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Authors: Sheri Anderson
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John was the sexy, sophisticated stranger with a past more convoluted than Jason Bourne’s. The two men had butted heads on more than one occasion, but their respect for each other had never wavered.
“Amazing what money can do, isn’t it,” Kayla said, more as a statement than a question. “I can’t even imagine what a private jet costs from Geneva down here. But it’s their money, and whatever makes them happy makes me happy.”
Steve looked at the woman who’d seen him through more than a life’s worth of trials. Her goodness and sincerity melted his heart.
“I like to see that smile, baby,” Steve said.
“I like your smile, too,” she responded. “And I know that whatever had you distracted earlier is not doing anything to help.”
“Not really,” he said, reacting to her tone and glancing at her sideways.
“Will this?” she asked, picking up the remote and clicking off the TV. Then she moved to the music system near their deck windows and turned it on.
Steve couldn’t help but smile as he heard “The Lady in Red” filter through the speakers. Since the day it was released, it had remained their song.
Kayla was silhouetted against the Southern Hemisphere’s unpredictable night sky as she slipped her white cotton robe from her shoulders. Underneath was a lacy, short, red silk nightie that skimmed her frame.
Steve rose from his chair and joined her.
“You do know how to make a man smile,” he said, his voice hoarse as he pulled her close.
Kayla melted into his arms as they moved as one in the moonlight.
Despite whatever mystery and danger and life lurked just outside, their own primal dance had begun.
The sun was filtering through the crack in the window next to Charley’s row on the Boeing 744. She sat dozing in her middle seat with the project binder still open on her lap.
“Hey,” Charley heard as a slim hand jostled her awake.
Her eyes fluttered open to see Scarlett leaning across the annoyed stylist’s assistant sitting next to her.
“Hi,” Charley muttered, half awake.
“You are Jackson Gaines’ sister!” Scarlett said in a voice loud enough to wake everyone around her.
“I am.” Charley half smiled. “Does Vince need me?” she asked quietly.
“How is that gorgeous brother of yours?” Scarlett asked, totally ignoring the stares from the grumbling passengers.
“Engaged,” Charley answered. “And I think you’re being a little—loud?” she whispered.
“Ma’am,” Scarlett heard from behind her. She turned to face a lovely flight attendant of about thirty. “You need to get back to your seat.”
“‘Ma’am’?” Scarlett bristled.
“Please,” the attendant offered pleasantly.
“I’m just talking to my friend,” Scarlett said, wide-eyed.
“We’ll be landing in thirty minutes, and we need to make sure everyone’s in their seats,” the attendant said, gently putting her hand on Scarlett’s arm to guide her. “This way.”
“Don’t touch me!” Scarlett bristled, stepping back and knocking a cup of coffee out of the hand of a passenger in the middle section.
“Jeez Louise!” the passenger grumbled.
“Ma’am… Miss …please,” the attendant snapped.
“If you hadn’t pushed me, that wouldn’t have happened!” Scarlett shrieked.
Charley stuffed the binder into her satchel and climbed over the girl next to her, trying to quell the situation.
“Scarlett, let’s get you back where you belong,” Charley begged. “We’re really sorry, everyone.”
“We?” Scarlett snapped. Then she noticed that passengers up and down the narrow rows were all staring back at the commotion. “What are you all looking at?” she shouted. Then she glared at Charley. “And sit yourself down.”
This really is not going well, Charley thought.
“Excuse me,” Scarlett barked at the attendant.
As the attendant plastered herself against one of the seats, Scarlett strode by. “And that was your fault, not mine!”
Charley sighed and
“Amazing what money can do, isn’t it,” Kayla said, more as a statement than a question. “I can’t even imagine what a private jet costs from Geneva down here. But it’s their money, and whatever makes them happy makes me happy.”
Steve looked at the woman who’d seen him through more than a life’s worth of trials. Her goodness and sincerity melted his heart.
“I like to see that smile, baby,” Steve said.
“I like your smile, too,” she responded. “And I know that whatever had you distracted earlier is not doing anything to help.”
“Not really,” he said, reacting to her tone and glancing at her sideways.
“Will this?” she asked, picking up the remote and clicking off the TV. Then she moved to the music system near their deck windows and turned it on.
Steve couldn’t help but smile as he heard “The Lady in Red” filter through the speakers. Since the day it was released, it had remained their song.
Kayla was silhouetted against the Southern Hemisphere’s unpredictable night sky as she slipped her white cotton robe from her shoulders. Underneath was a lacy, short, red silk nightie that skimmed her frame.
Steve rose from his chair and joined her.
“You do know how to make a man smile,” he said, his voice hoarse as he pulled her close.
Kayla melted into his arms as they moved as one in the moonlight.
Despite whatever mystery and danger and life lurked just outside, their own primal dance had begun.
The sun was filtering through the crack in the window next to Charley’s row on the Boeing 744. She sat dozing in her middle seat with the project binder still open on her lap.
“Hey,” Charley heard as a slim hand jostled her awake.
Her eyes fluttered open to see Scarlett leaning across the annoyed stylist’s assistant sitting next to her.
“Hi,” Charley muttered, half awake.
“You are Jackson Gaines’ sister!” Scarlett said in a voice loud enough to wake everyone around her.
“I am.” Charley half smiled. “Does Vince need me?” she asked quietly.
“How is that gorgeous brother of yours?” Scarlett asked, totally ignoring the stares from the grumbling passengers.
“Engaged,” Charley answered. “And I think you’re being a little—loud?” she whispered.
“Ma’am,” Scarlett heard from behind her. She turned to face a lovely flight attendant of about thirty. “You need to get back to your seat.”
“‘Ma’am’?” Scarlett bristled.
“Please,” the attendant offered pleasantly.
“I’m just talking to my friend,” Scarlett said, wide-eyed.
“We’ll be landing in thirty minutes, and we need to make sure everyone’s in their seats,” the attendant said, gently putting her hand on Scarlett’s arm to guide her. “This way.”
“Don’t touch me!” Scarlett bristled, stepping back and knocking a cup of coffee out of the hand of a passenger in the middle section.
“Jeez Louise!” the passenger grumbled.
“Ma’am… Miss …please,” the attendant snapped.
“If you hadn’t pushed me, that wouldn’t have happened!” Scarlett shrieked.
Charley stuffed the binder into her satchel and climbed over the girl next to her, trying to quell the situation.
“Scarlett, let’s get you back where you belong,” Charley begged. “We’re really sorry, everyone.”
“We?” Scarlett snapped. Then she noticed that passengers up and down the narrow rows were all staring back at the commotion. “What are you all looking at?” she shouted. Then she glared at Charley. “And sit yourself down.”
This really is not going well, Charley thought.
“Excuse me,” Scarlett barked at the attendant.
As the attendant plastered herself against one of the seats, Scarlett strode by. “And that was your fault, not mine!”
Charley sighed and
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