2 dozen red roses" Rosemary Hammond

To describe Sloan Sheridan as a womaniser was putting it fairly mildly. It was a regular part of Sarah's job as his secretarty to send two dozen red roses as a farewell to his numerous cast-off girl-friends. But there was no way Sarah was ever going to find herself on the receiving end of that kind of dismissal! She had always kept their relationship a firmly bosssecretary one - and anyway, after the way Derek had treaterd her she was not particularly looking out for any more involvements with men. So, as Sloan still believed her to be a married woman, it seemed prudent to let him go on thinking it.... CHAPTER I - How is the lion is still in play? Warren Langley blonde nodded toward the door, stopping in front of the table to Sarah. She smiled slightly. It was his custom never comment on his head with the other employees of the firm, even with the most graduates. However, Warren was an exception, because since he started working there a year ago or so and just out of law school, soon became the right arm Sloan

Sheridan. - He has a new client, Dr. Alvarez - Sarah said, while flipping through his notebook, filled with signs of shorthand. - You know how Sloan acts with them. Warren nodded. - I know very well! And not only with customers. - It's part of its strategy to work. At the first sight of, he makes it clear who's boss, and in the end, all come to rely on it blindly. That always works. The boy's blue eyes fixed upon it, demonstrating some indecision. - I know, but does he have to be so ... so intransigent? - Probably yes - it was the cool response. Then Sarah adjusted her glasses, which used to enhance the appearance of your desk, and turned to the typewriter. Warren, however, did not depart from there. Instead, he began playing with the stapler, which was on the table, and insisted on the subject. - How long have you worked for Sloan? Retaining the air sheet of paper that was put on the machine, Sarah thought for a moment on the question. Her hair color of honey, in a bun at the height of the neck, had golden locks, due to the sun rays that penetrate the window. - In January, complete five years. - Do you work for him? Sarah looked up green for the young lawyer, looking at him annoyed. During all those years, had worked hard to create an image impersonal and distant in the office and in his

view, the question of Warren was in very discreet. Seeing him embarrassed by his reaction, he felt calmer. - Why the interrogation? - Asked, smiling, and involuntarily compared his colleague with the boss. Warren, despite his twenty-eight years, sometimes showed a certain insecurity about the simplest situation. The Sloan Sheridan, it was hard to imagine him intimidated front of anybody.Much less a mere front desk! Mera desk, yes. However, Sloan relied entirely on his work, which gave him a prominent position in the firm. The respect that other lawyers devoted to his boss, in a sense, extended to her. - Still not answered my question, Sarah. Would you like to work for him? - Yes, I love. It was a simple answer. Sarah knew that many explanations often led to misinterpretation and, moreover, had decided that boss and work were not topics of conversation among colleagues.How could I confess, without causing any comments that working for Sloan Sheridan, a lawyer's most famous and successful San Francisco, brought much color to your life that becomes the focal point of your existence? - That's what I thought - said Warren. - But it is still funny. - Funny why? - Sarah would like it to go away. I had to type the notes of the Alvarez case before the end of the day, and did not doubt that, after the noisy interview that was happening in the next room, Sloan soon call for dictation. - What do you like to work for Sloan, of course, Sarah. However, I have the impression that does not like it

as a person. Sarah disguised his surprise with a cold stare and a gruff voice. - Well you're wrong. I do not like nor dislike him. So began his work, mad at herself for talking too much. In the future, it would take more care. In turn, Warren was embarrassed again. - Sorry, did not want to offend her. I know this is not my account. - Okay, Warren - she replied already calmer. - I do not like to mix work with my personal feelings. Everyone seemed to feel intrigued by the relationship that existed between the cool and charming Sarah Kincaid Sloan Sheridan. Over time, she learned to discard inappropriate questions with answers and quick dry. No doubt, made a slide because it is already tired of their method of action. Right now, the room door Sloan opened sharply. When the tall, dark man emerged, Sarah seemed suddenly shy with his presence so strong. That ruled out imposing any place that appeared in the office, a restaurant, a court of law. Sloan was a personality. Her black eyes, sharp and intelligent, seemed to miss nothing of view.Your physical mus vehicles carried a force and vitality unforgettable, and the floor and decided that radiated confidence announced a person to face any, type of situation. Black eyes Filarami the blond boy, still leaning on the desk of Sarah, and this gesture was enough for an expression of fear reflected in the face of Warren. Observing the scene, it takes a good laugh. It contained, however, before the harsh

