Taylor walked in and we hugged. “It’s good to see you, Jayden. We were so scared for the both of you.” He placed a hand on Pierre’s shoulder. “And now I know the next time this old man tells me not to trust someone, I will take every word of his advice. He knew all along that Boone was a turncoat. But it all happened so fast I still can’t believe it. Did they arrest Boone already?”
Pierre must have already known because he shot me a knowing look. He turned to Taylor. “Boone didn’t make it. I was partially wrong about the man. He changed his mind and turned against the other kidnappers. Nick said they shot him before he could escape.”
Taylor’s gaze dropped to the ground. “That’s hard to hear. I guess he really fell in with the wrong people this time.”
“Especially Francesca,” I said.
“I never needed Pierre to convince me that she was evil. It was written all over that plastically enhanced face of hers. I hope they throw the friggin’ book at her.”
I was so happy to be safe and back with the people I loved, I couldn’t hold in my joy. I lifted up my arms. “I know I’m just wearing a paper towel, but group hug guys.”
***
Several days later, David was on the road to recovery, and Nick and I had given our full accounts of the kidnapping to the police and federal agents. Apparently, the pirates turned black marketers turned kidnappers were on an FBI list of wanted international criminals. Francesca was behind bars without bail.
Rita and I stood staring into David’s room through a small window in the hospital door. He was still hooked up to all kinds of equipment, but I could see that his eyes were open and he was having a conversation with his mom, which was why we’d waited outside the door. Mrs. Hampton had put Mom, Rita, and me up in an elegant suite at a posh hotel. Tricia had, rather reluctantly, returned to her new husband.
“We’ll just wait until their conversation is over,” I said. “Then I’ll take you in to introduce you. I think you’ll really like David.”
Rita hopped up on her toes and peered in like a little girl staring into the candy shop. She dropped back to her heels. “He’s nothing like his brother,” she said, having trouble keeping the disappointment out of her voice.
“Well, once he loses the tubes in the nose and the pasty white hospital pallor, you’ll see he is extremely handsome.”
“If you say so.”
I looked over at her. “Did I mention David is a doctor?”
Rita’s blue eyes rounded like saucers. She hopped back up on her toes and left a ring of breath condensation on the glass. She turned back to me. “He is absolutely adorable.”
The investigators needed Nick and me to stay in Oahu for several more days. Mom and Rita were kind enough to stay with me. Of course, it wasn’t a lot to ask since we were staying in an incredibly luxurious suite and it was, after all, Hawaii.
Nick and his mom had been spending a lot of time at the hospital. David was expected to make a full recovery. Taylor and Pierre had returned to Tahiti to keep the office running. Nick would follow once David had been released to go home to Los Angeles.
After a long mind debate and persuasive discussion with my mom, I had decided to return with Nick to Tahiti and finish the month. The police psychiatrist had told me I’d come through the ordeal remarkably unscathed. Truthfully, I’d surprised myself, but I also knew it had a lot to do with Nick. I’d always felt safe with him as if there was no way anything could have happened to me as long as he was near.
I had no job or anything else waiting for me at home, and I hated to end up on the couch again in pajamas and drowning my sorrow with orange soda. Being alone at home would have definitely driven me to think about the kidnapping and then I probably would freak out about it. And while I knew I was being an idiot, and I’d promised myself that I wouldn’t be one anymore, I truly wasn’t ready to leave Nick.
Mom wasn’t thrilled about my decision, but being the gold-plated credit card Mom that she was, she shelled out the money for some clothing and a new phone with a plan that would allow me to make and receive calls from French Polynesia. The phone came with the admonishment that if I didn’t call her twice a day, she’d fly to Tahiti and make an embarrassing scene.
It was midday and the sun hung directly over the pool area throwing a blanket of warm moisture over the row of plush chaise lounges.
Mom put down her phone next to the pineapple drink she’d been sipping. “Your sister is jealous. I think she would have really liked to stay with us, but the new man is a bit controlling.” She sighed. “I don’t know where I went wrong with that girl. She has the poorest taste in men.” She spoke confidently, apparently forgetting her first two failed marriage endeavors. Without lifting her head from the chaise pillow she rolled her face toward me. “You too.”
I lifted my head and pushed my glasses up. “Me? I’ve never been married. And I hate controlling guys.”
“Yes, but if you hadn’t slept with that lecherous Darren, you would never have gone to Tahiti, and you would never had ended up kidnapped.” Her voice cracked on the last few words. It would be a long time before she recuperated from my ordeal.
I rested my head back. “I’ll give you that.”
“But you would never have met Mr. Divine,” Rita said as she glanced back up to the balcony behind the pool area. “And speaking of the glorious Mr. Divine. He’s staring down at you from his balcony.”
I lifted my chin and looked up at the balcony. Nick was looking down. I waved but he didn’t return the wave. My phone vibrated. It was a text from Nick.
