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| b7988e5 | I want a son with you," he said huskily. "I want a houseful of children." Her eyes sketched his face. "Dark-haired little boys with green eyes...." He crushed her mouth under his, roughly, hungrily, possessively. "Don't tempt me," he said tightly. "I want you like hell." "I wouldn't stop you," she said softly. "Anything you want, Garet. Anything." | submission | Diana Palmer | |
| 612b2b2 | Everything goes. But the one thing that separates human beings from animals is a nobility of spirit, a sense of self-worth. I have ideals. I think they're what holds civilization together, and that if you cheapen yourself with careless encounters, you lose sight of things that truly matter. | Diana Palmer | ||
| 6c1aa76 | Tate won't like it that we kept the truth from him." "I'm resigned to that," Cecily said half-truthfully. "He would never have turned to me, anyway, even if he knew he had mixed blood. I've been living on dreams too long already." "If you go away from him, he'll follow you," Leta said unexpectedly. "There's a tie, a bond, between you that can't be broken." "There's Audrey," Cecily pointed out. "Honey, there have been other Audreys," she rep.. | Diana Palmer | ||
| e556fae | Tate practically raised you from what I hear. You love him, don't you?" Her face closed up. "For all the good it will ever do me, yes," she said softly. "He won't have the excuse of pure Lakota blood much longer," he advised. "I'm not holding out for miracles anymore," she vowed. "I'm going to stop wanting what I can never have. From now on, I'll take what I can get from life and be satisfied with it. Tate will have to find his own way." "T.. | Diana Palmer | ||
| 12d59d6 | Lane," it said curtly. "I was afraid you were still out of the country," Cecily said with relief. "Are you all right?" "A few new scars," he said, with lightness in his tone. "How about a pizza? I'll pic you up..." "I'm in South Dakota." "What?" "It's a long story. Leta has a comfortable sofa. Can you come out here right away?" There was a pause. "If you miss me that much, maybe we'd better get married," he pointed out. "I'm not marrying a .. | Diana Palmer | ||
| 875ab5b | The hell of it is that my son, my only child, has to turn out to be," he added with a return of his old spirit, black eyes flashing, "the one man in Washington, D.C. who hates my guts!" "You weren't too fond of him, either, if you recall," she pointed out. He glared at her. "He's hot-tempered and arrogant and stubborn!" "Look who he gets it from," she said with a grin. He unlinked his hands as he considered that. "Those can be desirable tra.. | Diana Palmer | ||
| e4551d3 | Colby arrived the next day, with stitches down one lean cheek and a new prosthesis. He held it up as Cecily came out to the car to greet him. He held it up as Cecily came out to the car to greet him. "Nice, huh? Doesn't it look more realistic than the last one?" "What happened to the last one?" she asked. "Got blown off. Don't ask where," he added darkly. "I know nothing," she assured him. "Come on in. Leta made sandwiches." Leta had only s.. | Diana Palmer | ||
| 085a8d3 | Why did you want to see me?" He studied her face curiously. "Why do I always want to see you?" he countered. His voice was like velvet. "You're part of me now, Cecily." She colored. She couldn't meet his eyes. Did he think she didn't know about Audrey? "And you wouldn't lie to me," she said. "Any more than you'd lie to me," he replied softly. So they were both liars." | Diana Palmer | ||
| 73b10cf | Do I get to come in?" he asked. She shrugged and stood aside. "I'm just packing." "Moving again?" he asked with faint sarcasm. "You used to be easier to keep track of." "Because I was living in a nest of spies!" she threw at him, having only recently gleaned that bit of information from Colby. "You got me an apartment surrounded by government agents!" "It was the safest place for you," he said simply. "Someone was always watching you when I.. | Diana Palmer | ||
| b50eb96 | Leta will manage. She's tough. But Tate is going to learn some things that will hurt him badly. I think he should hear it from his mother." He sighed angrily. "So I called her up on a pay phone and told her I knew everything, and that she should tell Tate the truth before he hears it on the evening news. After thirty-six years of silence, she suddenly became very vocal. She called me a name I won't repeat, told me what she thought of me and.. | Diana Palmer | ||
