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Her father is very rich and stingy.
Even so, she had accepted it in her mind to a degree.
He reached for her again.
The impulse gone, I fell down and cried for her to take me up in her arms.
Carmen brushed them away and returned to her prayer.Advertisement
Her heart was starting to flutter.
Her face was burning.
And she smiled her ecstatic smile.
Maybe he thought she would change her mind, but it wasn't going to happen.
When Dorothy gently touched her nose and ears and lips they seemed to be well and delicately formed.Advertisement
She shook her head.
Dark eyes studied her intently.
She stretched and sat up, reaching for her clothes.
I always knew when she wished me to bring her something, and I would run upstairs or anywhere else she indicated.
The last were not England's best men and women; only, perhaps, her best philanthropists.Advertisement
I only know that I sat in my mother's lap or clung to her dress as she went about her household duties.
True, but her answer left Carmen's stomach tied in a knot.
Indeed, I owe to her loving wisdom all that was bright and good in my long night.
Her step was too long, making contact with his foot.
Was it another attempt to humiliate them - her?Advertisement
She lay hidden among some rocks, and nothing could make her stir.
It was no small decision for her.
Carmen finally found her tongue.
Who had handed it to her?
She bit her lips to keep them from quivering and blinked her eyes to get rid of the blur.Advertisement
Then she happened to remember that in a corner of her suit-case were one or two crackers that were left over from her luncheon on the train, and she went to the buggy and brought them.
Facebook doesn't return her call.
Jill hates the licorice ones and eats all her jelly beans except the licorice ones.
The nearest that I came to actual possession was when I bought the Hollowell place, and had begun to sort my seeds, and collected materials with which to make a wheelbarrow to carry it on or off with; but before the owner gave me a deed of it, his wife--every man has such a wife--changed her mind and wished to keep it, and he offered me ten dollars to release him.
Anna Pavlovna Scherer on the contrary, despite her forty years, overflowed with animation and impulsiveness.
He's done her to death.
Alex didn't know about her fear of flying and she'd just as soon he didn't learn.
As it was, the kids might pick up on her fear and emulate.
His gaze traveled over her as she climbed out of her jeans.
Relief brought a smile to her lips.
From the corner of her eye, she saw Alex watching her.
Focusing on his profile, she willed him to look her way.
Her smile was wry as she gazed up at his face.
She clenched her hand and held it tight against her mouth so no sound would escape.
They saw the mother robin flying about, and crying to her mate.
If someone notices that she gets a headache when she eats MSG—or artichokes, or grasshoppers—that first-person, anecdotal experience will shape her nutritional philosophy.
New England can hire all the wise men in the world to come and teach her, and board them round the while, and not be provincial at all.
She suddenly paused, smiling at her own impetuosity.
He pulled her into his arms again.
She caught her breath, warmth crawling up her neck again.
She didn't like putting her mother's old China in the dishwasher.
She sat up, pulling the blanket around her nightgown and shivered.
She picked up her coffee cup and took another sip, her eyes searching his over the rim.
Warmth invaded her face.
She jerked her head up and stared at him, letting the nightgown fall loosely around her body.
He reached for her and she evaded his hands, playfully slapping him away.
Are you sure you don't want me to take her?
Her accent was still there, but the clumsy speech pattern was gone.
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.
In a quiet room with no one looking on, she managed to get her emotions under control by focusing on Destiny.
Carmen felt warmth flood her face.
Her face flamed as she thought of how it must have looked to Morino.
This makes sense, so she spends her last $2000 in savings to buy ads.
In the future, every single person will have at his or her disposal the sum total of the life experience of everyone alive.
She gave it to him and, unpleasant as it was to her to do so, ventured to ask him what her father was doing.
The same evening that the prince gave his instructions to Alpatych, Dessalles, having asked to see Princess Mary, told her that, as the prince was not very well and was taking no steps to secure his safety, though from Prince Andrew's letter it was evident that to remain at Bald Hills might be dangerous, he respectfully advised her to send a letter by Alpatych to the Provincial Governor at Smolensk, asking him to let her know the state of affairs and the extent of the danger to which Bald Hills was exposed.
She pushed the thought from her mind and turned to him.
His somber gaze met hers and then drifted to her lips.
Her sigh was a mixture of contentment and relief.
Without waiting for her to reply, he strode away, pausing only long enough to shrug into his denim jacket.
Waking from her stupor, she blew him a kiss.
Josh had been her childhood playmate.
Carmen stopped washing the dish in her hand and stared at Mary in mute silence.
Carmen shrugged again, plunging her hands into the warm dishwater.
Katie shook her head and sighed.
When a Christmas waltz began, a warm hand gripped her elbow.
Alex gently turned her around and took her into his arms.
With slow graceful steps, he pulled her into dance.
And so, if she couldn't have it in her head, she'd put it into his.
