Sabrina’s head was pounding, nearly as loud as her heart, as she waited under the covered partition for her car. Three arguments in one day. That had to be a record, even for them, she thought. The closer she came to making wedding plans with the man, the further away she pulled. Deep down, she knew she wasn’t ready for any of this. They were complete opposites and had nothing in common whatsoever. How was she expected to spend the rest of her life with a man who refused to let her have a career, refused to allow her to have an opinion, denied her time with her family, and only wanted an heir as opposed to children?The young valet arrived with her car, and smiled, as she slipped him a folded bill before climbing behind the steering wheel. So many questions echoed in her mind as she drove to Creighton’s flat in Versailles. A large glass of wine, a hot bath and nobody around to fight with was exactly what she wanted, after the kind of day she had had.Those thoughts kept her company a
After warming the water up once again, she sunk down beneath the steam and closed her eyes. Memories of Giovanni fought their way into her mind and she unwillingly surrendered to them. A smile curved her lips as she thought of the times they came to this very flat between breaks at school, unknown by its owner or their families. In fact, it was here, after soaking together in this very tub, that they had become lovers. Visions of romantic suppers and long walks along the Seine, drifted around her as she breathed in the warm fragrance of the bathroom. They had been the perfect couple. Everyone who knew them, thought they would be married by now, with at least one child…and not an heir. She fought the giggle that threatened to steal her composure at the thought of their love life, and the awkward way they moved past the first stages of intercourse.Susan Griffin, Sabrina’s best friend at Oxford, had drug her to what she called a specialty party, where she was subjected to an eye-openin
Sabrina turned and padded quietly back into the bathroom where she drained the tub and looked in the mirror. Much to her surprise, there were tears running down her cheeks. Five minutes talking with the man and years of confusion seemed to melt away. She turned off the light and walked into her bedroom, moving to the bed. She lifted the pillow he once laid his head and buried her face in it as she spread out across the mattress. She felt alone and sad and was actually missing his embrace. For the first time in many long years, Sabrina allowed herself to shed the tears of her heartache, as she sobbed uncontrollably into the pillow until sleep overtook her.Sandra listened to the click of the phone and the man on the other end whisper a quiet, I love you, before the line went dead. She smiled as she hung up the receiver. Sabrina hadn’t realized she didn’t hang up after their conversation but rather put them on a three-way call, allowing her to act as an unknown observer to the private
“I know this is none of my business,” Marie said, as she stepped up behind her and laid a gentle hand on her shoulder, “but if it were me, I’d keep my plans. Your family is expecting you and his mother doesn’t even know anything about the arrangements. That makes your family first in line for your attention.”“I’d better not,” she said sadly. “I don’t want to cause any more problems.”“To hell with the problems,” Marie said boldly. “You’ve turned your family down time and again, and for what? For him to tell you what a waste of time your hobby is. You have the world looking at you, waiting for your next show. Are you going to throw everything you’ve worked so hard for away, just because of a self-centered, egotistical…”“Hello?” a man’s voice called out from the outer office.“Man,” Marie finished as Giovanni stepped through the door. He removed his sunglasses to adjust to the dimmer lighting and smiled at the two women who stared at him blankly. Marie nearly choked as she tried to s
Sabrina spent two hours packing and repacking the night before her trip and was now pacing the floors, wondering what the hell she was doing. She was engaged and yet she was running off with a man from her past. Okay, maybe running off wasn’t quite the right terminology, she assured herself. But she was going home to see her family for the first time in over a year, with a man who had once been her lover. “You look great, stop fussing,” Marie said stepping up behind her. Sabrina was standing in front of the mirror - again - comb in hand and a lipstick tube ready to meet her well painted mouth for the third time. “I’m not fussing,” she lied, tucking everything back into her purse. “I’m just excited to see my family.”“Liar,” Marie said as Sabrina’s cellphone began ringing.Cautiously she picked it up, seeing Andre’s name displayed on the caller ID. With a deep breath, she steered herself into the excuse she had formulated over the course of a long, restless night, and answered the p
“There’s your daddy,” the grey-haired woman said as she turned to see Giovanni and Sabrina passed through the sliding glass doors. Sabrina smiled, noticing the resemblance between Giovanni and his daughter. Her hair was as dark as his and her skin the same soft olive complexion. She had big brown eyes and little pink cheeks and she called out to her father the moment she spotted him.Giovanni’s face instantly lit up as he set the bags down next to the boarding counter and reached out to the child, as she ran to him. He kissed her cheek and rubbed noses with her before turning to Sabrina.“Sweetheart, this is my friend. Sabrina this is my daughter Olivia.” The child smiled instantly and reached out to Sabrina, nearly jumping out of her father’s embrace.“Mummy,” she said as Sabrina braced herself from tipping backward on her high heels.“This isn’t Mummy,” Giovanni said sternly. “Sabrina. Olivia say Sabrina.”“Mummy,” Olivia replied hugging Sabrina’s neck.“It’s alright,” Sabrina sai
