They had two adopted children already.
Certainly she had been under a lot of stress.
A nearby steeple had been broken off short and the fragments lay heaped beside it.
Would she ever outgrow the things mama had taught her?
All the papers had been signed and the money provided.
But it is a long time since I have had any sleep, and I'm tired.
But they had no handkerchiefs, either.
He had climbed many a tree when he was a boy.
He was not a very large man, but was well formed and had a beautiful face--calm and serene as the face of a fine portrait.
Carmen and Alex hosted Thanksgiving Dinner for all the family they had in Arkansas.
He had just entered, wearing an embroidered court uniform, knee breeches, and shoes, and had stars on his breast and a serene expression on his flat face.
Anna Pavlovna had had a cough for some days.
Carmen had already spoken to Mums about it.
Alex had provided the money to remodel the home, but insisted that it stay in her name only.
But in the excitement of carrying me to church my father lost the name on the way, very naturally, since it was one in which he had declined to have a part.
They had walked a mile or two towards home, when they came to the edge of a narrow and deep ravine.
When he had finished, he bowed, and waited, hoping that he would be rewarded.
Each stick was carefully mortised or tenoned by its stump, for I had borrowed other tools by this time.
Even so, she had accepted it in her mind to a degree.
People have always had the drive and the ability to build, create, discover, and explore.
Even after my illness I remembered one of the words I had learned in these early months.
Many wise men and poets and musicians had also been invited.
In fact, he had given her strict orders not to lift anything.
Some time later, the shepherd went to the city and told the king that the children had learned to speak one word, but how or from whom, he did not know.
Martha Washington understood my signs, and I seldom had any difficulty in making her do just as I wished.
Long dark lashes and black curly hair - he had it all.
I determined to go into business at once, and not wait to acquire the usual capital, using such slender means as I had already got.
He sent out among the poor people of the city and found two little babies who had never heard a word spoken.
I knew my own mind well enough and always had my own way, even if I had to fight tooth and nail for it.
Alex had been the one who helped her see them as true family, and yet he was having issues accepting his own father.
Dorothy had a green streak through the center of her face where the blue and yellow lights came together, and her appearance seemed to add to his fright.
Two other baby birds were there, that had not fallen out.
She added that Her Majesty had deigned to show Baron Funke beaucoup d'estime, and again her face clouded over with sadness.
The crowd drew up to the large table, at which sat gray-haired or bald seventy-year-old magnates, uniformed and besashed almost all of whom Pierre had seen in their own homes with their buffoons, or playing boston at the clubs.
He stood at the back, and, though he had heard hardly anything, understood everything in his own way.
This general, hating Barclay, rode to visit a friend of his own, a corps commander, and, having spent the day with him, returned to Barclay and condemned, as unsuitable from every point of view, the battleground he had not seen.
I too had woven a kind of basket of a delicate texture, but I had not made it worth any one's while to buy them.
So she ran along over their heads until she had left them far behind and below and had come to the city and the House of the Sorcerer.
Glinka, the editor of the Russian Messenger, who was recognized (cries of "author! author!" were heard in the crowd), said that "hell must be repulsed by hell," and that he had seen a child smiling at lightning flashes and thunderclaps, but "we will not be that child."
She had the most expressive face he had ever seen.
Alex was supposed to be sterile, but they had been wrong about that.
Then he ordered his treasurer to pay the poet five hundred pieces of gold; for, indeed, the poem which he had recited was wonderfully fine.
In any event, King Croesus had it in his mind to wage war against the Persians, so he asked the oracle: "Should I attack the Persians?"
Standing before the mirror, as I had seen others do, I anointed mine head with oil and covered my face thickly with powder.
But scarcely had Pierre uttered these words before he was attacked from three sides.
In a few minutes they had forgotten about the birds.
If you had looked ahead fifty years to 1240, you wouldn't have anticipated much change.
Maybe Lathum had a point.
So far her prayers had been unanswered.
Alex had destroyed it then with suspicion and accusations.