A long sigh escaped her lips as she slid back down under the covers.
Talking about it might help her, but they had already talked the subject lifeless.
He was respectful of her concerns, but they didn't see eye-to-eye on any of it - except the fact that they both wanted another child.
Alex rolled over and faced her.
He reached out with one arm and drew her toward him.
She slid over, cuddling close to him, her head on his pillow.
When she opened the barn door, the Appaloosa mare lifted her head over her stall and nickered.
He had been taking care of her for nearly a year now.
Somehow it simply wasn't top priority in her life right now.
Alex met her at the door, a steaming cup of coffee in one hand.
He slapped her on the backside playfully as she passed.
He came up behind her and took the coffee cup from her hands, sitting it on the table.
His warm hands slid around her waist, pulling her back against him.
His eyes mocked her.
As she left the kitchen, his voice followed her.
They put her through college and it was her intent to stay with them as long as they needed her.
For her, losing them was painful enough, but losing a mate - that would be agonizing.
He plopped down in a chair, his intense gaze fixed on her.
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.
His penetrating gaze prowled over her face and pounced on her eyes.
Alex stared at her, his expression sour.
She could have asked, but that might tip her hand.
She retrieved them from her purse and handed them to him.
When she glanced at him, he was eyeing her, a wry smile twisting his lips.
He rolled up the newspaper and hit her playfully on the backside as she walked away.
No, she's playing in her room.
A few minutes later his deep voice drifted back down the hall as he discussed something with her.
Alex was watching her, his expression unreadable.
No doubt he didn't like being reminded that her dream could only be achieved by unnatural methods.
Jonathan's voice interrupted her thoughts.
Why hadn't it occurred to her that Jonathan might feel he was being replaced?
She frowned as she unbuttoned her blouse.
He watched absently as she shrugged out of her blouse.
Warmth crawled up her neck as she grabbed her nightgown and pulled it over her head.
He had indicated enough times that he would like to see her in something a little more feminine and fashionable.
Grabbing her hands, he pushed her back on the bed and held her down.
His fingers unwrapped from her wrists and his warm palms caressed hers.
She turned her head and kissed him on the cheek.
When they reached their destination, Alex pulled her aside and gently corrected her.
Pointing his fork at her plate, he spoke sternly.
She hesitated as his troubled gaze ran over her face.
Carmen glanced up at her.
Slipping her hand through his extended elbow, she let him lead her into the center of the room.
She raised her brows.
Yet he too was an excellent dancer - or maybe everyone's dancing skills were so much better than hers that it only appeared so to her.
If Alex felt the need to protect her from Gerald, maybe she shouldn't be dancing with him.
He swept her around.
Alex followed her and stumbled on the stairs.
Shutting the door after her, Alex reached for Carmen.
Snuggling close, she lifted her face to accept his kiss.
Carmen sucked in her breath and looked up at Alex.
I am His gaze wandered over her face again.
Dulce had hands on her hips, leaning slightly forward as she spoke to him in Spanish.
Alex was looking down at her, his expression unreadable.
When Dulce stopped talking, he said something and turned, walking away from her.
It wasn't that it was none of her business.
It was simply that he didn't want to tell her - which amounted to the same thing.
That was one way Alex had followed her lead.
Señor Medena watched her leave, his expression reflective.
Felipa rolled her eyes.
Alondra and Felipa were watching her intently, and even Señor Medena seemed to be interested in what their life was like at home.
Señor Medena was watching her in a strange way.
He probably thought that she married Alex to realize her dream.
He glanced up and smiled when she came in, his gaze drifting from her to the door.
Alex put the paper down and turned toward her, sliding an arm behind her on the back of the couch.
Her stomach contracted at his tone and the look on his face.
His bittersweet chocolate gaze wandered over her face in search of something, or maybe he was digesting the information.
Finally he looked up at her.
He reached out and stroked her cheek.
His attitude toward her did an about face so obvious that even Jonathan noticed.
Alex spoke from behind her, his tone less than friendly.
Carmen glanced up to find him frowning down at her.
She helped Destiny into her chair and smiled thanks to Alex as he held hers.
Dulce glanced at her father and then at Carmen, her dark eyes barely veiling contempt.
When Alex gave her a stern look, her hostile gaze shifted to her plate.
Carmen shifted her attention to Señor Medena, who was focused on Alex at the moment.
She should probably listen to her gut feeling about this.
Señor Medena took her elbow in his hand and led her down the hall.
The way he did it reminded her of Alex.
Again it struck her how much they were alike.
At the car he opened the door for her.
Her fingers searched and found the door handle - just in case.
Señor Medena was watching her intently.
His focus came back on her.
Something about the way he was watching her felt uncomfortable.
His fingers closed around her arm and he firmly pulled her back.
She twisted her arm from his grip.
She rubbed her arm.
