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Chapter 1 to A Dangerous Love

Chapter 1 to A Dangerous Love

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Griffith Knighton has found the perfect way to avoid being trapped into marriage with one of the Earl of Swanlea’s daughters: he’ll swap identities with his man of affairs during their visit to Swan Park, and then he’ll be free to search for the hidden document that will prove his legitimacy. After all, Griff is not about to marry some homely spinster just to fulfill a bargain for what is rightfully his. But he didn’t reckon on the brazen voluptuous Rosalind, who could tempt even a saint into sinning—and God knows Griff is no saint.

Rosalind balks at the plan to marry her off to her father’s wealthy heir—and his man of affairs is even more intolerable! The arrogant oaf is clearly up to something with all his sneaking about Swan Park, but she can’t deny the heat when they’re together. He’s a bit dangerous and a lot mysterious. Dare she risk her heart on a man whose secrets could destroy her love?
Griffith Knighton has found the perfect way to avoid being trapped into marriage with one of the Earl of Swanlea’s daughters: he’ll swap identities with his man of affairs during their visit to Swan Park, and then he’ll be free to search for the hidden document that will prove his legitimacy. After all, Griff is not about to marry some homely spinster just to fulfill a bargain for what is rightfully his. But he didn’t reckon on the brazen voluptuous Rosalind, who could tempt even a saint into sinning—and God knows Griff is no saint.

Rosalind balks at the plan to marry her off to her father’s wealthy heir—and his man of affairs is even more intolerable! The arrogant oaf is clearly up to something with all his sneaking about Swan Park, but she can’t deny the heat when they’re together. He’s a bit dangerous and a lot mysterious. Dare she risk her heart on a man whose secrets could destroy her love?

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Page 5Chapter OneThunder growled a deep rumbling warning. Lisa pulled a curtain back to examinethe sky. Early May was still tornado season in northwest Arkansas, but thisstorm was forecasted to be only a flash flood threat. In the hilly city ofFayetteville, that was a threat during any heavy rain. Hopefully her familywould be in the restaurant now safe from any flooding on the highway.
She stared into the early darkness of a thick cloud cover. In those lastmoments when it was too late, she had decided to go with them. Dad was in ahurry to beat the storm, so she had said nothing as the car backed out of thedrive. Only Nick noticed her standing in the door. His bright smile with thetwo missing front teeth faded as he realized they were leaving without her. Hepressed his face against the window and managed a forlorn goodbye wave. It wasa moment that lay in her stomach like a week-long hunger, regardless of the factthat they had been gone only minutes. A long train whistle sounded severaltimes, adding to the dark mood of the evening.Lightning stabbed a single brilliant gnarled finger at the earth. A momentlater, veins of light threaded through dark low clouds. The first raindropslammed into the window so hard that she instinctively recoiled. Releasing thecurtain, she turned away from the window. A newspaper with Allens picture on
it lay opened on the coffee table. Two weeks was hardly long enough for themedia to forget the arrest of a prominent doctors son for selling drugs. She
folded the newspaper to shut the accusing eyes. In spite of what Allen thought,no incriminating words had crossed her lips. To an extent she had even been anaccomplice. Allens frequent exchange of books with other students might not
have been noticed by others, but for a person with journalistic ambitions, itwas intrigue. To her imaginative and inexperienced mind, it was obvious that hewas doing their homework. He was the Robin Hood of Literature, stealing fromthe education paid for by the rich and giving to the poor who lacked the skillsand resources to complete their homework. It was wrong, but somehow noble.Allen was good looking, popular and exciting at first. Even his ability to
find alcohol for a party was adventurous. Sure, they were minors, but if theywere old enough to sign up to fight in Iraq, they should be old enough to maketheir own choice about alcohol.Gradually the reality of his antics sank in. He wasnt doing it for anyone but
Allen. What was once noble morphed into irresponsible rebellion. The cleverjournalist shriveled into the recesses of her mind. Even so, she had neversuspected the truth the drugs. Two weeks before the arrest, she dissolved the
remainder of their relationship. Allen couldnt be rejected, so he belittled
her intelligence, the close relationship with her family and accused her ofcheating on him. Emotional hurt wasnt satisfying enough. His fist was aimed
at her stomach, but she managed to dodge and catch it on her rib cage. Even so,it left a large bruise and sore ribs for a few weeks.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. Uncomfortableabout riding in the car with him, she had offered to drive. He had enoughalcohol in his veins to believe he could drive, and too much pride to leave theparty in the passenger seat. There was no reasoning with him, so she accepted aride with her best friend, Connie. Howard had insisted on picking up his little
 
