It’s... it’s still so... unbelievable. It’s less than an hour since I thought that I’d be driving away from Elsinore… and you, forever. What made you come back? What…?”“You did, sweetheart,” he told her promptly, and then relented when he saw her face. “Mollie talked to me... made me think... see...”“Mollie? But she never said a word when she called me…” Veronic
Her bags were packed, a note left for Sasha explaining that someone else was going to take over her work, her files were all in order… Well, there was nothing left for her to do other than get into her hire car and drive it to the airport. Still, Veronica couldn’t quite bring herself to go. Irresolutely, she made her way around the house, going slowly upstairs, pausing outside Sasha’s bedroom. She had the house to herself. Mrs. Elliott had left for the day. So, she started walking around just for another look and found herself in front of his room. Impulsively, she opened the door and went inside. The room was just as she remembered it from that single night she had spent here. Veronica went over to the bed, smoothing a trembling hand over the pillow which had been Sasha’s.&
“It’s a beautiful spot here, isn’t it?” Mollie commented as she walked across the grass to join Sasha where he stood studying the pool in the center of the small tree-filled glade. Once, before her marriage to Henry, this glade had been the scene of disturbing desecration when it had been taken over by a band of travelers, eco-warriors, led by Wayne, an awful man, a drug dealer. That bastard had convinced a then idealistic and innocent Veronica that his sole object in traveling was to assert the rights of the homeless. It had been Veronica who had brought them to this pretty glade on her stepbrother’s land, and ultimately Veronica who had played a major part in the drama which had unfolded when she had realized just how dangerous and unsavory a character Wayne actually was.&nb
In the pretty living room, which his wife had made so much her own, Henry grinned in appreciation as their son headed eagerly towards him, swinging him up into his arms as Mollie looked on placidly. Henry looked lovingly at her. She was in the early stages of pregnancy with their second child and suffering from morning sickness. “I’ve just had a phone call from Sasha,” he told his wife. “Mmm... How is he… and Ronnie...?” “He wants to come down for a few days. Apparently, he wants to pick my brains for ideas on making the estate more self-sufficient.” “Do you think he and Ronnie will ever work things out?” Mollie asked him anxiously. Henry raised his eyebrows. “Why ask me? You’re the one who thinks that they are madly in love with one another.” “My love, I don’t think, I KNOW,” Mollie corrected him sternly. “But the pair
“I’m sorry to disturb you, Veronica, but Sasha said that you might like a cup of coffee.” Forcing a welcoming smile to her lips, Veronica took the tray from Sasha’s housekeeper. She had been working in the library all morning, painstakingly going through the accounts and costings for the work she had already commissioned for Elsinore Hall. She knew she had to leave everything in perfect order for whoever was going to take her place. But now, even though she hadn’t eaten any breakfast and she knew that she ought to be hungry, the only hunger she had was the neverending, consuming hunger for Sasha’s love. And, as he had made more than plain to her, that was something she could never have. “Thank you so much, Mrs. Elliott,” she replied. “I will drink it in a while.” Half an hour later, Veroni
But Sasha was ignoring her body language, her silent plea for the intimacy of his body weight lying heavily and sensuously against hers on the bed behind her. Instead, he was picking her up and gently placing her on the bed.“It’s alright, baby…” she heard him saying softly to her. “Everything’s alright… We’re going to take this nice and slow…” And he was cupping her feet in his hands, slowly massaging them so that tingles of sensation and heat shot through her veins like liquid fire. The feeling of his lips brushing her toes, so unexpected and astonishingly intimate, made her gasp in shock. When she instinctively tried to pull away, Sasha stopped her, his tongue weaving a rainbow patter of sensation against her skin as he caressed her to
Sasha closed his eyes. The last thing he needed right now was to start thinking about… to start remembering. Forcing himself to suppress the thoughts, the memories, and the emotions which were running riot inside him, Sasha stopped to pick her up, intending to lay her down on the bed. But as he did so, a dog fox out in the woodland beyond the garden, howled to his mate. The sound carried into the bedroom on the still night air, forcing him to stand still and waking up Veronica almost immediately.“Sasha...what...?” He could hear the shocked anxiety in her voice as she stared around his moonlit bedroom.“Ronnie… Uh… You were sleepwalking,” he tried to reassure her. “I heard a noise... and I… I found you on the landing...”&n
“You’ve been away a long time. What happened?” Guiltily, Veronica spun around, dropping her Armani carrier bag as she did so. She had arrived back at the Rectory five minutes ago and had decided to go straight to her room. She had just reached the top of the stairs when Sasha emerged from his room, his curt comment coupled with her own guilt startling her.“You’ve been shopping…” he said sharply in disbelief, answering his own question as he saw the bag she had just dropped and the contents spilled out from it onto the carpet.“What if I have?” Veronica retorted defensively, bending down to gather up her purchases but not fast enough to match Sasha. He bent and got there before her, scooping up the soft, expensive cloth and then, pausing, shocking her by removing it completely from the carrier
“We’ll have to call at the Rectory first,” Veronica warned J.J. as she drove north. “I don’t have the keys to Elsinore Hall with me.”“That’s fine by me,” J.J. assured her. “How are you and Sasha getting along, by the way?”“He’s a client of the Trust,” Veronica pointed out severely.“So, you haven’t fallen in love with him, then,” J.J. teased her. Somehow, Veronica managed to force a responsive smile. J.J. had no guilt in this, she tried to remind herself. He meant no harm. He took a paternal interest in her and often told her, only semi-jokingly, that it was time she fell in love. He had no idea about the real state of affairs between her and Sasha, the real state of her heart, her emotions.“I have to say, this is a really b