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His voice was controlled.

It was the earthquake.

He was elected president.

Nurturing was in his personality.

Alex was supposed to be sterile, but they had been wrong about that.

He was going to call the doctor.

Her face was burning.

His voice was soft.

With these words she greeted Prince Vasili Kuragin, a man of high rank and importance, who was the first to arrive at her reception.

America was birthed in optimism.

This was a very interesting experience to them.

The central and largest one was white, and reminded her of the sun.

Obviously he was still struggling with it.

Water was dripping from the trees, and the grass was wet.

The conductor said it was the worst quake he ever knew.

It was no secret.

It was true, of course.

There was a lot at stake.

All were surprised to find that he was not with them.

Her heart was starting to flutter.

You saw how he was.

It was possible after all - but was it moral?

Far up in the air was an object that looked like a balloon.

This was a decision she had already made once - but not really.

His tail was short and scraggly, and his harness had been broken in many places and fastened together again with cords and bits of wire.

This was not the light in which I hoed them.

It was Alex and Morino.

On that subject she was adamant.

They saw a landscape with mountains and plains, lakes and rivers, very like those upon the earth's surface; but all the scene was splendidly colored by the variegated lights from the six suns.

Felipa was telling me.

Their son, Charles Adams, was born in Newburyport, Massachusetts, and moved to Helena, Arkansas.

He was fallible like everyone else.

I was born on June 27, 1880, in Tuscumbia, a little town of northern Alabama.

Pierre was among those who saw him come out from the merchants' hall with tears of emotion in his eyes.

That was good, wasn't it?

Was that why she looked like she was going to cry?

As Dulce had pointed out, he was trying to get away from the family.

The boy was startled and his eyes were big.

He was quite an old little man and his head was long and entirely bald.

Actually, it was way too much house as far as she was concerned, but she wasn't buying it.

No wonder he was so upset.

Alex wasn't paying a stranger to give him an heir.

Was that why Alex didn't want to talk to her about it?

I was watching for some encouraging sign.

It was completely covered with vines, climbing roses and honeysuckles.

It was in July, 1805, and the speaker was the well-known Anna Pavlovna Scherer, maid of honor and favorite of the Empress Marya Fedorovna.

What did you really think when you found out Alex was a Mexican?

Then there was the money he left to Carmen.

Still, the feel of his hand was reassuring.

His voice was husky.

His face was still pale.

She was invited to the party.

That was one way Alex had followed her lead.

Maybe he was unusually hungry.

It was all her fault.

To her, the idea was ludicrous, and yet, it probably looked that way to Dulce.

Was that what Dulce was arguing with him about - that he didn't know what he wanted?

Maybe it was jet lag - whatever that was.

Was it another attempt to humiliate them - her?

Surely there was more to their conversation.

His attention was focused on two riders approaching.

Then he got into the buggy again and took the reins, and the horse at once backed away from the tree, turned slowly around, and began to trot down the sandy road which was just visible in the dim light.

It wasn't my intent to hide anything from you.

In fact, what she felt was pity.

Nothing. I was just thinking about technology.

Alex was looking down at her, his expression unreadable.

Alex had his professional expression on, but Dulce was pouting.

The atmosphere felt stiff and formal, as if this was not part of their routine.

Señor Medena was watching her in a strange way.

He was just showing me a house he said he was giving as a wedding gift.

That was all today amounted to - a manipulation.

I know him when he was boy and I love him then.

This is the life he was born for.

Was that what they had been arguing about?

How long this state of things continued Dorothy could not even guess, she was so greatly bewildered.

Next to Washington he was the greatest American.

But scarcely had Pierre uttered these words before he was attacked from three sides.

The other was the mayor, a man with a thin sallow face and narrow beard.

He said I was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen.

I guess he was stunned by my beauty.

It was far too sweet and had a bitter aftertaste.

I guess I wasn't very polite, making a face like that.

Even as tired as she was, his arms were a welcome haven.

At the time she had thought Dulce was annoyed because she didn't like the punch.

It was something Alex didn't need to know.

She was no longer tired - no longer concerned about the children or the strange room.

After the service, Alex was unusually silent.

Then why was it so difficult to forgive him?

Maybe some of it was soaking in.

Maybe he was thinking about what his father would say or do when he came in.

Why didn't you tell me Dulce was giving you a hard time?