| ef67b7f | A little drop of Native American blood was exciting and unique. But a full-blooded Native American...she was horrified." Cecily's opinion of the legendary Maureen dropped eighty points. She ground her teeth together. She couldn't imagine anyone being ashamed of such a proud heritage. He looked down at her and laughed despite himself. "I can hear you boiling over. No, you wouldn't be ashamed of me. But you're unique. You help, however you ca.. | Diana Palmer | ||
| 7605562 | Pity Matt didn't help him through a window instead of over a sofa," she grumbled. "He needs an attitude adjustment." | Diana Palmer | ||
| e8e32c1 | I can't find out anything, but I've put together a network. I'll find her." "The thing is, she doesn't want to be found. That isn't going to make things any easier." He didn't want to ask, but he had to know. "Why doesn't she want to be found?" "Because you're marrying Audrey at Christmas," Colby said simply. "I'm not marrying Audrey," came the sort reply. "I never meant to marry Audrey. She outflanked me while I was getting used to the ide.. | Diana Palmer | ||
| 5adab05 | Matt's housekeeper let him in with a grimace. "I'm harmless today," Tate assured the woman as she led the way to where Matt Holden was standing just outside the study door. "Right. You and two odd species of cobra," Matt murmured sarcastically, glaring at his son from a tanned face. "What do you want, a bruise to match the other one?" Tate held up both hands. "Don't start," he said. Matt moved out of the way with reluctance and closed the s.. | Diana Palmer | ||
| 94c4e76 | You're a worse punishment than even he deserves, lady," she bit off as she turned away from the phone. "I wouldn't wish you on my worst enemy!" The phone rang again and she picked it up, ready to give Audrey a fierce piece of her mind. But it was a journalist wanting to know if the story in the tabloids was true, about Tate and Cecily being lovers when she was still in school. "It most certainly is not," she said curtly. "But I'll tell you .. | Diana Palmer | ||
| e94a430 | Matt was deeply touched that his estranged son would come to him for advice. He wasn't going to let it show, of course. A man had his pride. | Diana Palmer | ||
| b7aef51 | Everything's fine." "Except that Cecily's pregnant," Matt Holden offered, grinning at Tate's exasperated glare and Leta's shocked gasp. "What do you mean, Cecily's pregnant?" Leta burst out. She hit her son's arm with her open hand. She hit him again. "You hooligan, how could you! How you?" Tate defended himself with both arms. "How do you know it was me?" he teased. "Who else could it be?" Leta raged. "Do you think my baby would let anot.. | Diana Palmer | ||
| 8c0f8ee | You need a battle plan," Matt advised. "I never left the base without detailed reconnaissance and a battle plan. It's why I came home alive." Tate chuckled in spite of himself. "She's a woman, not an enemy stronghold." "That's what you think," Matt said, pointing a spoon in the other man's direction before he lowered it into his cup. "Most women enemy strongholds," he added, with a wicked glance at his smiling wife. "You have to storm the.. | Diana Palmer | ||
| 6d6905d | Are you a relative of her late husband?" the woman asked. His eyes widened. "I beg your pardon?" "It must be so hard for her, pregnant and just widowed," the middle-aged woman continued. "We've all done what we could to make her happy here. Mr. Johnson, the curator, is a widower himself. He's already sweet on her. But you're probably anxious to see Mrs. Peterson. Shall I ring her and let her know you're coming?" Tate's eyes were blazing. "N.. | Diana Palmer | ||
| 4217597 | I hate beer," she moaned. "If you drink enough of it, you won't care about the taste," he assured her. She gave the can a dubious stare, shrugged, closed her eyes, held her breath and drank heavily. "Yuck!" she said. "Keep going." | Diana Palmer | ||
| 45f0b78 | Tate was sprawled across the bed in his robe early the next morning when the sound of the front door opening penetrated his mind. There was an unholy commotion out there and his head was still throbbing, despite a bath, several cups of coffee and a handful of aspirin that had been forced on him the day before by two men he'd thought were his friends. He didn't want to sober up. He only wanted to forget that Cecily didn't want him anymore. H.. | Diana Palmer | ||
| 4681409 | Remember what I told you on the phone, that I found out the truth about the grant that was paying all my expenses?" she asked. Leta nodded. "Well, it wasn't a grant that was paying for my education and living expenses." She took a harsh breath. "It was Tate." Leta scowled. "Are you sure?" "I'm very sure." She glanced at the older woman. "I found out in the middle of Senator Matt Holden's political fund-raiser, and I lost my temper. I poured.. | Diana Palmer | ||
