Sandra sat at her desk, typing the last chapters to her newest children’s book about Max the Dog, when Creighton came stomping through the back door. The rain started as a slow mist yesterday and turned into a full summer downpour today. In the back of her mind, she promised not to scream at him for tracking mud through the house she had spent two hours cleaning, but she knew it was about to happen. She had spent a very frustrating morning cleaning with two whining children under foot, and she wasn’t in much of a mood to start all over again.“Are you busy?” Creighton asked poking his head around the corner of the living room. Sandra glanced up from the table she used as a desk and drew a deep breath. At least he had taken his boots off before he tramped this far.“I’m almost finished, can it wait?” she asked in a sharp tone that warned him she’d had a bad day, and he should not interrupt her.“It can. Where are the kids?” he smiled.“Taking naps and don’t you dare wake them up. It w
Forty-five minutes later, and Sandra’s new book was at last finished. She contacted her publisher and sent an electronic copy to him for editing, then closed her laptop and sat back in her chair. Now, she could concentrate on their upcoming trip. She was excited to go on a holiday, even if it was a few short days. It had been well over two years since she was able to go anywhere that didn’t involve Creighton’s business, or a family affair. As much as she would love to spend a family holiday at the beach, she really just wanted to have some time alone with her husband. Maybe she could get her grandparents, or Creighton’s parents, to take Brandon and Grace for the weekend. She knew the yacht was still in dry-dock, and there wasn’t enough time to get her ready, but they could always rent a boat. A little scuba diving, some parasailing, maybe a poker game or two, and she’d feel young and free, just as she had six years ago when she surrendered her innocence to Creighton. It was exactly
“I just think you should be checking up on this guy. How do you know he’s not some kind of pedophile or serial killer? Have you checked to see if Andre is even his real name?”“Sabrina trusts him and that’s all that matters to me,” Creighton said as he sipped the sweet liquid from his glass.“You’re lying,” she accused. “You’re just as leery about him as I am. If he really loved her, he’d be here to support her. Do you see him? Have you seen him? You need to tell Clark to do a background check on him.”“No.”“Why?”“Because I’m not interfering. Now, lay off, and let Sabrina enjoy her day.”“What if she were to ask you to find out about him? Would you interfere then?” Sandra asked, as Creighton drew a deep breath.“Yes, I would interfere then, but she hasn’t, and she won’t. She’s made her decision and she won’t go back on it.”“Then we’ll see what the future brings,” Sandra said with a smile so sweet she had several of the models glancing her way as they passed.“Don’t do it, Sandra,”
Creighton sat at his desk at NHT’s London headquarters reviewing the recent statistics for their newest security system. Testing was going much better than he had hoped, but it was a slow process. The system still had bugs that had to be worked out, and until it was perfected, he couldn’t afford to manufacture it and put it on the open market. Far too many companies cut corners as is. He wasn’t going to allow the name and reputation he had worked so hard to build, to fall into the same grouping as those others.With an exhausted sigh, he tossed his iPad aside and closed his eyes, rubbing them with the heel of his palms. His eyes were crossing, and he had a headache developing behind them. In the back of his mind he was beginning to think he needed glasses. He knew it was only the long hours of reading small print that gave him the tense muscles, but maybe a pair of reading spectacles might offer a bit of aid.Creighton glanced at his watch as he rubbed the stiffness from his neck. San
“This whole thing has gotten way out of hand,” Sandra moaned as she fell into the cushioned sofa beside Creighton. “We have over six hundred employees coming to this party next week. Who is going to be taking care of the company while everyone is away playing?”“We have more than a third of the employees who chose the monetary package over the trip,” Creighton told her, pulling her into his embrace. “Not everyone likes to travel and may not even have passports, so the money is a good option for them. I don’t know why you’re so stressed about it. NHT is not going to go bankrupt if the work is reduced for a few days. We have everything under control, with enough added help to make sure things are taken care of. All you have to do is sit back and relax.”“Is this another one of those times when you tell me money speaks?” she asked as she curled into his shoulder, slinging her legs over his.“Volumes, Darling,” he teased, kissing the top of her head. Sandra drew a deep breath as the hous
Sabrina stepped out of her shower and onto the soft rug, thankful for the time alone to concentrate. The fashion show had been a huge success. Two more shows were scheduled before the end of the summer, as well as a full layout for three of the most exclusive fashion magazines in France. Everything was going so well for her that she was able to afford two new assistants and had placed an offer on a building she could call her own. As much as she loved working at New Hope’s French headquarters, she really wanted to prove she could stand alone, away from the shadow of her very wealthy brother. Sabrina looked at the reflection shining back at her through the mirror. She was proud of all she’d accomplished over such a short time, and yet she couldn’t forget her conversation with Sandra. A part of her knew her sister-in-law was right. She still had deep feelings for Giovanni. He had been a part of her life since they were small children, but nothing ever really developed between them un
Giovanni sat at his desk in the quiet room of his London flat. He had received the plans for Olivia’s nursery and was trying to decide whether to alter them or not. It was, of course, princess related with pink walls and hardwood floors. The room was three times the size of any flat they had lived in since her birth, but she would find use for every corner. He smiled, thinking of all the toys she would have, all the clothes and the friends she would make. She had Aryana’s three children to grow up with. Dantae was the eldest, just two months older than Creighton’s son Brandon, and the twin girls, Elina and Mia who were very close to the same age as Olivia. Demarco and Demetrio would start having children, so she would have a number of cousins to keep her occupied. Perhaps in time, he would find a good mother for his daughter. He had always wanted a large family and who knew what the future would hold. Perhaps one day he’d be able to hold onto hope and move forward, but he doubted th
Twenty minutes later the story was finished, and the child was sound asleep on her father’s lap. He set the book aside and switched off the light, snuggling the child to his heart as he breathed in the clean fragrance of her damp hair. Life may not have turned out the way he had once dreamt it would, but he knew he wouldn’t have changed having this little girl. She was his pride and joy, his life and his salvation. She was the only thing that made facing a new day worthwhile.“I promised my family you would be there,” Sabrina snapped, as she paced the floor of her office. “I don’t know why you can’t spend time with them. They are my family and we are very close.”“I didn’t say I wouldn’t spend time getting to know them, I just don’t want to waste four days in an amusement park with a bunch of screaming children.” Andre crossed his legs as he sipped his cappuccino. The argument was an old one and he was growing tired of having it every time they got together. “You better get used to