tone of Sloan - You do not have anything better to do, Langley, than hate my desk? It needs work. Warren mumbled something about it to clarify a point about a law. - Go find the answer yourself. Is paid for it - Sloan cried and turned to Sarah. - Kincaid, already typed those notes that I asked about Alvarez? While Warren left crestfallen, Sarah picked up the stack of paper ready and handed them to the head. He looked quick mind each one of them, keeping the same serious attitude. - I need the rest ready for today, so do not waste time! - Yes, Mr. Sheridan - she murmured, as he turned the page of the block of shorthand. - What did you say? - The voice was threatening. Sarah looked at him his face totally expressionless. - I said yes, Mr. Sheridan - repeated louder. He mumbled something else, went to his room and shut the door behind him. Only then Sarah sighed quietly and began to hit the leaves were missing, mechanically. While there, he remembered the question of Warren. Do we really enjoyed Sloan as a person?Provided your desk, trying to serve you with dedication, meet your requirements sometimes misplaced, calmed their anger and occasional supported so effectively, he knew he had become very valuable to him almost indispensable. Oh, not as indispensable as he thought, ironically, memorizing endless line of beautiful women he had seen him involved during those five years. Despite his arrogant

attitude, not missing women willing to fight for his affection for his company. Sarah herself had to deal with some of them. Often come to hear the scenes camera could not hide, or whining complaints by phone, or even witnessed tears of candidates rejected. At that moment, Sarah realized he had hit the same sentence three times! Cursing Sloan Sheridan, crumpled the page and tried to wear him out of his thoughts. I could not lose his concentration, as his boss would not tolerate inefficiency. Would be fired if allowed to inattention snagged his work. By mid-afternoon, as expected, Sloan called it in his room, to dictate the report on the morning interview with Dr. Alvarez. Sarah waited with great patience, that he revise the notes he had made during the conversation with your customer. For the amount of leaves, could have inferred that a late time-consuming.Half a page of notes meant, at least one full page typed. - I hate it, Mrs. Kincaid? Black eyes dwelt upon it, so cold. - Absolutely, Mr. Sheridan - said, with professional courtesy. Sarah stood there, watching him, delighted with his cape town concentration. The minutes passed. From time to time, looked at the view out the window, always alert, however, the slightest sign that he was ready to begin dictating. The day was gray and cold of early December. Christmas is coming soon and she needed to think the list of gifts that

would have to buy. His sister, Robert, the brother, and little Billy, three years, would come from Santa Barbara to spend the holiday season with her. It would be great to see her nephew again. In this, the sound of the papers and the light of revolving chair ranger interrupted his thoughts.Then he turned to the head and found him with his head bowed, hands in the back doing light massage, eyes half closed. Despite looking tired, her beauty still showed the characteristic features of the face. Suddenly, Sloan raised his head and opened his eyes. Cursed Warren Langley and his indiscreet questions! Sarah blamed the boy for having been caught watching the beautiful face of his boss. Blushed, looking to get a vaguely ironic. - Ready, Kincaid? She agreed with a slight shaking of the head and straightened in his chair, to start its function. Sloan Sheridan dictated clearly, his voice low understandable, the reasoning and concatenated, without deviations or prolonged pauses too. For his part, Sarah tried to follow him closely, because he did not forgive her for even a single sentence lost. The case was interesting. Dr. Alvarez, a doctor from middle-aged, highly respected, which had a pediatric clinic in Marin County, was accused by a patient of fourteen and his mother, practicing immoral acts with the girl during a consultation. This accusation, if proved, would mean the end of his professional practice.