sister that night for safety reasons. It was uncanny the way he couldanticipate trouble.The minute Howard had arrived; Allen was in his face, accusing him of stealinghis girl. It was as ridiculous as it was embarrassing. Howard was a good tenyears older and had far more important things on his mind like his new
position as partner at the law firm. Arguing with Allen was futile, so shesimply hopped in the back seat and locked the door. Howard had to pull outslowly and gradually increase his speed before Allen let go of the car. Itwould have been humiliating if anyone had noticed, but no one seemed to pay muchattention probably because so many others were also drinking. Maybe friends
didnt let friends drive drunk, but how did they stop them when there were so
many?In the week before his arrest, her attention had shifted to her siblings, Nickand Angela. They spent hours together after school at the mall and the park.For a full week she enjoyed the benefits of being big sister. They would allget together and wash her old car, winding up in a gleeful water fight. Thatcar didnt look like much even when it was clean, but it was reliable.
Then came the arrest, and with it the fear of being questioned by the police.No one in her family ever questioned her innocence. They knew about the breakup and maybe they thought she knew about the drugs. Maybe they thought shenever knew. Whatever the case, their unquestioning loyalty was comforting.She sighed and wandered absently into the kitchen. Outside, the rain drummedwildly on the roof. Each boom of thunder was loud enough to rattle the windowpanes. Even the ambulance siren was hard to hear.An iced cake sat on the counter, decorating icing and tips beside it. Jarredfrom her thoughts, she began filling a tube with blue icing. Apparently timehad caught up with Mom before she could finish. It was like Mom not to ask forhelp. Lisa began with a rope border on the top. Lately she had been so wrappedup in her own problems that she had been a burden on her family. Mom alwayssaid lost time couldnt be replaced. You simply had to make better use of what
was left. Starting tonight, she would.She changed the tip and wrote Happy Birthday Dad! on the top of the cake.
After adding a bottom border, she changed to the red icing. Obviously Mrs.Anderson had something in mind and it wouldnt have been hearts or flowers. She
pondered a few minutes and then smiled. Of course, the little red truck Dad hadbeen drooling over. She carefully drew the outline of a truck around the wordson the top. On the sides of the cake, she drew the Toyota emblem, finishing upwith some scrolls.After cleaning up the counter, she opened the refrigerator. Food was more adistraction than a desire. She let the door shut without removing anything.Strange, it had never seemed lonely here before. A hollow empty feelingengulfed her, resurrecting Nicks face in the car window. She could almost hearhis voice calling Litha. A guilty conscience, no doubt. Still, that nagging
feeling in her stomach didnt go away. Maybe Nick and Angela would like to go
with her to visit the old place in the mountains after she graduated.Fayetteville was where her family had decided she would go to college close to
them and safe, but she longed for those layered mountain ranges where wildlifeabounded. This part of Arkansas had a mild climate, winter and summer. A fewweeks wouldnt mean the difference in paying for college, and she could use the
time to relax.
 
Back in the living room, she pointed the remote control at the television,jumping through a few channels before giving up. Leaning her head back, sheforced the soft chair into a reclining position. It was comfortable too
comfortable. She scrambled out of the chair. Sleep meant one thing
nightmares.She was stacking bowls on the table for ice cream and cake when lights turnedinto the drive. The vehicle turned hesitantly and she idly wondered if Dad wasletting Angela drive again. As she pulled out the flatware drawer, the doorbellrang. For a moment she stared at the door, her heart racing. Her first thoughtwas Allen. But of course, that wasnt possible. He was still in jail. She
crossed the living room and paused at the door, looking through the peep hole.Her heart skipped a beat and then began to pound in her ears. A police officer!So they did suspect her. She straightened her hair and collected her thoughtsbefore opening the door.For a moment they stared at each other. Len Quint without a smile was almostunrecognizable. How embarrassing it must be for him.Another figure emerged from the night to stand beside Len. Howard. So theywere going to question her. Two thoughts crossed her mind simultaneously. Shewas glad Howard was there and that her family wasnt. It would be so
disappointing for them.May we come in? Howard asked, his expression grim.
Certainly, she replied as if it were a social visit.
Instinctively her fingers affirmed her hair was in order for the mug shot. Theblue skirt and sweater were a little dressy for jail, but theyd no doubt give
her some fashionable stripes to wear anyway.Miss Anderson, Len began in a formal tone.
Oh for heavens sake, Len. Dont be so rigid. You have a job to do so spit it
out.
He looked startled for a moment, and then composed himself. Connie should be
here any minute. Well just wait for her.
Lisa frowned. Why involve Connie? She doesnt know anything.
Howard frowned. Its best you dont say anything right now.
She sat down obediently in the chair and crossed her legs. How have you been,
Len?
Len looked uncomfortable and glanced at Howard as if for support. This isnt a
social visit.
Lisa sighed. I know. So why wait for reinforcement?
Headlights flashed on the curtains briefly and a car door slammed. Quick stepscrossed the porch. Lisa started to get up but Howard motioned her to sit stillwhile he answered the door.What took you so long? His voice was sharp.

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