Carmen turned and lifted a hand to shade her eyes from the sun.
Alex must have listened to her message.
Kicking his foot free of the stirrup, he offered her a hand, never taking his eyes off Señor Medena.
The man with the star regarded her with his calm, expressionless eyes.
He pulled away from her, propping up on an elbow as he studied her face.
Had anyone actually told her that or had she merely assumed it?
He kissed her hand.
He had seemed amused by her modesty in the past, and yet it had obviously troubled him.
Her face warmed as she thought of it.
The golden brown skin and black hair reminded her of the conversation at Thanksgiving.
His eyes blinked and opened, slowly focusing on her face.
Her fingers encountered Alex's as he assisted her.
She caught her breath and glanced at him in the mirror.
Strong arms slipped around her waist, drawing her back against him.
When they finally got on the plane, she and Jonathan had a window seat - Jonathan in front of her.
When it finally started down the runway, she closed her eyes.
Strong warm fingers touched her hand and a palm slid under hers, forcing her hands apart.
As his fingers laced through hers, she opened her eyes and found Alex watching her.
Outside of this being her first trip in an airplane, the rest of the flight was uneventful.
When Señor Medena introduced the girl as his daughter, Carmen caught her breath and looked at Alex for an explanation.
He continued to avoid her gaze, focusing on Felipa instead.
Alex helped the man get the luggage into the trunk and then hurried to assist Carmen into the car before the man could touch her.
Alex climbed into the car beside Carmen and placed his arm protectively on the back of the seat behind her neck.
He wanted to protect her and preserve her innocence.
The fact that there was nothing to protect her from was irrelevant.
Señor Medena was watching Alex, but from the corner of her eye Carmen could see Alex was looking out the window.
His empty gaze shifted momentarily from the window to her face.
Alex had directed the little he said to her only.
He asked her to go back to Houston with him, enticing her with rides on the beach - and love all night.
His head turned suddenly, his bewildered gaze searching her face.
His hand dropped to her shoulder and he squeezed it.
When her attention returned to the others, she caught Señor Medena and Felipa watching them.
Carmen wrinkled her nose at him.
More than likely the correction was to prevent her from being embarrassed.
Carmen said, grabbing her hand and kissing the chubby little fingers.
Alex retrieved her from Felipa and shifted her so that she sat on his arm, one of her arms around his neck.
It was his way of focusing in - pulling her close without the intimacy of touching.
It crossed her mind that Alex might be more than uncomfortable in these surroundings.
Felipa leaned toward her, speaking softly.
Carmen glanced at her in surprise.
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.
Her eyes were almond shaped, the brown of the iris so dark that it was almost black.
Alondra was attractive in a delicate way - her features more refined.
Like her father, the dark eyes that examined Carmen revealed little emotion.
And yet, there was something about her that suggested she was in uncharted waters - maybe body language.
Warmth crawled up her neck.
Why don't you put her on the bed in their room?
I don't want her to wake up in a strange room and not be able to find us.
Her wandering gaze came up to his face and warmth shot painfully up her neck.
Once again he had caught her ogling him.
He tossed the shirt on the bed and walked silently to her.
Gathering her in his arms, he pulled her close - his lips seeking hers hungrily.
She turned her head to watch him.
Carmen whipped her head around.
Alex captured her hand and forced her to drop the potatoes.
Her lower lip pushed out and then she started to cry.
Carmen grabbed a napkin and began wiping the mashed potatoes from her hand.
He put a spoon in her hand.
Finally he glanced up and met her questioning gaze.
They call her a gestational carrier.
He glanced at her and then at Dulce.
There was no way to defend her moral objections without seeding doubt in his mind.
He eyed her sourly.
He rested a hand on her shoulder and sighed, gazing down at her tenderly.
She'll be closer to her age.
He shoved her back on the bed playfully.
He crawled onto the bed and lay down beside her, his expression becoming sober.
She rolled over and sat up, but he stopped her with a hand on her arm.
She urged her mount a safe distance away, motioning for Jonathan to follow.
Felipa kicked her horse into a lope and rode up beside him.
Carmen glared at her.
Her anxious gaze went from Carmen to Alex and back again.
When no one said anything she sighed, her attention on Carmen.
Carmen stared at her.
Felipa will be punished for her part in the incident.
She has already apologized and I have accepted her apology.
He paused at the door to wait for her.
She hesitated at Señor Medena's desk and he glanced up at her expectantly.
She moistened her lips.
His gaze wandered over her face.
Alex was watching her intently.
He instantly gave in to chase her down the hall.
Alex tossed her into the air.
He took Carmen by the hand and leaned close to her ear.
Leaning her back against the wall, hands behind her back, she watched him in the mirror.
He glanced at her in the mirror and continued shaving.
He turned from the mirror and gazed down at her solemnly.