When Carmen's father died, she thought she was alone in the world, yet all these people had been there for her.
The little girl stood still to watch until the train had disappeared around a curve; then she turned to see where she was.
But they continued to fall, all together, and the boy and girl had no difficulty in remaining upon the seat, just as they were before.
"None of us has had breakfast," said the boy; "and in a time of danger like this it's foolish to talk about eating."
When he removed his hat the last piglet had disappeared entirely.
By the time he had attached a handle to this sword he was having much trouble to breathe, as the charm of the Sorcerer was beginning to take effect.
That is, if Jim has had enough of the pink grass.
Then he looked up to find the nest from which they had fallen.
Before the half hour was ended he had written a very neat composition on his slate.
Mr. Finney had a turnip, And it grew, and it grew; It grew behind the barn, And the turnip did no harm.
His father and grandfather and great-grandfather had all been shepherds.
How had he managed to drive all the frightened little animals into this place of safety?
But during the first nineteen months of my life I had caught glimpses of broad, green fields, a luminous sky, trees and flowers which the darkness that followed could not wholly blot out.
Inspired, perhaps, by Master Gobbler's success, we carried off to the woodpile a cake which the cook had just frosted, and ate every bit of it.
The Indians had advanced so far as to regulate the effect of the wind by a mat suspended over the hole in the roof and moved by a string.
There is actually no place in this village for a work of fine art, if any had come down to us, to stand, for our lives, our houses and streets, furnish no proper pedestal for it.
In the first place, I tell you we have no right to question the Emperor about that, and secondly, if the Russian nobility had that right, the Emperor could not answer such a question.
Many voices shouted and talked at the same time, so that Count Rostov had not time to signify his approval of them all, and the group increased, dispersed, re-formed, and then moved with a hum of talk into the largest hall and to the big table.
Their chairs made a scraping noise as the gentlemen who had conferred rose with apparent relief, and began walking up and down, arm in arm, to stretch their legs and converse in couples.
The day after his son had left, Prince Nicholas sent for Princess Mary to come to his study.
His shoes were covered with mud; he had torn his coat on the thorny tree.
They exist simply because we have not had the means to solve them in the past.
I had noticed that my mother and my friends did not use signs as I did when they wanted anything done, but talked with their mouths.
Pierre went up to the circle that had formed round the speaker and listened.
She could not have read the letter as she did not even know it had arrived.
But as soon as he had left the room the old prince, looking uneasily round, threw down his napkin and went himself.
The Renaissance artists and thinkers had very few tools: pen and paper, paint and canvas, marble and chisel, and a few more.
Alex was romantic enough to understand the sentimental significance of the home she had inherited.
The voice and words belonged to Josh, and yet he had been dead for more than two years.
The doctor called today to see if my condition had improved with the medication.
This was a decision she had already made once - but not really.
He hadn't caused the miscarriage.
Right or wrong, the decision had been made.
Alex was uneasy because he and his biological father had never seen eye to eye.
If Alex knew that, he gave no indication - and she had no intention of telling him.
Alex walked into the room, smiling when he saw what she had done.
To be fair, his father hadn't made things any better by offering money to Alex and not his sister.
When Josh died, Mary had indicated that she felt Carmen was at least partially responsible.
Carmen had given Josh no encouragement.
In fact, at times she had been almost brutally clear that she was no longer interested in him.
Almost everyone else had already left, so Katie and Mary volunteered to help.
All I could think about was that I had a living father-in-law.
He had a right to a few quirks.
The radio had shifted into Christmas mode with one song after another.
But then, she hadn't approved of his drinking or the way he treated Lori either.
It had to be the new baby.
It was one thing to tell herself everything was resolved, but quite another to thoroughly accept something she had always considered wrong.
Talking about it might help her, but they had already talked the subject lifeless.
The balmy weather of Thanksgiving Day had given way to a frosty day after.
Thanks to Alex, that chore had been turned into a simple twist of a knob.
She fed them and gathered the few eggs they had laid after she gathered them yesterday.