Carmen glanced at him, but he was still deep in thought.

Yet before the day was over, it was obvious that wasn't the case.

Well, she must have thought it was something.

What was that all about?

Carmen glanced at Alex, but he either didn't notice her attention, or he was avoiding her eyes.

After that, I guess I was focused on just getting by.

When she got to the room, Alex was sitting on the love seat reading a newspaper.

Immediately she was alert.

And yet, the driver was there.

Señor Medena was watching her intently.

Something about the way he was watching her felt uncomfortable.

It was a good thing they were going home tomorrow.

Now even their relationship was beginning to suffer.

There was no reason for him to think his father might be romantically interested in her.

She was the one who had insisted on waiting until they were married.

Jonathan was in his room watching television.

It wasn't a question, but a flat statement.

That familiar cold feeling washed over her again with a wave that was staggering.

The door to Destiny & Jonathan's room was closed.

They couldn't leave here soon enough as far as she was concerned.

There was no point in dredging up the past again.

She was jealous of Dulce, but she had no reason to be.

That was all it took.

This second one was a Rain of People-and-Horse-and-Buggy.

A middle-aged man, handsome and virile, in the uniform of a retired naval officer, was speaking in one of the rooms, and a small crowd was pressing round him.

Pierre's one feeling at the moment was a desire to show that he was ready to go all lengths and was prepared to sacrifice everything.

It was true, and it brought color to his neck, but he didn't comment.

I can't imagine what he was thinking to hide a thing like that from you.

He was getting to be quite a handsome young man.

It was embarrassing to think she had let it go on this long without realizing he was troubled by it.

Was he actually avoiding conversation with his father?

But this wasn't about intimacy - was it?

He was alright and they probably wouldn't do it again.

The room was silent for a few minutes after they left.

Carmen's smile was wry.

Maybe that was the problem.

The idea was reinforced when Gerald turned and walked out the door without doing so.

His warm hand on her waist was reassuring.

Tessa was the girl who left him standing at the altar once.

Her smile was wry as she gazed up at his face.

But he wasn't her concern tonight.

By whoever invited all these other people - I suppose because she was someone I knew.

Possibly not, but that was the end result.

Sweets usually made her thirstier - but it was wet.

Carmen rushed to him, but found that he was either asleep or passed out.

The way he acted tonight was a little too much like he did when he came home from the hospital.

Alfonso assured him that it was no big deal - that Señor Medena would pay for it because he had lots of money.

Señor Medena was watching Alex thoughtfully, but Alex seemed to be unaware of his attention.

That evening after Destiny and Jonathan were asleep, Carmen was picking up in their room.

Besides, there was nothing to be gained in either case by saying anything – to either of you.

His gaze was reflective.

It wasn't that it was none of her business.

It was Christmas morning and all was not well.

Alex was being stubborn - and uncharacteristically rebellious.

It was rude to act this way to hosts who had invited them into their home on such a special occasion.

Actually, it was how my family always celebrated Christmas.

Alondra and Felipa were watching her intently, and even Señor Medena seemed to be interested in what their life was like at home.

Like Alex, it was impossible to guess what was going on in his mind by the expression on his face.

Part of it, of course, was Jonathan's nature.

Whatever the issue was, the conflict between Alex and Dulce remained.

When they arrived downstairs, everyone was waiting.

Carmen shifted her attention to Señor Medena, who was focused on Alex at the moment.

The Alex she met and fell in love with was confident and generally happy.

Alex seemed to be more comfortable around Morino than he was around his father's family.

It was a stupid question, of course.

He'd be following shortly, trying to make it look like he was the injured party.

They were at it again - or at least Dulce was.

If he had passed Dulce over, it was because she wasn't what he wanted.

Dulce was beautiful, but she would forever be trying to run his life.

Alex was pacing the room when she returned.

You knew when I was arguing with you.

I knew because I was in love with you.

This wasn't a home.

It was a house full of people who happened to be related to him.

He was a good husband and father.

She could count his ribs easily where they showed through the skin of his body, and his head was long and seemed altogether too big for him, as if it did not fit.

The retired naval man was speaking very boldly, as was evident from the expression on the faces of the listeners and from the fact that some people Pierre knew as the meekest and quietest of men walked away disapprovingly or expressed disagreement with him.

It was indicative of dissipation and the exercise of authority.