| 6273e0c | I saw him with her last week, at a coffeehouse near my apartment. They were holding hands. She's captivated him." "The Lakota Captive." Leta made a line in the air with her hand. "I can see it now, the wily, brave Lakota warrior with the brazen white woman pioneer. She carries him off into the sunset over her shoulder..." Cecily whacked her with a strand of grass she'd pulled. "You write history your way, I'll write it my way," Leta said wi.. | Diana Palmer | ||
| 0a68c7b | Oh, it's a little worse than that," he said, nettled. "It makes you the illegitimate son of the senior Republican senator from South Dakota. And the press will eat you alive when it comes out. You, Leta, me, everyone our lives touch. Including Cecily. She'll make a damned great sidebar, with her anthropology degree!" "You'll lose face with your constituents," Tate said coldly. "Oh, to hell with that! Maybe I'll lose my job, so what?" Holden.. | Diana Palmer | ||
| 889b140 | At least she was good at archaeology, she mused, even if she was a dismal failure as a woman in Tate's eyes. "She's been broody ever since we got here," Leta said with pursed lips as she glanced from Tate to Cecily. "You two had a blowup, huh?" she asked, pretending innocence. Tate drew in a short breath. "She poured crab bisque on me in front of television cameras." Cecily drew herself up to her full height. "Pity it wasn't flaming shish k.. | Diana Palmer | ||
| 7fb9b52 | She felt guilty, as she had when she'd heard Matt's deep, beloved voice after thirty-odd years. She'd been too flustered to say much to him, and in the end, regretfully, she'd hung up on him out of sheer embarrassment. | Diana Palmer | ||
| 00a60f8 | You'll get all dusty." He made a sound deep in his throat. "You can brush me off." She grinned wickedly. "Now that's what I call incentive!" He chuckled. "Cut it out. We've got a serious and sensitive situation here." "So you intimated on the phone." She glanced around the airport. "Where's baggage claim? I brought some tools and electronic equipment, too." "How about clothes?" She stared at him blankly. "What do I need with a lot of clothe.. | Diana Palmer | ||
| 920bbb4 | He'd been unique, a member of a vanishing race, a vanishing tribe, an individual in an ancient society. Now he was one of thousands with mixed blood, not unique anymore, not even Lakota. He was part Moroccan, part Berber if he believed the senator. The illegitimate son of a senator, how was that for a shocker? And if it hadn't been for a renegade gambling syndicate trying to get a casino on Sioux land that they could siphon off profits from.. | Diana Palmer | ||
| 8d308b8 | I didn't know you involved yourself in political issues." She glanced at him wryly. "Of course you didn't. You don't know a lot about me." He scowled as he turned his attention to the circle and watched his mother dance, resplendent in her beautiful buckskins. No, he didn't know a lot about Cecily, but he did know how devastated she'd been to discover he'd paid her way through college, absorbed all her expenses out of pity for her situation.. | Diana Palmer | ||
| 016ffe8 | You were just in South Dakota a couple of weeks ago," he pointed out. "Why didn't you get it then?" "It wasn't available then." She brushed back a tiny strand of loose hair. "Don't cross-examine me, okay? It's been a long day." He ran a hand around the back of his neck, under his braid of hair, and stared at her own hair in the tight bun at her nape as she replaced the errant strand. "I thought you took it down at night." "At bedtime," she .. | Diana Palmer | ||
| 723abc0 | I know he's had his problems in the past... "He can't keep his hands off a liquor bottle at the best of times, and he still hasn't accepted the loss of his wife!" "I sent him to a therapist over in Baltimore," she continued. "He's narrowed his habit down to a six-pack of beer on Saturdays." "What does he get for a reward?" he asked insolently. She sighed irritably. "Nobody suits you! You don't even like poor old lonely Senator Holden." "Lik.. | Diana Palmer | ||
| 066866a | You're as beautiful as you were the night we made our son," she whispered, bending to kiss him tenderly. His fingers traced her dark eyebrows, her cheeks, her mouth. "I wish we could have another baby," he said heavily. "So do I. But I'm too old," she said sadly. She lay her cheek against his broad, damp chest and stroked the silver-tipped hair that covered it. "We'll have to hope for grandchildren, if he ever forgives us." He held her tigh.. | Diana Palmer | ||
| 1faf74c | How is Tate?" He dropped into the chair across from her with an irritated sound. "Well, he isn't the man I used to know." Her eyes held a soft sadness. "You don't know why, Colby." "Like to bet?" he asked with a wry grin. "He called Matt Holden everything except a man, and then he stared on his mother. He was livid that she'd kept the truth about his real father from him all those years, and that she hung up on him when he called to get the.. | Diana Palmer | ||