Alex had promised the foal to Jonathan and he had already named it Eureka.
He had been taking care of her for nearly a year now.
I wish you had called me.
For a few minutes they held on to each other, kissing as if they hadn't seen each other in a week.
She was an only child who had been very welcome.
The household account he had set up for her was healthy and growing with the monthly deposits he made.
Katie said that was because Carmen had been raised poor and had become frugal.
That might be true, but there was no point in working at becoming a spendthrift simply because he had money.
As busy as she was, time had to be set aside for play with Destiny.
Carmen glanced quickly outside to see if the threatening snow had arrived.
Assured that it had not, she turned back to him.
For one terrifying moment the enormity of what they had done brought her close to panic.
Maybe she would have if she hadn't been shoving it from her mind.
In fact, she had made a different decision about it so many times that his head must be spinning.
It wouldn't have been so much fun for him if she had reacted the way he did when she told him she was pregnant.
But then, he had reason - in his head - to believe it wasn't his.
They had to move forward, and leave the past behind them.
The unknown can be worse than reality, and she had no idea what to expect on the flight.
She had to move a few things to make room, but that wasn't too hard.
He picked up the newspaper she had set out for him and started to read.
Why hadn't it occurred to her that Jonathan might feel he was being replaced?
Maybe not, but it would have made a difference if I had known how you felt.
He had indicated enough times that he would like to see her in something a little more feminine and fashionable.
Had anyone actually told her that or had she merely assumed it?
He had seemed amused by her modesty in the past, and yet it had obviously troubled him.
It was embarrassing to think she had let it go on this long without realizing he was troubled by it.
They still had something mysterious and exciting to explore.
I just didn't see any point in spending money on new clothes when my old ones still had a lot of wear in them.
With everything going on, Carmen didn't have time to worry about flying, but when they were all sitting at the airport, she finally had time to stew over it.
When they finally got on the plane, she and Jonathan had a window seat - Jonathan in front of her.
As always, he had been there when she needed him.
Felipa looked to be in her early twenties and had a sunshine smile that made Carmen feel welcome.
Alex had been hiding more than a father.
Maybe Katie wasn't the only one who had been overlooked by Señor Medena when it came to inheritance.
Felipa didn't seem to notice anything unusual in his attitude, so maybe he had always treated them that way.
She gazed out the window as if she hadn't noticed anything unusual.
Alex had directed the little he said to her only.
Well... they had been flirting with each other in the car.
Actually, she hadn't thought how it looked to others - and there had never been any doubt in her mind that she was fortunate to have Alex.
Carmen refrained from looking at Alex or displaying the shock she felt at the introduction of two more siblings he had never mentioned - an entire family.
Why had he hidden them - and why had he decided to reveal them?
Jonathan and Destiny's room had two twin beds in it, as well as a television.
I hadn't planned on it.
Once again he had caught her ogling him.
They had never been anywhere else overnight together.
Never had she seen Alex so hostile - not even with Josh.
Jonathan leaned forward so that he had a full view of Señor Medena.
How much had he told Señor Medena - or how little?
She had enough for the entire family.
Not even a year had passed since the stabbing, but he had been doing well.
If I hadn't taken Destiny...
He had probably been hurting during the ride, but refused to say anything.
But I have said they did not know you had a wound.
Would it have been better if I had fallen off and broken my neck?
Alex had asked one of the men go into town and rent a car for them.
The last time he made a business trip to Columbia, he had said they needed the money.
Ultimately it had cost them a child and her ability to have more.
It had provided the opportunity for him to accuse her of being unfaithful.
It was probably the first money, other than the air fares, Señor Medena had been able to spend on Alex - and even then he had to do it through Felipa.
There had to be more.
No wonder Alex hadn't said anything about it.
Maybe Felipa had a love she wasn't sure about.
Both were watching her as if she had something earth-shattering to say.
Alex liked being in control, and he had none in this situation.
Maybe Alex wanted to be in control because he had been dominated all his life.