While Sloan dictation, she instinctively began to see the line of defense he would use in the case. Would have to find a way to prove to the jury that the teenager had brought the doctor and had been rejected by him, hence the reason for the accusation. The chances of the doctor would be minimal, Sarah reflected, while the pencil raced across the paper. However, if there were any lawyer can prove the innocence of Dr. Alvarez that lawyer was Sloan. It depends on the girl's appearance and especially the mother, whom he seemed to be focusing their attention. Sarah was curious to know what was his plan. In an attempt to take dictation without fail, concentrated so much that just realized that someone had entered the room when he heard a slight hit. Turned and came upon a beautiful brunette, leaning on the door. Wore a luxurious mink coat open, revealing a perfect shape, marked by a dress of wool worm him. The black eyes stared at the woman sensually man sitting behind the desk and opened her red lips into a smile-provoking. - Hope I'm not stopping, dear - the voice was low and seductive. Sarah, however, after having recovered from the surprise, he noticed a certain insecurity in women. He leaned back in his chair and waited what would happen. The first words of the new arrival, Sloan raised his head, revealing in their eyes a certain impatience. Sarah had seen that look many times to doubt that his boss was furious at the interruption.

- Leonie. . . what are you doing here? - His voice sounded harsh and cutting. The woman shuddered, but soon recovered his balance and stepped toward the table. - You have an appointment for dinner tonight - said, smiling. - Do not tell me you forgot! - Do not forget, no. But this does not answer my question. What are you doing here? Sarah saw him sit back and tension give way to an attitude of rejection and contempt. He felt sorry for the poor Leonie. It was better to receive all of Sloan's wrath to be so coldly rejected. - Men are nearly five hours! - Leonie muttered. Sarah was sure there would be a scene soon and the only thing he wanted at that moment was escape. He take care of their abandoned women, concluded, irritated. In seconds, Leonie burst into tears and, after a tiring day, was in no mood to comfort anyone. At that moment, as if he could read his mind, Sloan said: - It's all for now, Kincaid. Type what I just dictate this evening. I need the notes tomorrow at eight. Sarah wanted to shoot the block in the face of his boss, managed to, however, to imagine the result of his bold gesture. I had no choice but to obey. With his head held high, walked to the door, passing by Leonie scared and feeling the smell of her perfume expensive and sophisticated. He was examined and immediately noticed that the woman did not consider a threat. Also, this was not his intention. Whole sea

contrasting with the immaculate white blouse, coke severe, the glasses and the complete absence dc painting gave him a discreet appearance, as befitted a desk. However, deep down, was shaken. After all, no woman likes to consider that other unfeminine and unattractive. Once you reached your room and shut the door of communication, a gesture that actually resulted useless. Just heard the discussion between getting a shrill voice and tearful, the other thick and firm. - You know very well my opinion as to come to my office, Leonie. Sarah clenched his jaw. - Fellow boring! - Cursed softly as he sat in front of your machine. - You know very well that it's high time I left and I want to go home. Already dark, and a drizzling rain fell intermittently. The worst is that, since it brought no cover or umbrella, moreover, would be all wet. He continued to work furiously, do not even caring if it made mistakes or not, re crying the problem meant that the generally sexist and arrogant lawyers in particular. Suddenly, the room door burst open Sloan and one in consolable Leonie appeared. He held a cambric handkerchief in his mouth and sobbed uncontrollably. The black ink of mascara running down her face broken. He looked stunned for Sarah, opened his mouth as if to say something, changed his mind and went out into the hallway, barely balancing on high heels. However, after the air of contempt that Leonie sent it,

