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hands& He jerked his eyes open with a startled gasp. You went to throw it, he attacked you, and
pushed you over the balcony. You fell to the road below.
She whipped about to face him, wide-eyed. How ?
He offered her a bleak smile, unable to tell her about what he d seen. I know Darrell, and I
know you. It makes sense. But, Gillian, he gestured to the page laying on the sofa. The papers said
you died.
She nodded. I did. I thought I d lost everything.
All the blood drained from his face, before he laughed weakly. That s a good one, cherie.
I m serious.
He stilled, studying her intently. Then how ?
She sighed. I died enroute to the hospital, from the force of the landing. But the drug they
administered to get my heart started apparently didn t work as fast as normal. I woke up as they were
wheeling me to the morgue.
And someone got them to sit on that news, he guessed, watching her for confirmation.
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She nodded. My sister, Grace, was working with the UN, at that time. She convinced her boss
to talk to the French government, and get them to sit on it. They convinced the hospital to issue a press
release, instead, claiming that my body was being returned to the States. She met his eyes, and he
saw the mingling of pain and wry humor there. So, you see, I never really lied to you. I have a birth
certificate, and official paperwork, proving that I really am Gillian Martin. Gillian Maren died in Paris.
And yet you ve still been living in fear that Anders will figure it all out, someday.
She shook her head sharply. Darrell already knows. He s found me twice the first time quite
by mistake, when I was working for one of his father s clubs.
Guy s words from the first night he d discussed Gillian with his friend came back to Remy.
The former employer who didn t have anything good to say.
She nodded. Darrell s father. He heard the story from Darrell s point of view, and decided I
was bad news on the spot. End of job.
It was one more piece of the puzzle, explaining her gypsy existence. And the scarves to cover
your hair are to keep the media from figuring out who you really are, right?
She nodded, a small smile tugging at her lips. A trick I learned from a friend of mine in
Chicago. A few small changes make a more convincing disguise than even one huge one.
Watching her, Remy felt all of his jumbled feelings coalesce into one rock-solid certainty
whatever it took, he needed to keep Gillian in his life. That thought swirling in his mind, he reached for
her, letting his fingers skim over her cheek as he drew her steadily forward under the power of his gaze.
Don t hide from me, cherie, he murmured huskily, before his gaze dipped, and he caught a
flash of skin that sent heat pouring through him as he gruffly demanded, What are you wearing under
that robe?
A slow, mischievous smile slid over her lips, making his heart catch. Absolutely nothing.
Oh, God. He groaned, closing his eyes as he fought his baser wants, and lost. Opening his
eyes again, he devoured her with his gaze as he demanded, Take it off.
She looked startled for a moment, before her gaze met his, and he saw her eyes widen. Then, as
the violet grew dark with arousal, he moved his gaze to the front of her robe, and watched her nipples
pucker through the thin material. His body jerked in immediate reaction, and his mouth went dry.
Take it off, he growled again, reaching for her. Now.
In a move that started him with its swiftness, she shed that single garment, leaving it to flutter to
the floor at her feet. His eyes skimming over her lush body, Remy nearly swallowed his tongue. My
God.
Cupping his hand against her neck, he drew her against him in one smooth motion, sealing her
mouth beneath his own in a ravenous kiss that he felt clear to the core as her warm, soft skin slid beneath
his hands.
Her hands were busy at the buttons of his shirt, even as her lips clung avidly to his, her tongue
tangling with his in an erotic duel that spiked his desire into a conflagration he was sure nothing could
douse. She was here, in his arms, and she wanted him as much as he wanted her. This was no dream.
With a primal growl, he brought his hands up her skin, until he was cupping her full breasts, their
warm weight more erotic than any sensation he d ever felt before. Tearing his mouth from hers, he
buried it against the pulse in her neck, laving and nipping the flesh, determined to leave his mark on this
woman. His thumbs swirled outward and flicked over the tight beads of her nipples, and he drank in the
soft, desperate sound of her moans and gasps as she finished off his shirt in a move that sent buttons
popping left and right. Any other woman might ve turned him off by that kind of aggressiveness. In
Gillian, however, it only fuelled his lust, until he wanted to howl with the desire thrumming through his
veins.
He lowered his head, sucking one taut nipple into his mouth and torturing it with his tongue until
Gillian gasped and arched against him, her fingers digging into his back and shoulders.
Remy!
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He scooped her up into his arms as he felt her trembling against him, and fumbled blindly until
he encountered the top of the wet bar he d had installed in every cottage, back when he d thought to put
guests in all of them. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, he recalled that Gillian didn t drink.
Thought. He deposited her on the smooth surface and broke contact just long enough to find the
condom he d taken to carrying in his wallet.
Just as he found the foil packet, the realization that silence had descended registered. Gillian had
gone quiet, and eerily still. Glancing at her, Remy stopped dead as reality returned in a crash.
The woman sitting tensely, and shivering violently, on the countertop, was a far cry from the
wild woman who d been driving him crazy just a moment ago. Now, she was stiff and pale, her pupils
dilated in pain and her eyes unfocused and hazy. In fact, she was beyond pale, Remy noted with an
indrawn breath of fear. She was shaking so violently he feared she d shake apart, and her skin was so
white it was nearly grey.
Gillian? He reached out and touched her face, only to hear a cry of pain fly from her lips. He
yanked his hand away in shock that swiftly melted into panic. Gillian! Talk to me, cherie. Tell me
what s wrong!
Desperate to do something, anything, to help her, he scooped her robe from the floor and draped
it around her, slipping her trembling, boneless arms into the sleeves. Worry poured over him. What had
happened?
S-sorry, she mumbled as he finished wrapping her in the robe. She was still shivering.
What s going on?
She groaned in pain, rocking forward, and only Remy s quick action saved her from tumbling [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