It wasn't as if he had to be there every living minute of his life.
If he hadn't hid it from her all this time, it wouldn't be such a shock.
How long had Morino lived in America?
Apparently Señor Medena and his daughters had lived here all their lives.
It wasn't the first time she had gone to bed while he was out on a call, but it was the first time she had done so away from home.
For a moment she lay waiting, and then realized he had fallen asleep.
A stop for lunch and then a drive over the biggest bridge Carmen had ever seen - and then they were in Galveston.
Pleasant as it was, they had to go back.
Remembering what Felipa had said about the girls being out of a home if Alex refused the inheritance, she smiled.
It wasn't something she had considered before, but another thought followed his.
He had started the clinic shortly after they were married, so his dream was barely being realized.
He was realizing the impact the lie had on their relationship.
It was the first time Carmen had seen Alondra actually laugh.
In that moment of obvious joy, Alondra barely had an accent.
Maybe getting away from Dulce had helped.
But then, Alex had always been fluent in pretty talk.
It was something she had always liked about him, mostly because he was sincere about it.
There were so many people she had never seen - lots of good looking women.
Alex had never mentioned him.
But then, Alex hadn't mentioned his family to her, either.
Whatever the case, they had no flow together.
"If it hadn't been for his sister, I probably still wouldn't know," he mused.
What would Alex have done if she had talked?
Other than the one time he had lost his temper with her, she had never known him to be anything but gentle.
That was the first time she had said it to anyone.
They must have been close, and yet, to the best of her memory, Alex had not spoken of Gerald.
What had happened that made him ditch everything he knew and come to Arkansas?
When Carmen's gaze returned to Dulce, the woman had a smug smile on her lips.
If his family had lived in the United States for centuries, why didn't they learn to speak proper English?
Even as she thought it, she knew her anger had nothing to do with their heritage.
He had loved a singer, but he had married the farmer's daughter.
Had he married her to escape his family?
If it had been for both of them, they would have invited some of her friends - like Katie and Bill.
Gerald had to leave, but you met him.
It was far too sweet and had a bitter aftertaste.
The kitchen was open all the time, but Alex didn't drink - or never had to her knowledge.
She had to grab it to keep it from falling to the floor.
He didn't sound like he had a cold.
Actually, someone had spiked her punch and he drank it.
Who had handed it to her?
At the time she had thought Dulce was annoyed because she didn't like the punch.
The subject was how Mary had been a vessel to carry the son of god.
She had an interesting perspective, and she made him think about things differently.
Not that one had anything to do with the other, but the technology of surrogacy would have been inconceivable back then.
But it would have been alright if I had?
She had no particular concern about that part.
Actually, Dulce had been disrespectful with every look and word.
She had probably resurrected his memory of how Lori had tried to break them up.
I wish we had never come here.
What if Señor Medena had three boys instead of three girls?
No one had said anything.
What had they done?
She had assumed Alex was, but... she needed to look at his files.
Now it truly mattered how much money he had.
She released the breath she had been unconsciously holding.
Actually, her first morning of sickness had been unpleasant, until she discovered the cause was pregnancy.
If he had simply ignored her, she might have been able to get her emotions under control, but now a sob threatened so convincingly that she was afraid to breathe.
She had to regain control.
Her sadness had nothing to do with not appreciating their fortune.
Apparently something had been discussed in her absence.
No doubt he told them that Alexia had died, because after Jonathan's statement, that would be easiest.
What would be different this time was the fact that he couldn't deny the babies were his - that and the fact that this time she had no uterus to lose.
She had to stop thinking about the past that way.
Mom used to say that people suspected in others what they had experienced or what they would do in the other person's shoes.
Certainly she had given him no reason to believe she would.
Then again, Tessa had cheated on him.
Still, Alex had taken ownership for what he had done.
Since then he had treated her with total respect.
A piñata had been hung from one of the banisters above and the children of some of the employees joined them.
Alfonso assured him that it was no big deal - that Señor Medena would pay for it because he had lots of money.
