Moments ticked onwards into seconds until they found their release together, basking each other with the heat of their fulfillment, their bodies quaking as they relented to the final thrust.“Am I forgiven?” he asked as he lay across her, his lips once again caressing her neck.“You may need to apologize a couple more times,” she giggled.“I’ll have to see what I can do,” he promised as he began to slowly thrust against her once more.Sandra arranged for Harvey to drive her and Irena into London to do some shopping while Peter and Creighton stayed home with the children. Rochelle was scheduled to arrive around four that afternoon, which left five hours to shop and eat. She was impressed that Irena was doing so well with her canes, though they did take the walking slow.They visited four shops of baby clothes and furniture, then stopped for lunch shortly after one o’clock. With her husband’s insistence, Sandra purchased enough clothes for both babies, along with several items for Sabri
With Harvey’s assistance, Sandra and Irena took Creighton’s chopper back to Yorkshire then relaxed in the back of the sedan that waited for them. Sandra was glad to see Emma and William’s SUV gone when they arrived home, and she knew Kristin was resting as ordered. She had a specific task in mind and did not want Irena’s family interrupting them.Sandra instructed Harvey to park near the barn and ignore everything he overheard, then told Irena she would be right back. She hurried inside and collected the inflatable clubs they had purchased for the children, then walked back into the barn where she found Irena leaning against the bales of hay Creighton had purchased for the livestock, her canes resting beside her. She looked at Sandra and frowned as she set the box aside and began pulling out the blue and green colored vinyl objects.“What is that?” Irena asked as she watched Sandra blow up one of the items.“We bought these for the kids to play with,” she told Irena, taking a deep bre
Sandra reclined against the back of the sofa cushions, her finger and toenails drying in the afternoon breeze from the open patio door. She had spent the past two hours having her hair ripped out of specific parts of her body before Rochelle trimmed and styled her hair. Sabrina called to say she would not be able to make it back to England. Her show was the following day and she had too much to do and was too nervous to take time away. Cathy arrived shortly after Sandra had finished having her personal parts treated and indulged in a bit of luxury herself. She had her hair restyled and highlighted, then underwent a session of waxing before having a fresh coat of polish applied to her nails.“I have something to tell you,” Cathy told her sister once Irena was taken into the room Rochelle had set up for the waxing treatments.Sandra looked over the rim of her teacup to her sister and frowned. She had enjoyed an afternoon of physical activity with Irena and managed to get her frustrati
“I want to be back to the hotel by four o’clock. I promised Brandon I’d skype with him and find out how his first day was.”“What time are you meeting Garcon?” Clark asked, closing his computer he had been working on since boarding the plane.“Ten o’clock. I want to spend as much time as I can, getting him figured out, and convincing him that my offer is stronger than what he’ll get from the other two that’s on the table.”“I’ll find out what they are offering as well, and how secure they are,” Clark assured him. “It would be a good idea to go in knowing your competition.”“Good idea. We will meet for breakfast around eight and go over your notes. Until then, I think we both have enough to keep us up and working until dawn.” “As long as I can fit in an hour at the gym, I’ll be ready,” Clark said as the plane came to a halt.“Pencil me in for that hour as well,” Creighton chuckled. “I don’t have Sandra around to help me burn off the calories, so I’ll need to work them off somehow.”Sa
Sandra frowned at Destiny as she walked away, watching the deliberate wiggle in her well-endowed hips and she fought the urge to grind her teeth. There was something irritating about that woman, and she had a feeling she was going to find her arrogance as insufferable as she was.Creighton sat at his desk on The Tornado reviewing the notes Clark emailed him the evening before, the cool breeze of the early morning blowing in through the open window and a cup of lukewarm coffee in front of him. As promised, he had a background search on Louis Garcon as well as his assistant, Tam Mai Nguyễn. They had been together for the past six years, though there was little to know about his assistant before she arrived in France. The most that could be found out about her, was that she was twenty-six years old, Vietnamese by birth, and came from San Francisco, California. Garcon, on the other hand, had quite a bit to discover.He was fifty-eight years old, born in Egypt to a French archeologist and
“Only goodnight, my love,” he told her. “Never goodbye. Brandon wants you to consider a sleepover with his new friend. Will you think about it?”“Maybe. It would be easier if I had someone here to help me watch this one while the boys are being rambunctious.”“Call Derek,” Creighton smiled.“Maybe I should try Scott Moore.”“Six strikes,” he promised her with a wicked grin. “And I’m going to make certain you remember each one.”“We’ll see who remembers what when it’s all over, deviant.”Sandra raised her eyebrow as she reached forward and shut off the computer, disconnecting the call between them.Creighton closed out the screen he had been looking at and pulled open the internet. He smiled as he searched his favorite shopping site and placed the long-neglected order he had been meaning to get back to since they returned from Disneyland. He would have to make certain Sandra remembered who it was that owned her heart, and this was the promise of a very pleasant reunion.He leaned back
“I just wish I could figure out what he’s doing,” Creighton said a few moments later. “I feel like I’m just spinning my wheels here and getting nowhere fast. I offered him more than the place is worth, and I’m willing to take on his employees and make amends with his debtors. What more can I do?”“Stick to your guns, as Papa always says. You told him he either meets you tomorrow, or you’re finished. If he really wants your money, he’ll keep to his appointment, otherwise you can get it cheaper through the bankruptcy courts.”“That will take time, and God only knows what will happen if it goes up for auction,” he told her. “I know there isn’t another person out there willing to do for him what I am, and I know my deal is stronger than any he’ll get otherwise. I just don’t know what he hopes to accomplish. This is the first time I’ve ran across someone I couldn’t figure out.”“What about his other suppliers?” Sandra asked after a moment. “Have you met with them? Did they have any insight
Sabrina sat at her desk in Creighton’s Paris office reviewing the orders that had come in from her last show. She felt a twinge of excitement as she looked them over. There were six high-end retailers who wanted Sabrina Originals, including two from America. She had never traveled to the states and the offer to come and visit New York was staring her in the face. She was even asked to put on a special show for New York’s most elite buyers next year.With a giddy smile, she moved her new fashions aside and picked up the plans on the remodeling project for her shop. After the fire, the shop next door had decided to close and sell. With a few strings on her brother’s end, she was able to purchase their portion of the building as well. With Creighton’s insistence, Maxine had been retained to design everything, and unlike last time, this was elegant, chic, and worthy of a real fashion studio. Once they were finished, she would have a smart building, complete with all the storage and design
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.