“get up here now.”
I typed back, “in twenty, I still need to get the back of my legs.” I placed down the phone and relaxed back. It buzzed again. It was Nick.
“Hello.”
“Maybe I didn’t phrase that right,” he said, “come up here now, or I’ll come down there and drag you up here caveman style.” He hung up.
I sat up and shoved my feet into my sandals. “I lied, Mom. Sometimes I don’t mind them a little demanding. With limits of course.”
I knocked and the door opened. Nick swung it shut behind me. The look in his eyes made me take a few steps back. He stepped forward without a word and reached behind my neck to untie my bikini top. The bikini top rolled down exposing my naked breasts to the cool air inside the room. He did not take his eyes off them as he reached around and undid the final strap on the top. It fell to the floor and the bottoms followed.
“Even though you jumped in the water and saved me from a watery death, I still have not forgiven you completely, Nick Regent.”
“Understood.” His mouth covered my breast and his tongue trailed a tingling circle around my nipple.
“I mean, I know you saved David and me from three armed men, and you did it with a tiny knife and all, but I’m still not completely ready to accept that you accused me of betraying you.”
“Uh huh,” the sound vibrated against the skin of my breast. His mouth moved tenderly across the skin of my neck and shoulders and I pressed my body against his.
“I mean I’m definitely closer to forgiving you than I was before—”
He pulled his mouth from my neck and gazed down at me. “Flash.”
I peered up at him. “Yes.”
“Shut up.” He lifted me up.
I threw my arms around his neck and my legs wrapped around his waist. He pressed his mouth hard against mine as he carried me to the bed and plopped me into the center of it. He climbed on top of me and smiled down. “You’d better get a box of tissue, my love, because I’m going to make you sneeze over and over again.”
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Angel Van Ostrand has returned from the Peninsular War wounded and dispirited from the horrors of battle only to discover that his father, Dr. Van Ostrand, a once renowned scientist, is engaged in a series of macabre experiments financed by a wealthy baron who seeks immortality. With the melting of winter’s frost, Angel is determined to leave his family home, Greystock Manor, forever. But when his father’s latest purported triumph over nature comes in the form of an ethereal beauty named Jane, Angel is drawn to her. And now he finds himself in a new battle-- one that involves his heart.
After being stabbed and left for dead in an icy pond, Jane has woken in a strange house under the care of an odd physician and with no recollection of her past. As she recuperates and deals with the slow and painful return of dark memories, she finds that she is losing herself to the doctor’s son, Angel. But with each passing day layers of secrets from both the past and present are peeled away and soon Jane discovers that nothing is as it seems.
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For a few moments only the snapping sounds of the fire filled the room then he heard Ellie’s voice. “I’ll start a fire for you in the drawing room, Miss, and you can have your tea in there.” Ellie appeared in the doorway. She smiled at Angel. “Master Angel, you have read my thoughts. I was about to start a fire so our guest could warm herself.”
Father entered with the girl on his arm. Angel jumped to his feet nearly pitching the heavy chair sideways.
She stepped into the dimly lit room, but her own source of light seemed to follow her. She was tiny, delicate, and by far the most beautiful girl he’d ever laid eyes on. Long auburn curls were pinned up hastily with a pearl comb, his mother’s comb. Round violet eyes surveyed the room then settled on him. He had to slow his breathing as her lush pink lips turned up slightly.
His father stepped forward and looked disgustedly at his sweat-drenched shirt. “Make yourself presentable, Angel, and join us for tea. Then I will introduce you properly to our visitor.”
“Don’t trouble yourself, Father,” he said through gritted teeth. “I’m just leaving.”
Angel looked at the girl again. Her face was the essence of innocence and all that was right with world then he reminded himself of the irony standing before him. He turned to his father. “You’ve given her Mother’s dress to wear?”
Then she spoke, hesitantly, softly, but it was a sound that floated around the room like music. “I’m so sorry. Of course you don’t want to see your beloved mother’s dress on a stranger. Please, if I’m given a washboard and sewing needle, I can repair the dress you found--”
“Nonsense,” Father said quickly. He glanced at Ellie to see if she’d noticed the strange conversation but she had busied herself with the fire.
The hurt in the girl’s face made Angel regret that he’d brought up the dress.
She stepped forward cautiously holding one arm against her side but moving with the grace of a dancer. Without warning, she placed her frail hand on Angel’s arm. “I’m so sorry. I see I’ve caused you distress.”
Angel stared down at the warm, white fingers that held his arm. His father was truly a genius, he would give him that. She felt all too alive and he reluctantly dragged his arm from her touch. Her fingertips, light as silk, trailed down the length of his wrist and over the palm of his hand. He felt the sensation of her touch deep in his chest. He looked at his father who seemed to have difficulty looking him in the eyes.
“Bloody hell, Father, what have you done?”
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