Still, Alex had presented the issue as responsibility, not money.
Hadn't they covered this the night they showed him the picture?
He had never called Señor Medena Dad before.
Dulce had hands on her hips, leaning slightly forward as she spoke to him in Spanish.
Alex had his professional expression on, but Dulce was pouting.
It was rude to act this way to hosts who had invited them into their home on such a special occasion.
That was one way Alex had followed her lead.
He had never mentioned what Christmas had been like at his home.
Actually, everything belongs to both of us, but I was the one who had the lifelong dream of a horse ranch.
I had grand plans to build and run a large-scale horse ranch.
I started the dairy and everything I had went into getting it into the black.
Even so, she was the one who had made the rule.
He had final say.
But Carmen had better luck with Señor Medena.
Dulce and Alex had such a strange relationship.
Maybe because it had the same theme of wrought iron and ivory as the hacienda - and maybe they had been visiting too long.
It had a quiet look of quality that was soothing.
The master bedroom had wooden patio doors that opened on a balcony facing east.
"You would like to see the patio?" he continued, as if nothing had happened.
He hadn't developed a liking for her.
Only his idea of tempting her with a fine house hadn't worked.
Alex had raced to her rescue because he knew she was too naïve to realize what his father was doing.
Señor Medena had no romantic thoughts about her.
Yet, what about the uneasy feeling she had today?
He had all the family he wanted in Arkansas.
No wonder he had run away from this one.
As with Josh, he had simply assumed a relationship.
Worse, he had again assumed she was a willing participant.
She was the one who had insisted on waiting until they were married.
Other than an infatuation with Josh before she met Alex, there had been no one else.
In fact, at the party he had spent an unnecessary amount of time with the woman he almost married – and hadn't even introduced her.
By the time they reached the barn, she had a different perspective of the entire situation.
He had been spending too much time with the television lately.
He flinched visibly as if she had slapped him, his fingers tightening on her arm.
Sure, he'd had some rough times, but she had never done anything to make him think she would be unfaithful.
If he trusted her, he wouldn't have been snapping at her as if she had done something wrong.
He hadn't said anything to his father.
Dropping her arms, she stepped back and wiped her mouth, staring up at him as though he had initiated the incident.
Apparently Señor Medena had two children who denied him.
As Dulce had pointed out, he was trying to get away from the family.
If Katie hadn't disclosed that incident to her before she met Alex, would he have revealed that facet of his past?
Was that what they had been arguing about?
If he had passed Dulce over, it was because she wasn't what he wanted.
She was jealous of Dulce, but she had no reason to be.
Her actions had clearly taken him by surprise.
And yet, if Señor Medena hadn't been so pushy, would he have accepted the inheritance?
If Dulce hadn't chased him so hard, would he have fallen in love with her?
Who could say what might have been if the smallest thing had been different in their lives?
Alex had trust issues, and they were there before she married him.
Her attitude wasn't as Alex had said, 'sour grapes', and he knew it.
But then, he had made it clear from the start that he didn't want any of them in his life.
He had tried his best to push them out of it.
She had been the one who pushed him back into it.
He hadn't lied about any of it.
He had simply avoided it.
Had they made a mistake?
She asked "Yeah. We had some late visitors."
He had a lot of friends in Texas.
Later as she lay awake beside him, listening to the sound of his breathing, it occurred to her that they had fallen into the pattern of making up by making love.
They hadn't actually settled anything, and yet they were no longer quarreling.
They probably had a lot to discuss and most likely were not alone.
Had they all been arguing?
For some reason she had always thought Alex would adjust quickly to any lifestyle.
He had the background and the education, but he obviously didn't have the inclination to adjust to the one being forced on him.
Alex collected their luggage and had it loaded in the car.
The aroma of cologne surrounded him and his breath smelled like he had recently brushed his teeth.
She hadn't brushed or rinsed her mouth out since being sick on the plane.
Why hadn't they tried it before?
I'm sorry I kept you waiting, but Tessa had nothing to do with it.