| 051a726 | He got in beside her and impatiently reached for her seat belt, snapping it in place. "You always forget," he murmured, meeting her eyes. Her breath came uneasily through her lips as she met that level stare and responded helplessly to it. He was handsome and sexy and she loved him more than her own life. She had for years. But it was a hopeless, unreturned adoration that left her unfulfilled. He'd never touched her, not even in the most in.. | Diana Palmer | ||
| 8265112 | Go ahead. Ask me who the father is." He only smiled. "Do I look that stupid to you?" She pushed back her short hair with a sigh. "He doesn't know, and you're not to tell him. In English, Apache or Lakota," she emphasized, covering all her bases. He nodded. "What are you going to do?" "I haven't the slightest idea," she confessed. "I only used the home-pregnancy test this morning, but I was pretty sure before then. I've got to find a place t.. | Diana Palmer | ||
| 15905ea | She wasn't sure when she realized that she wasn't alone. She'd heard a louder murmur from the crowd outside, but she hadn't connected it with the door opening. She looked over her shoulder and saw Tate standing against the back wall. He was wearing one of those Armani suits that looked so splendid on his lithe build, and he had his trenchcoat over one arm. He was leaning back, glaring at the ceremony. Something was different about him, but .. | Diana Palmer | ||
| 03cb664 | I'm not leaving you alone, even with a good shadow," he said firmly. "So either you move in with me, or I sleep on the couch here. Your choice." "Where will Audrey sleep?" she asked coldly." | Diana Palmer | ||
| 7f3aaf0 | Or I can stay with Colby when he comes back," she added deliberately. She even smiled. "He'll take care of me." His black eyes narrowed. "He can barely take care of himself," he said flatly. "He's a lost soul. He can't escape the past or face the future without Maureen. He isn't ready for a relationship with anyone else, even if he thinks he is" She didn't rise to the bait. "I can count on Colby. He'll help me if I need it." He looked frust.. | Diana Palmer | ||
| e816a45 | What happened to you?" she asked. "Bullets hurt," he said. "It missed the artificial arm by two inches, damn the marksman. I hate people who can't shoot straight." "How many this time?" she asked with a smile. "Just one," he said. "In the shoulder. It's much better now." He shook his head. "I'm getting too old for this. I've got so many broken bones that I can't move fast enough anymore." She smiled wider. "Someday you'll find a woman who's.. | Diana Palmer | ||
| 1dcad0d | Yes?" he said impatiently. There was a pause. "You wouldn't believe how many people I had to bribe to get this new number of yours. But I didn't think past getting you to answer the phone," Colby said reluctantly. "I don't know how to tell you this." "You and Cecily are getting married," Tate drawled sarcastically, hating the very idea of it and trying not to let it show. "I can't say it's any big surprise. Was there anything else?" There w.. | Diana Palmer | ||
| 83df810 | Leave it to you to find a legal way to do something illegal | romance-novels | Diana Palmer | |
| 46f6ed7 | The milk is long since out of date, the bread all has mold and I think you could start a bacterial plague with what's in the crisper here..." "Order a pizza," he suggested. "There's a place down on the corner that still owes me ten pizzas, paid for in advance." "You can't eat pizza for breakfast!" "Why can't I? I've been doing it for a week." "You can cook," she said accusingly. "When I'm sober," he agreed. She glowered at him and went bac.. | Diana Palmer | ||
| 367edea | That night, while you were asleep, I unbuttoned your pajama jacket and looked at what he'd done to you. Afterward, I drove back to his house and very nearly killed him. If he hadn't started crying and begging me to stop, I..." He let out the angry breath. "That was when I realized how I felt about you," he added, his eyes meeting hers. "A man wants to protect what he considers his own. It started then, that night." She was surprised by what.. | Diana Palmer | ||
| fe690d2 | Women always said he was warm. They snuggled with him in bed, grateful for the heat. A couple of his lovers even claimed that, when he was inside them, he heated them from the inside out. A pleasant flattery, perhaps, but one Hope would discover the truth of. For when she touched him, he did burn. | hot love lust romantic | Christina Dodd |