When he met Andre coming out of Creighton’s office building the day before, he had the chance to speak with him, and understood more about the feelings the Ashfords’ had toward the man. Andre was in a fit about Sabrina’s career and told him that once they were married, she would be quitting the whole idea of playing dress up for a living. As his wife, she would be expected to behave a certain way and his mother would teach her how to be a lady of social acceptance. He was determined to get the country girl washed out of the woman he planned on marrying by the end of the month.The idea, not to mention the conversation, didn’t set well with Giovanni. When he came to France to see his sister, and to look into the woman claiming to be the mother of Silvano’s child, he never expected to find Sabrina. He saw her picture on the front page of the fashion section of the newspaper and he had never been prouder of her or felt more alone. He wanted to be with her, he always had, but then he lea
Several long moments passed by before Captain Davies’ voice came over the speaker, causing them to pull apart, but only a little.“We’ll be landing at Heathrow in a few minutes,” the voice said. “Please buckle your seatbelts and prepare for landing.”“I guess that’s our cue to sit down,” Sabrina said in a shaky voice.“I wouldn’t care if the plane dropped out of the sky right now, so long as I didn’t have to let you go.”“I suppose we do have a few minutes,” she whispered, then gasped when he lifted her in his arms and carried her to the sofa she had been sitting on. Olivia was still sleeping soundly as Giovanni laid the woman on the cushions, pinning her against them with his weight. Sabrina was amazed at how familiar, and how comfortable, it felt to be in his arms again. All thoughts of marriage and fiancées flew from her mind as his lips trailed a heated path down her neck to her collarbone, his hand slipping beneath her tank top. Her heart was pounding, and her stomach was twist
Sandra hung up the phone with a slam, then glanced to her grandparents who were sitting at the kitchen table. She was starting to get angry with all the rejections and dead-end avenues. She called Davies and told him she wanted him to get the plane ready to go to France, only to be told the police had restricted his flying. They were concerned that whomever it was that had killed her husband would try and sabotage the jet.She was getting frustrated and felt like she was being held back. If she didn’t know better, she would think she was being placed under lockdown. She could understand the police’s concern, but she had more men around her then they had at Fort Knox, and she would be willing to take all of them with her if she needed to.“I can’t leave the house, I can’t go to France, I can’t even gather eggs,” she grumbled as she joined the older couple. “What am I supposed to do? I can’t sit here and wait until doomsday to find out what happened to my husband.”“Honey, you’re going
The room was warm as the setting sun shone through the blinds. Two detectives sat on the sofa, watching as the man continued to pace the floor. Trying to keep him calm was growing increasingly harder with each hour.Creighton could only assume the horror his family was going through, not to mention Sandra. They had been having difficulties, but this made all of that seem trivial. He had to call her, he had to contact her somehow and let her know he was alive, but the police were refusing to allow him the chance. They had to keep him concealed for the time being, though it was steadily becoming impossible. The man was acting like a caged animal, anxiously trying to find a means of escape.“How much longer do we have to sit here?” he growled, looking to those gathered around.“We need you to remain patient for a little longer,” a bald-headed man told him. “Monsieur Ashford, we understand what you’re going through…”“Like hell you do,” Creighton snapped. “I have a pregnant wife at home w
“I know she’ll be happy when it’s over,” Emma said, returning to the room, her eyes red from the tears she’d been wiping away. “She can’t let Brandon go to school, and she has to keep the children inside instead of letting them go out to play.”“I’m sure they are going stir crazy,” Cathy said with a frown. “Especially Grace. That little girl is used to having the freedom of the farm to run and play.”“The only good thing is the weather,” William told them. “It’s been really wet, and she doesn’t like getting her dresses dirty.”“Sounds like her aunt,” Andrew said with a soft chuckle.“Maybe we should take this meeting over to my sister’s,” Cathy suggested with a sideways grin.“Let me call Derek and Kristin,” William said, standing and walking to the phone on the wall. “They wanted to know what you found out.”“Just have them meet us at Sandra’s,” Andrew told him. “We can discuss this all there.”“I thought Sabrina and Irena would be here,” Cathy said, looking at Emma who was wrapping
Parker and Harvey held off the reporters for as long as they could alone, then eventually had to call NHT’s security. Within a few short hours, there were enough burly looking men to scare off anyone trying to get near the house. Sandra kept her children inside, though it really wasn’t difficult. The rain had eased by supper, but just like the past several days, it picked up again this morning.Max growled as he laid of the entry. The noise of cameras clicking, and the soft hum of voices mingled among the breezes of the day. She had tried to watch television, but every station was reporting on the accident. Eventually, she had no choice but to surrender and put on Grace’s favorite princess movie. At least it kept them from listening to those who insisted that there was no hope in finding any answers this soon.Sandra drew a deep breath as she wiped the moisture from her forehead. She had decided to keep herself busy and baked two apple pies, along with nearly a hundred sugar cookies.