Carmen let go of the blanket she had been clutching to her chest and turned to shut her light off.
The car was six years old now, but it was in good shape and still had low mileage.
Alex had invited her to look at his financial files any time she wanted, and yet it seemed an intrusion on his privacy.
Would she ever reach the point that she felt comfortable about spending the money he had earned before they met?
Using the path he had given her, she found his financial folder.
Her savings and checking accounts combined had never exceeded $3,000 - not even before she paid the bills.
When he talked of investments, she had assumed he was talking about 401K.
Surely he had a simple checkbook file.
She blinked and read it again, counting the zeros to assure that she had read it properly.
It was unsettling to think he had concealed an entire family and lifestyle from her, but this was different.
His excuse for going to Columbia had been that they needed money.
If not, why had he gone - left her alone for two weeks?
If they hadn't been fighting, he might have been there when she started hemorrhaging.
He had apologized for what he had done and she had forgiven him.
In any case, Alex hadn't actually concealed his financial status.
How many times had he told her to look at the files?
How many times had people commented on his wealth?
She simply hadn't looked.
Alex had always taken care of his family, but was it irresponsible to assume he always would?
Surely they had other people who spoke Spanish - people familiar with the customer.
I had connections no one else did.
His father had connections... in Columbia?
I've never had anything to do with drugs.
"No wonder you didn't want to tell me why you had to go," she accused in a cold tone.
You would have had to tell me about an entire family you'd been hiding.
He didn't tell her about the money because it would lead to questions - both about the money and the fact that he had been hiding it from her.
The files had been there all along and he had given her passwords and permission to look at them since they were first married.
Had they argued that much at his father's house?
He didn't want to go and he had made no effort to get along with his father.
How had their conversation gone from an inquiry about money to a litmus test of their stay in Texas?
This wasn't about what he had hidden from her or the fact that he had left her alone for two weeks to go to Columbia.
I think we've both had a lot on our minds lately.
Thinking back, her parents had done both in front of her.
Still, as a child she had never thought about it.
There was no immediate need for a van and if they did need one, they... he, obviously had the money.
I thought you had finally accepted that the money belonged to both of you.
I was thinking about buying a new vehicle and wondered if we had the money, so I looked at his financial information on the computer.
He admitted that he actually went because he had connections - heritage.
She had shut Katie off many times when she had tried to tell her things.
On the other hand, Katie had flatly refused to provide some information because she said Alex wouldn't want her to tell.
In fact, he had a strong respect for the security it could provide.
He also had a sense of responsibility about it.
Anyway, Mom had a brother and a sister.
Mom always had a good relationship with her sister and brother.
Maybe they had inherited or learned it from their mother, not his father.
What a complicated situation Alex had been born into.
I'm sure that had a lot to do with it - that and the connections.
He probably hasn't had any cause to speak French.
Carmen felt the full weight of a question that had no answer.
She hadn't helped any by turning their past problems into a monetary issue.
Why hadn't she thought of his comment in that context?
Considering the information Katie had just disclosed, it wasn't surprising that he wanted to be in control - or that he had chosen a wife who asked few questions.
He didn't act concerned when she told him she had looked at them - not until she questioned the source.
He had access to his part much earlier than I did, so he was able to make some investments that really paid off.
In fact, I think Uncle Fabrice had him convinced that he couldn't sell a cheeseburger to a starving man.
Wouldn't it be wounded knowing he had been used to their advantage?
Carmen had always looked forward to evening when Alex returned from work, but she was doubly relieved for the evening hours now.
They had nearly completed the room when Destiny got sick.
He had a few basic instructions, but said it would last seven to ten days with or without antibiotics.
She had been lying around all day catching up on her sleep while Carmen worked on her bedroom.
Carmen, how long has she had this fever?
She looked at them as though they had betrayed her.
Maybe they had, but what choice did they have?
By the time they finished erecting the oxygen tent over her bed, she had finally settled down.
As if Destiny had not been through enough already, she was forced to stay inside the tent.