Finally he put a hand on the wall on each side of her head.
He bent his head and brushed her lips lightly with his own.
Removing his hands from the wall, he placed them on her shoulders, pulling her closer.
His warm fingers released her shoulders and traced their way up her neck, cupping her jaws in his hands.
Placing her hands over his, she eagerly returned his kiss.
He released her and stepped back.
For the first time it mattered to her.
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.
A coloring book and crayons kept her busy while they worked and talked.
Felipa shook her head.
If she was invited, it was as a guest of Alex, so he would tell her when and if he decided to go.
Carmen smiled at her.
Felipa tipped her head to the side, as if she was considering that information.
Her dark eyes fixed on Carmen, eagerly waiting for the rest of the story.
Felipa rolled her eyes and looked embarrassed.
Both were watching her as if she had something earth-shattering to say.
Finally her sober gaze came back to Carmen.
Felipa nodded, her gaze becoming absent again.
Carmen went back to wrapping her present.
Carmen caught her breath - and the denial.
It was Alex who talked her into the IVF, but what did it matter?
Dulce stared at her expressionlessly.
She wasn't contributing money, but she was certainly contributing her share.
Then her expression grew bland again.
Dulce stood and motioned for Alondra to follow her.
Felipa's brows drew together, her expression perplexed.
Felipa considered the question a moment and then her brows resumed their normal position.
If he hadn't hid it from her all this time, it wouldn't be such a shock.
For a moment a pang of homesickness engulfed her.
He stumbled over something and exclaimed before she turned on the lamp beside her bed.
We'll know more about her recovery tomorrow.
One of the men is staying up with her.
Carmen leaned on her pillow and watched him dress for bed.
His gaze dropped to her nightgown and his brows lifted.
Lifting the covers, he climbed into bed and moved close to her.
She cuddled close to him and lifted her face for his affection.
At least he couldn't blame her for any lack of attention this time.
Carmen shook her head.
Then we will all go down together and Maria can get acquainted with her while you are measured for a dress.
Nina said, her eyes expressing delight.
Her calculating gaze ran over Carmen from head to toe and she smiled.
Carmen rolled her eyes.
He put an arm around her waist and kissed her cheek.
His gaze dropped to her face and wandered over it.
Alex shot her a stern look and she made a face.
He pulled her into his arms.
Sliding her arms around his neck, she pressed against him.
His fingers pressed gently, guiding her closer.
Then they caressed their way up her side, his thumb sliding under her bra and gently up the curve of her breast.
He groaned and captured her lips again.
Alex turned back to her.
In the morning she opened her eyes to find Destiny's face only inches away from hers.
She lifted her head, copper curls falling across her eyes.
Carmen hugged her again.
When she glanced at Alex, he was watching her intently.
Alex regarded her soberly.
His expression was reflective as he continued to regard her.
Alex laid a hand on her arm.
Nina wasn't the only one awaiting her arrival.
Alondra smiled shyly but her eyes shined.
Her figure was not as well developed as Alondra or Dulce, but she looked nice in the style and color.
The big question was, would her confidence last?
She smiled as Carmen put hands to her mouth in surprise.
She hiked it up and Felipa rolled her eyes.
Carmen swirled around, enjoying the feel of the skirt as she eyed her image in the mirror.
Stopping suddenly, she caught her breath.
Her waist looked tiny, swathed in velvet and surrounded by satin.
They sat her in front of a mirror while Felipa worked.
Alondra stood by watching, her expression pleased.
Felipa finally took her by the arm.
Everyone was looking at her.
He offered her an arm.
A live band started playing a waltz and he dropped a hand to her waist.
Taking her hand in his, he swept her gracefully into dance.
As he swung her around, he spoke into her ear.
Carmen gazed up at him, shaking her head.
Every woman should have her princess moment, don't you think?
A tall young man tapped his shoulder and Alex surrendered her to the second dance of the evening.
The man, or boy, couldn't have been more than twenty, yet his steps were as sure as the hands that whirled her around the room.
Even Alex never held her so close.
Carmen wrinkled her nose.
With sure graceful movements, he danced her around the room.
Finally he bowed over her hand.
A soft southern voice drawled behind her.
Carmen turned and tipped her head back to look at the face of the man who towered over her.
He looked to be about her age and his blond hair was neatly combed into a fashionable style.
For some reason it crossed her mind that he would be fun to know.
She smiled up at him as his hand found her waist.
She rested one hand on his upper arm and surrendered her other to a hand that engulfed hers.
He laughed, swirling her around.
But then, Alex hadn't mentioned his family to her, either.
Warmth ran up her neck and she bit her lower lip.
The warmth spilled onto her cheeks.
His hand gently pressed on her waist, drawing her closer as he leaned down.
His gaze focused back on her.
Other than the one time he had lost his temper with her, she had never known him to be anything but gentle.