“No, it’s about assuming you knew what I would want. You did this, claiming it was for us when it was for you. You can’t stand the idea that your little sister has something you never would. It was bad enough when I felt like I was competing with Creighton for your attention, but now I’m watching you compete with Sandra for the mother of the year award.”“Stop comparing me to Sandra!” Cathy screamed. “It’s not my fault she’s perfect. She’s always been everyone’s favorite. I can’t tell you how many boyfriends I’ve dumped after I found out they were using me to get close to her. I didn’t want Creighton, but after he chose her over me, it made me angry. I was competing with her again, and she was too stupid to realize it. He chose that simple, no makeup, no fuss girl over me. She shares his bed, when I’m a better lover then she would ever be. She has his money, his admiration, your parents’ admiration, even my grandparents enjoy spending time with her over me. She even has a perfect body
“Maybe Michelle heard from him,” the boy said hopefully.“I haven’t spoken with her, but I want to call in the morning. She may know something more than the police do.”The two were silent for a long time as they considered their own thoughts, until Sandra realized the tea was gone. She looked to Brandon who looked like he was finally able to fall asleep, then stood and took the cups to the sink.“Come on, son,” she told him, wrapping her arm around his shoulders. “Let’s see if we can get some sleep.”“Mum, can I come sleep with you?” Brandon asked once they reached the second floor of their house.Sandra smiled and hugged the boy, nodding as he looked up to her.“You can sleep on your daddy’s side,” she told him. “Just don’t tell him I let you in our bed. He may get jealous.”Brandon smiled as he walked with her into the bedroom. Sandra helped him between the covers and tucked him in, then left to check on Grace. The house was silent and soft snores of her little girl could be heard
Sandra paced her bedroom trying to stop her mind from racing through the events of the day. Derek had come home after his mother called him, insisting on picking up Brandon from school. Sabrina called to say the reporters were going crazy with the news of the Tornado’s fire and that she and Giovanni would be home as soon as they could get there.Irena spoke with her parents and insisted on calling in a prescription for Sandra’s nerves, though she refused to use it. She needed to stay alert and concentrate in order to determine what was going on. The last thing she needed was to surrender to the effects of a drug.After speaking with Andrew, William informed the rest of the family about Cathy’s surgery, though he wouldn’t go into detail. He assured them he would check into the reports from his end and stay abreast of the investigation. Once Cathy felt like traveling, they would drive out to Yorkshire to be with the family.Nana tried to get Sandra to let her stay overnight, but she was
Sandra opened her eyes and looked around. She was in her bedroom, yet she couldn’t remember laying down. The house was silent and the soft pattering of rain outside reminded her that the dog had made a muddy mess of the entry. Then she remembered her grandfather and William coming over, and slowly began to piece together the last thing she remembered.There had been an accident on the Tornado and three bodies were found. She knew in her heart it wasn’t Creighton. She couldn’t even begin to guess who would have been on their ship, or how it ended up at sea, but she knew her husband wasn’t the one killed. Now all she had to do, was convince the others into believing her.Sandra stepped down the stairs to hear Grace talking to her great-grandfather, the dog running from one room to another as he chased his rope and the smells of food drifting out of the kitchen. She stepped into the living room and saw Papa sitting beside Grace, one of her own books open in front of him as he listened to
Sandra stared at the two men for a long moment as their words began to sink in. When she spoke with her husband earlier that morning, he was still at the hotel. He didn’t mention having plans of returning to the yacht. Why would he go back there when he told her he was packing to come home?Then she thought about the bodies found. One was female. Who was it? Did Creighton lie to her about not being involved with Garcon’s assistant? Had he gone there to meet with her, perhaps a final rendezvous before coming home to his family?“Did you hear what we said?” Papa asked her.“It’s impossible,” she began, her anger taking over her words. Sandra looked down at Grace who was trying to wipe the muddy water from her little dress. She hadn’t understood what her grandparents were saying. All she cared about was her soiled outfit.“Sweetheart, go upstairs and find a clean dress,” Sandra told the little girl. “Put that one in the hamper and warsh your hands. We’ll make lunch when you’ve finished.