The nobility don't gwudge theah lives--evewy one of us will go and bwing in more wecwuits, and the sov'weign" (that was the way he referred to the Emperor) "need only say the word and we'll all die fo' him!" added the orator with animation.

He hardened his heart against the senator who was introducing this set and narrow attitude into the deliberations of the nobility.

Alex was doing everything in his power to provide her with all the experiences of a natural mother.

Maybe something was wrong all along.

Princess was supposed to foal again in January.

If God thought it was wrong, nothing we could have done would have been successful.

It's winter - or was at home.

It was about privacy and morality.

What was that supposed to mean?

It was the way she wanted it as well.

Or was it the other way around?

Better. I think she was foundered.

It was all just good clean fun.

I don't think anyone was timing me.

His smile was relieved.

But Tessa wasn't simply another pretty face.

His smile was strained.

When the band took a break, Carmen was looking for something cool to drink.

While the band was on break, Eduardo entertained them with some Spanish guitar.

The kitchen was open all the time, but Alex didn't drink - or never had to her knowledge.

Hopefully, this was his one and only session with drinking too much.

The subject was how Mary had been a vessel to carry the son of god.

It might cross a person's mind now and then that their spouse might be unfaithful, but insisting on it for months was another thing.

It was simply that he didn't want to tell her - which amounted to the same thing.

She let the conversation drop that night, but early the next morning Dulce caught him in the hallway and it was clear that she didn't think anything was settled.

Destiny stared at Alex over Carmen's shoulder and Jonathan was so focused on Alex that he nearly ran into Alondra.

Actually, everything belongs to both of us, but I was the one who had the lifelong dream of a horse ranch.

Señor Medena was watching her as if she were talking about something truly interesting.

He was right, to a degree It isn't the past that I'm pitching you, Alex.

His bittersweet chocolate gaze wandered over her face in search of something, or maybe he was digesting the information.

Even so, she was the one who had made the rule.

She was lounging on the bed reading a magazine when someone knocked on the door.

It had a quiet look of quality that was soothing.

The dining room was directly off the kitchen, which was also lavish.

A couple of wing-backed chairs and sofa sank luxuriously into that thick wine carpet, but what caught her full attention was the wide curving staircase.

Señor Medena was watching her again in that strange way, as if it truly mattered what she thought.

The driver was standing by the car smoking a cigarette as they emerged from the house.

No wonder he was upset in the stair room.

Alex had raced to her rescue because he knew she was too naïve to realize what his father was doing.

Surely Alex wasn't blind to the manipulation going on with intent to keep him in Texas.

Worse, he had again assumed she was a willing participant.

He was making noises like his father was the one he didn't trust, but it wasn't that simple.

She wasn't looking forward to being in the room with Alex right now - especially so with the children there to listen.

Señor Medena married my mother when I was a baby.

Still, if Señor Medena adopted Dulce when she was a baby and raised her, then he was her father - blood relative or not.

Conversation with Dulce was futile.

His tone was terse.

She took out some of his and hers so he wouldn't think she was packing to leave him.

I wasn't the one who wanted to come here in the first place.

Looking into that semi-sweet chocolate gaze, it was easy to understand why Dulce lost her composure.

Then he turned away and rubbed the back of his neck in that way he did when he knew he was wrong but wasn't sure why.

Aside from his solemn expression, there was nothing in the way he acted with the children that might indicate anything was wrong between them.

The problem was how they were both reacting to the situation.

It was after midnight.

She dropped to her pillow, wondering if she was the only one who thought their exchange across the living room ended the quarrel.

The shed at Hugson's Siding was bare save for an old wooden bench, and did not look very inviting.

Next minute there was a roar and a sharp crash, and at her side Dorothy saw the ground open in a wide crack and then come together again.

There was a breath of danger in the very air, and every few moments the earth would shake violently.

His clothing fitted his form snugly and was gorgeously colored in brilliant shades of green, which varied as the sunbeams touched them but was not wholly influenced by the solar rays.

There was not an ugly person in all the throng.

Communicating feelings with Alex wasn't always easy.

At ten years old, Jonathan was almost as tall as she was.

What was she making him disappointed about?

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.

He intended it as a joke, but the memory it resurrected was painful.

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.

The household account he had set up for her was healthy and growing with the monthly deposits he made.

She was a veritable garden of indecision.

I think he felt included because he was helping as much as we were.

