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The black pearls and earrings had been a gift from her father. Or the real ones had been. Like the other rich women, Jenna had copies made. She would never risk losing the real black pearls her dad gave her on her twenty-first birthday. They were the ones passed on from his mother’s family. It cost her $8,500 to have the fake necklace and earrings made, and that was a decade before, and a mere fraction of their real worth. It would have cost more even then, except for her father’s connections in the business. She definitely got the friends and family discount and was grateful. The copy turned out better than she expected.

The pain of losing something not only valuable, but emotionally important, and made her even more determined to help protect the families who might lose their jewelry to a thief who only saw the items as a form of cash. Jewels made her father’s fortune and provided her with a good life, but he taught her they could mean more to people than wealth.

Chapter Twelve

As Jenna called for room service to collect her tray later, she realized she still had heard nothing from Brock. She thought he would check in at lunch since the big golf game should be over, and she now wondered what he was doing. His things were all still in the room, so at least she knew he hadn’t left.

She pushed her room service tray aside and got into the shower. Waiting was not something she did well, so she decided on some stretching and meditation time after her shower. Then she remembered she started her meditation practice after Dan left her five years before, and that sent her down an entirely new line of thought.

Five minutes into her yoga routine, the knock at the door interrupted Jenna’s downward-facing-dog. She opened the door a crack, thinking it would be room service to pick up her tray.

“Dan, what are you doing here?”

Dan pushed the door. “Just let me in, Jenna.”

“What are you doing? Brock could come back any minute. I have no idea what he is doing or where he is.”

“I don’t care anymore.” He forced his way inside and walked her backward toward the bed, gently pushing her down with one hand. He landed on top of her and pressed his lips on her neck as he rubbed his hands across her breasts. “God, I’d forgotten—almost.”

“Dan, what’s gotten into you? Get off me.” Jenna felt Dan freeze, and then he rolled off her.

He lay still with one arm across her, but saying nothing. He turned on his side and looked at her. “Do you really want me to stop, Jenna?”

Jenna looked into his dark-blue eyes, now looking almost black and only inches away. She remembered those eyes but didn’t answer.

He pushed himself up and stood over her. “Is it over? I need to know. I can take it, whatever you say, but I must know now. I can’t keep waiting on forgiveness that might never come.”

Jenna knew this was the point everything could change, but instead of panic, she felt only calm, as if she’d been waiting for this day. “Calm down, Dan. Better yet, resume your prior position here beside me, and take a breath.”

Dan did as he was asked and lay there, looking at the ceiling and saying nothing.

Jenna rolled over on top of him.

Dan moaned and buried his face in her hair, breathing her in. “Yeah, I remember your smell, the feel of your hair, and your skin. It’s like coming home.”

Jenna’s brain, conditioned for caution, wanted to protest that things were moving too fast, that she was afraid, worried, but her body had its own ideas.

Dan began to remove her yoga pants and T-shirt. “Say it now, Jenna, if you want me to go. But if I go, it will be for good this time. I can’t keep playing this game. Do I go? Tell me!”

She shook her head no, and before she knew what had happened, her clothes were on the floor, and he was naked and beside her. His fingers and mouth traced their way down her body from chin to toe, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. His touch got rougher and more demanding, and she felt her body come alive. His lips reached her breasts, making her gasp.

Jenna stopped thinking and gave in to her feelings, focusing on what her body was telling her. She moaned and closed her eyes, arching her body upward. His tongue teased her, his lips found her own, and she was lost. His hands traveled her body until she cried out for release. He entered her with an urgent thrust, and for a moment, he didn’t move. She wondered if he, too, was thinking about old times. She matched his need with her own as they rode that wave of desire and passion until they could contain it no longer. Jenna could tell he was holding back for her, and when her release came, she felt as if the years of desire had been awakened and satisfied all at once. She felt Dan shudder, and he lay so still for so long she started to worry. She pushed at his shoulder.

He rolled off with a groan. “Jenna, I, well, I’m sorry. I wish I could have lasted longer, but I couldn’t, even thinking about baseball, engine parts…nothing could delay me too long.”

“You need not have worried as it turned out. It seems that my body remembered what to do pretty quickly.”

“Thank the gods. At the risk of repeating myself, it was like coming home, but different.” He rolled over on his side and propped up on his elbow to look at her.”

She reached over and ran a hand through his hair. “As much as I have enjoyed this, Brock could arrive at any time. I’ve not heard from him at all, but I assume golf will be over soon if that is where he really is. But who knows.”

“At a time like this, you are thinking about Brock. Why are you worried about him? Isn’t it time he went back to where he’s from? Besides, if he finds us here together like this, it will help shorten the explanation, right?”

Jenna ran her fingers across his lips. “I’ll handle things with Brock. Don’t get involved, please.”

“Well, I am involved, and if he had walked in a minute ago, it would not have been pretty. You need to wrap things up with him, Jenna.”

“I know, but let me handle it my way. I have a plan, my own plan.”




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