Was God punishing Destiny because they had been greedy?
She had barely thought about the twins since Destiny went into the hospital.
Had the carpenters stopped working on the room?
The hardwood floor had not been stained.
When the doctor arrived, he had more bad news.
The other lung was infected and they had switched to yet another antibiotic.
Hands clasped, she prayed fervently, asking God not to let Destiny suffer for what they had done.
Later she remembered that Alex had asked her to call him if there was any change.
Still, he had the right to know.
"Have you had any sleep?" he asked.
I heard they had the airport cleared for flights now that it's stopped snowing.
He certainly had Destiny's approval - and the admiration appeared to be mutual.
He must understand what Alex had been through.
The line was silent for so long that she checked her phone to see if the call had been dropped.
He said Destiny's fever had broken and if she continued to improve, they would take the tent off her bed in a few days.
After he recovered from the stabbing, the Doctor said he had scar tissue and would be susceptible to pneumonia in the injured lung.
Alex always said she had a good imagination.
Eleven months earlier Alex had her bred to a handsome Appaloosa stud in Indiana - via AI.
Princess had this birthing thing down to an art.
Most things had returned to normal, but the trip to Texas had given Jonathan an idea.
Fortunately, Jonathan had already gone to bed.
He had crossed it.
Where the children were concerned, she had no intention of remaining silent.
Without a doubt, the fact that the babies were healthy had major influence on his mood.
Five years ago that day she had met Alex.
In a way, it was hard to believe it had been that long.
He had a lot on his plate right now... the twins, his father and who knew what else?
He had been unusually quiet and solemn lately.
But then, she had started it by shoving the pillow under her blouse.
The plants she had started in the house in March thrived.
Her first thought was that it was a puppy someone had dropped off.
Maybe she was right, and if Alex hadn't been such a perfect husband in every other way, she might have done it.
Maybe that was what he had been so preoccupied with lately.
She was the country bumpkin that he had to drag everywhere or be accused of being insensitive.
Maybe it had something to do with his investments.
It was possible that his father had given up on him.
No wonder he had been so solemn lately.
He had a family to support - and two more children on the way.
Later that night she woke and lay awake thinking about the way he had responded.
As a matter of fact, he hadn't said that since he spent half the night with his old flame.
Hadn't they talked enough?
It was the romancing that had suffered.
It shouldn't be any surprise, since that was what suffered when he had been troubled in the past.
Destiny wanted to wear some jewelry too, so she let her wear the white pearl choker necklace that her mother had given her.
Alex had guessed it from the start.
Right now she wished she hadn't started this romancing thing.
Although she had said the words "I love you," several times, he had not uttered them.
It was as if they had started a fresh relationship.
Katie leaned back, a triumphant look on her face as if she had made a point.
He had a lot of investments and...
When Alex came home that night she had supper ready.
She had rehearsed her script earlier, but now the words evaded her.
I had hoped that you would resolve your problem, but it seems to have no end.
You had your chance to solve it on your own.
If he had said he lost all his money gambling, it wouldn't have been a bigger shock.
If he had lied to her, he might have cheated as well.
They had been married almost five years, so... that meant the baby was conceived long before they met - about the time he and Tessa were going to get married.
No wonder Dulce had been so upset.
He looked as if she had hit him in the stomach.
If Dulce had a boyfriend, no one had mentioned it.
No one had said anything about Dulce being married, either.
If Alex had known he had a son, things would have been different.
I wish you had said something earlier.
She had a choice.
After all, her husband was the one who had custody of the boy.
I sure wish I had said something to you earlier, Sherlock.
Maybe she couldn't make the ugly beast go away completely, but she had learned to control it.
Then when she learned about Tessa's son, she was furious because he might inherit - even though I hadn't said anything to father.
Wouldn't it have been easier if you had told me?
I was going to tell you - as soon as I had a handle on it.
She greeted them with a big smile, hugging each of them as if they were old friends she hadn't seen in a decade.