He was going to like the clothes she bought for the trip.

It wasn't something she would normally do - buying clothes specifically for a trip.

But this wasn't just any trip.

Besides, it was time to replace some of the things she'd been wearing since before they were married.

Alex was cordial to his father and formal to his sister.

If their meeting today was any indication, this visit was going to be interesting - if not uncomfortable.

The fact that there was nothing to protect her from was irrelevant.

That she doubted, but his tone was confident.

Señor Medena was watching Alex, but from the corner of her eye Carmen could see Alex was looking out the window.

It wasn't like him to be petty.

It simply wasn't like him to be rude like that.

It was impossible to know what was going on in Señor Medena's mind by observing his expression.

His chuckle was soft.

Maybe he was simply tired.

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 jet black hair was swept up gracefully into a plaited crown.

Alondra was attractive in a delicate way - her features more refined.

And yet, there was something about her that suggested she was in uncharted waters - maybe body language.

Alex introduced Jonathan and their welcome to him was equally warm.

He probably didn't realize that his hostility toward Señor Medena was being transferred to Jonathan as anxiety.

I think she was merely directing the comment at you because she thought you might want to know.

His brows lifted and his chuckle was deep and warm.

They swelled and blended smoothly - and that flat tummy was so masculine.

In fact, everything about him was masculine.

That pleased smile was on his lips again and his eyes held a glint of humor.

All the same, he was the one who broke the embrace.

The idea of making love in a strange bedroom was disturbing enough, but with only a door between them and the children, locked or not, it didn't feel right.

Tonight, when it was dark, she could pretend they were at home.

The man sitting at the other end of the table was introduced to them as Morino el capataz - their foreman, Morino.

The boy who sat beside him was his son.

Apparently the duo was considered part of the family.

He was being positively rude.

When Jonathan spoke, the distraction was welcome.

Carmen shot a glance at Alex, who was giving his meal undue attention.

There was no reason Alex shouldn't tell his father.

There was no way to defend her moral objections without seeding doubt in his mind.

Having a baby was something they should be excited about - talking about to others.

And yet, she was reluctant to say anything to church members - even family members.

And now she was even resenting Alex for telling his father.

Maybe he was thinking about Alexia, but that was still on their land, in the old house before it was renovated.

Or maybe he was thinking about their conversation last night.

Morino said this horse was gentle.

When they turned around, Alex was still on the horse.

The belt buckle that deflected the knife from his heart was now irritating the scar.

He did not act as if it was bothering him.

Alex said nothing, his stoic features giving no suggestion of what was on his mind.

Alex was watching her intently.

Jonathan was gazing up at Felipa with an adoring expression.

Christmas was only a few days away, and yet it didn't seem like Christmas.

Carmen was up first, showering and dressing before Alex woke.

It was almost as if he were shutting Felipa off before she could reveal something.

The shopping trip was exciting because it was so close to Christmas, but otherwise uneventful.

It was time to shove those old inhibitions out of their bedroom.

If she was invited, it was as a guest of Alex, so he would tell her when and if he decided to go.

I just thought it was because he was so good looking.

But if you could trust him this way and there was no electricity, would it still be love?

It was Alex who talked her into the IVF, but what did it matter?

She wasn't contributing money, but she was certainly contributing her share.

Whatever the case, it certainly wasn't worth arguing about.

His father was never able to get custody of him as a child.

Now he was exerting his authority in another way.

It was nice to hear English spoken without a Spanish accent.

Jonathan was sitting on his bed, watching TV in his pajamas.

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.

If this was what defined a vacation away from home, she'd just as soon stay at home.

She was still awake an hour later when Alex came through the door.

Oh, I was supposed to tell you about a party.

The boxes were heavy, so carrying two of them was too much weight to handle.

Jonathan was up early and ready to go, so Alex hurriedly showered and dressed.

Beautiful he was, but he also looked high spirited.

He wasn't going to buy it.

He was merely admiring it.

The architecture was fantastic, but not near as exciting as the ride on a ferry.

The weather was balmy, adding to the enjoyment of the day.

Pleasant as it was, they had to go back.

Was it possible that their accent was in large, contrived?

It was a good thing he found it so amusing.

The proper distance was maintained - and proper was the operative word.

Somehow talking to him was easy.

I guess the only thing he wanted more than that was a good woman and children.