All Chapters of TRUST ME: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Creighton returned shortly after one o’clock, having gone to meet with Parker and Harvey to get a final briefing on the decoy actors before the plan was set into motion. Their bags were packed and had been loaded into a fake linen truck in the parking garage. Sandra was dressed in a simple pair of blue jeans with a tourist tee-shirt, hair in a ponytail and a pair of black sandals. She easily looked like she would if she were going back to Kansas, rather than heading to her wedding.He smiled at her as she sat on the sofa, feet propped up on the coffee table and Miriam’s book perched in her hands. He was amazed to see how much she had read in such a short time, mentally promising to read his former lover’s story himself. She looked up at him as he stepped closer to her, his long legs hidden beneath a pair of black jeans, his muscular chest inside a loose-fitting blue pullover.“Finished so soon?” she asked, laughing as he flopped down unceremoniously beside her, his head falling into h

“I have to go to the office to sign some papers, so we’ll stop off at the flat in Chelsea. You can stay there if you’d like, it will give you a little while to relax before we go on to Yorks?”“I could do with a little down time, so long as you don’t forget about me while you’re gone.” Creighton laughed, kissing her cheek.“Impossible,” he assured her. The cab pulled up in front of a large twelve story building in the lovely area of Chelsea England. The street was lined with lush green trees, the walkways clean and the air crisp. Sandra watched a young couple walk by with their little Pomeranian puppy on a thin leash, smiling when they stopped to allow it to make use of one of the tree trunks. Creighton held her hand when they stepped out of the cab, allowing her time to inspect her new surroundings. Several planters of small flowering bushes welcomed visitors to the main entrance of the building, and she found herself smiling with excitement as they approached the tall dark-haired

The bathroom door opened, and Sandra walked through, padding her way across the carpet. Creighton had shut his computer and was napping on the thick soft duvet, his feet bare and hanging across the side of the mattress. Sandra stifled the giggle. She had known him to nap only once since they had met, but he looked so comfortable and relaxed that she didn’t want to wake him. Instead, she quietly retrieved her clothes and stepped back into the bathroom, dressing in a simple pair of black jeans, her running shoes and a yellow pullover tee-shirt, before leaving the man to sleep and heading to the large kitchen.She found the items she wanted and assembled a plate of crackers, cheese and sliced meat. Taking a bottle of White Zinfandel and two glasses, she returned to the bedroom, setting them on the bedside table before struggling to open the bottle of wine. She felt like she was all thumbs, no matter how hard she tried she just couldn’t get the stupid cork out. She was quickly becoming f

Sandra looked to Creighton who sat down beside her again, taking a drink of his coffee. He physically became tense, his jaw clenching for a moment before he pulled himself back under control, glancing up at her. Their eyes met, and she knew he was aware she had noticed the change in him. He drew a deep breath when the man stepped to the table, patting him on the back. Creighton stood and accepted the hug his brother offered, even though it was a little strained on both sides.“Good to see you, brother,” the man said, his eyes drifting to Sandra as he released Creighton. “So, this is the famous Sandra,” he said with an amused smile, his eyes taking in every feature of her face, then lower to her tight tee-shirt.“Sandra, this is my brother, Andrew,” Creighton said, watching closely when the man reached out and shook her hand.“It’s a pleasure to meet you. I was wondering if this boy would ever have the courage to bring you to meet the family or not.”“Why do you say that?” Sandra asked

“Sandra…” he began.“He’s your brother,” she interrupted, touching his cheek gently. “I don’t want anything to interfere in our marriage. You’re both adults - okay, maybe he isn’t the best farmer in history, neither is Cathy - but that is old news. He is what he is, and he has his own opinion on how he wants his life to be lived. It doesn’t affect you or me. You need to tell him about Miriam’s book, and you need to clear the air. Talk to him, if not for my sake than for your mother’s. It’s obvious that she doesn’t want her boys at odds with each other.” Creighton drew a deep breath and sighed.“I know you mean well, Sandra, but this is different than an argument over a toy. He was a lazy bugger who refused to help father and shagged the same girl I was. He always treated people like they were less than he and I have no respect for him. How am I supposed to just pretend that we’re old friends? Hell, I could get on with a hog better than with him.”“Then pretend he’s a hog but talk to h