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of loving him, of being loved by Garfield, that still lingered, nothing more. A tremor of emotion ran through her body. Was it someone walking over her grave? Garfield himself, his second wife, their son, Sebastian … there once more trying to kick her back into life?
It had never occurred to Eden until her night of sex with Sebastian that until now, at this very moment, she had not recovered from her break-up with Garfield. When she had given up everything she had, everything she was, for him and there was nothing left to give, he’d walked out. His words rang in her ears now as if he were a ghost whispering from a corner of the room: ‘You have too many problems. When you have sorted them and yourself out, I’ll come back.’
She had loved him too much. All her youth and beauty, her talent, her money, were not enough. Had it been as simple as that? Yes, it had, if you stripped away the romance of love and lust.
Fame and fortune had been Eden’s for most of her adult life. Except for the tragedy of losing her mother and father in a plane crash six months before she met Garfield, hers had been a charmed existence. But charmed lives do not prepare one for tragedy or bad times. Leila had had a will to live life to the fullest. It had made Teddy love her all the more, but was a lesson in life that Eden had found it difficult to live by once she was bereft.
Leila was piloting one of her lover’s planes when she, her lover Randolf Herrere and Teddy were caught in a blizzard somewhere over the Rocky Mountains. After years of investigation the authorities were no closer to discovering the reason the plane went down. It had been hopelessly off course, that was all Eden had ever discovered about the accident. There had even been nasty rumours that the tragedy might have been more than an accident. A
ménage à trois
that went wrong. No one would ever know and once all the speculation died down Eden never wasted time on empty speculation. The loss of two fascinating and unusual people was all that occupied her mind.
As often as she could, on the anniversary of their death Eden returned to pay her love and respect to them by tossing flowers into the Aegean Sea off the island of Patmos where they had gone on their honeymoon after a grand wedding in Boston. They had always claimed that something quite spiritual had happened to them on that wedding journey that had bound them together for eternity and it was there that they wanted to return after death.
Eden at last turned away from the window and drew a bath for herself. Steeped in the hot water, she began to doze and time slipped away from her. Her thoughts drifted back to her second lover, Benjamin Gage. First Marshall then Ben. Who knows how her life might have turned out had they been different sorts of men? Not that she had any regrets about their being the men who’d formed her love and erotic life, then and for eternity. It was just a matter of curiosity and no more. Both of them were dead now any way, a part of her past, and nothing could change that.
Ben Gage had been a rebound from her loss of Marshall. As Eden sponged almond-scented water over her shoulders she realised that she had never really forgiven the men in her life who loved and finally walked away from her. How much of that had been her fault? Except for Marshall they had, every one of them, returned to claim her on her terms. Why then had she not been able to take them back? Timing. It had all been a matter of timing. They had shown their colours and were not there for her when she had most needed them. Their sin had been that they could not lay down their lives for her as she had done for them. It had been a matter of unconditional love. Would she have turned Marshall away as she had the others? Well, she would never know now.
Eden was dazzlingly young and beautiful with a talent so rare as to make her virtually unique when she met Ben Gage while on the rebound from her first love Marshall. The two men
It had never occurred to Eden until her night of sex with Sebastian that until now, at this very moment, she had not recovered from her break-up with Garfield. When she had given up everything she had, everything she was, for him and there was nothing left to give, he’d walked out. His words rang in her ears now as if he were a ghost whispering from a corner of the room: ‘You have too many problems. When you have sorted them and yourself out, I’ll come back.’
She had loved him too much. All her youth and beauty, her talent, her money, were not enough. Had it been as simple as that? Yes, it had, if you stripped away the romance of love and lust.
Fame and fortune had been Eden’s for most of her adult life. Except for the tragedy of losing her mother and father in a plane crash six months before she met Garfield, hers had been a charmed existence. But charmed lives do not prepare one for tragedy or bad times. Leila had had a will to live life to the fullest. It had made Teddy love her all the more, but was a lesson in life that Eden had found it difficult to live by once she was bereft.
Leila was piloting one of her lover’s planes when she, her lover Randolf Herrere and Teddy were caught in a blizzard somewhere over the Rocky Mountains. After years of investigation the authorities were no closer to discovering the reason the plane went down. It had been hopelessly off course, that was all Eden had ever discovered about the accident. There had even been nasty rumours that the tragedy might have been more than an accident. A
ménage à trois
that went wrong. No one would ever know and once all the speculation died down Eden never wasted time on empty speculation. The loss of two fascinating and unusual people was all that occupied her mind.
As often as she could, on the anniversary of their death Eden returned to pay her love and respect to them by tossing flowers into the Aegean Sea off the island of Patmos where they had gone on their honeymoon after a grand wedding in Boston. They had always claimed that something quite spiritual had happened to them on that wedding journey that had bound them together for eternity and it was there that they wanted to return after death.
Eden at last turned away from the window and drew a bath for herself. Steeped in the hot water, she began to doze and time slipped away from her. Her thoughts drifted back to her second lover, Benjamin Gage. First Marshall then Ben. Who knows how her life might have turned out had they been different sorts of men? Not that she had any regrets about their being the men who’d formed her love and erotic life, then and for eternity. It was just a matter of curiosity and no more. Both of them were dead now any way, a part of her past, and nothing could change that.
Ben Gage had been a rebound from her loss of Marshall. As Eden sponged almond-scented water over her shoulders she realised that she had never really forgiven the men in her life who loved and finally walked away from her. How much of that had been her fault? Except for Marshall they had, every one of them, returned to claim her on her terms. Why then had she not been able to take them back? Timing. It had all been a matter of timing. They had shown their colours and were not there for her when she had most needed them. Their sin had been that they could not lay down their lives for her as she had done for them. It had been a matter of unconditional love. Would she have turned Marshall away as she had the others? Well, she would never know now.
Eden was dazzlingly young and beautiful with a talent so rare as to make her virtually unique when she met Ben Gage while on the rebound from her first love Marshall. The two men
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