As it turned out, Señor Medena had the same perspective on the situation as Carmen did.
He said he felt bad about it, but conceded that Tessa had been less than honest with him on more than one occasion.
She said he had kicked her out, but refused to say why.
He said he wouldn't offer her any money until he had more facts.
She had always claimed that he would listen if she presented an opposing opinion.
If it hadn't been for Katie, she might not have discovered that she was right.
He was expounding over the fact that his father had approached the inheritance issue again.
Maybe he figured you had softened some on the issue.
The only business experience she had was the goat dairy, the non-functional farm and a horse ranch that had been in the fetal stage for years.
Like two bull Elk, they were each so focused on pushing the other back that they had forgotten anyone else existed.
She was the prettiest Appaloosa Carmen had ever seen.
They had already made arrangements for Katie and Bill to watch Jonathan and Destiny while they went to pick up the babies.
There had been two cancellations on a flight and Alex grabbed them.
Matthew had thick black hair, but Natalie's was blonde.
Carmen had assumed breast feeding would be a natural thing, but as Matthew lay fussing in her arms, it seemed a major obstacle.
She had accepted the idea that she would never know this moment.
In the weeks of natural stimulation, she had been the one who was embarrassed.
The moment had made him acutely aware of the instinct to replicate.
He had an idea of how his father felt, fearing he would have to watch his little boy grow and not being able to be the provider.
Maybe he wondered - maybe he knew - if his father had ever held him as he held his offspring right now.
Maybe we would have felt this way with them if things had been different.
I guess we both had a change of heart, didn't we?
They were chatting together as if they had known each other all their lives.
You thought you had a son for a little while.
Not like I wanted to take him away from the man who had been a Dad to him.
Had he been blaming Señor Medena for the death of his Dad?
In spite of the continual struggle for custody, he had felt more welcome at the Medena home than he had with his step-father's family.
When had he shut out those fond memories of rodeos and outings at the Medena hacienda?
If the boy had been his, how would his good intentions have made her husband feel?
If she had stayed with her husband and they had more children, would he have felt financially responsible for the others as well?
If they wanted what he and Carmen had, why didn't they go out and find it?
At some point their marriage had morphed into a family.
Carmen had been his soul mate for a long time.
Katie had been telling him that for years, but he hadn't seen it until now.
Well, for starters, I'd have had to compete with every other guy in school.
Now she had matured into an even more beautiful woman.
According to Lisa, they were the closest thing to a family that she had other than her parents and siblings.
Of course, there was always the possibility that she had come up with the idea of distracting Spenser, but he found that hard to believe.
Being around Lathum had opened his eyes to the number of people who deceive and are deceived.
Right now he was wondering if he had chosen the right occupation.
In those last moments when it was too late, she had decided to go with them.
Dad was in a hurry to beat the storm, so she had said nothing as the car backed out of the drive.
It was a moment that lay in her stomach like a week-long hunger, regardless of the fact that they had been gone only minutes.
In spite of what Allen thought, no incriminating words had crossed her lips.
To an extent she had even been an accomplice.
Even so, she had never suspected the truth – the drugs.
And yet, she had honored her promise to go with him to the party the next night.
Allen had been drinking at the party a little more than usual.
Uncomfortable about riding in the car with him, she had offered to drive.
He had enough alcohol in his veins to believe he could drive, and too much pride to leave the party in the passenger seat.
Howard had insisted on picking up his little sister that night for safety reasons.
The minute Howard had arrived; Allen was in his face, accusing him of stealing his girl.
Howard was a good ten years older and had far more important things on his mind – like his new position as partner at the law firm.
Howard had to pull out of the driveway slowly and gradually increase his speed.
It would have been humiliating if anyone had noticed, but no one seemed to pay much attention – probably because so many others were also drinking.
In the week before his arrest, her attention had shifted to her siblings, Nick and Angela.
Apparently time had caught up with Mom before she could finish.
You simply had to make better use of what was left.
Of course, the little red truck Dad had been drooling over.
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