Sarah did not feel any sympathy for her.On the other hand, if not to worry about your job, probably spend the night there, typing without stopping. He tried to concentrate on what he did, however, moments later, he realized that Sloan, still sitting at your desk, watching her through the open door. "What does he want now?" he asked himself, exasperated. Stared at him steadily, and stunned, he saw that he was. . . laughing! - You can go home now, Kincaid - he said, seeming amused by their reaction surprised her. In response, she pointed to the notebook. - I thought I needed this for eight in the morning. - His voice was muffled because of the effort to keep the Autocon trolley. Sloan laughed, got up, gave a good stretch. Then he walked to the door with a humorous expression on his face. - It was a ruse. We could also call defensive maneuver. I wanted you to stay here to give me protection. I had a feeling that Leonie would appear. - I do not think you need protection - said Sarah, angry, and Sloan, without giving attention turned to the window. - It's raining. - I know, Mr. Sheridan. - It's late. You missed your train. Sarah nodded and began to set the table. - There is another train in half an hour. - I'll take you home. Where do you live? This time, her surprise was increased. The moment their

eyes met, she noticed that a vast silence reigned in the building. No phones ringing, no machine work, no voice. Only two, there alone. - No need to bother. I do not want to cause trans lathes. - Do not argue with me, Kincaid - he exclaimed sharply. Why women are so fond of discussing? Now, tell me where you live. It was Sarah's turn to laugh. It was typical of him and the relationship between them that while working so closely for five years, he did not know where she lived. - I live in Berkeley, near the university campus. As soon as he heard the answer, Sloan took the raincoat, turned off the light of his room and walked to the secretary's desk. - Come on, Kincaid. My car is parked here in front. You will need a cover. - I did not bring the cover and umbrella. He made an expression of doubt and then smiled. - I can not believe it! Efficient Mrs. Kincaid out without a raincoat! What will become of this world? - The time was tight this morning, Mr. Sheridan. - Yes, but I've noticed that you're always ready for any emergency. Incidentally, I learned to rely on this quality. Sarah hardly believe what he heard. Compared to everything you said, during the time they worked together, it could really be considered a compliment. The generous wage increases twice a year and a hearty Christmas bonus were signs that he was satisfied with his work, and that was enough. However, that vague compliment made her feel

proud, finally set aside all his anger. While following his boss down the hall, saw him hold up a minute to the usual recommendation: - Oh by the way, do not forget to send to Leonie. . . - I know, two dozen red carnations. He laughed. - See what I mean? You're always prepared for any emergency! Sarah waited under the awning of the entrance of the building that he would get the car.Shivering with cold, began to plan its first task the next day send carnations to Leonie. Had done this several times. Sloan tried to keep his personal life completely separate from the professional, however, as he hated to shop, there is much that you spent this task. Since neither was more worried about saying the words that would go on the card and, much less writing them, because Sarah had learned to imitate his lyrics with perfection. Cards, infallibly, carried the same message: "Little Shop, no sorrow. While waiting, listening to the rain fall and cars passing on the wet asphalt, felt curious to know how they reacted to those women, when given as short words of the man they loved. But will any of them really loved? Sloan line an attractive physique, was unmarried at thirty-six years and was at the height of his career. Moreover, it was very rich, as well as proof of his income tax declaration, which she took care of annual mind. For their services, charging high rates and then made great investments. As if that were not enough,

still belonged to an ancient family of California's great fortune. It was certainly a good party. With the Mind for Leonie and her roses, Sarah found for the first time that all women Sloan were the same type. Aristocratic, tall, refined in manner of dress, though somewhat artificial. And curiously, all brunettes. In this, he passed his hand for her honey-colored hair, a little wet and ruffled by the rain, and concluded that it was exactly the opposite of the kind of woman who liked Sloan. This, somehow, it was a relief because he avoided the danger of some involvement with it. In fact, until that moment, good or bad, had managed to remain immune, at least in appearance, the charm of his boss. Life with Derek, though painful, had taught him many things. The magnetism of her husband was almost as devastating as that of Sloan and, during her brief marriage, came to know the bitterness of flying close to a flame at the same time overwhelming and unattainable. He interrupted his thoughts when he saw the Mercedes and elegant dark Sloan stop in front.The boy opened the door, leaning on the seat with an anxious expression on his face dark. - Hurry, Kincaid. Here is the bus stop. Immediately, she entered the car and before he had time to settle, he found himself driven to the middle of traffic. Sloan guided with skill and safety. Sarah was pleased to note that, unlike Derek, he did not seek to assert themselves as the man behind the wheel of a car. - Let's stop and eat anything from the other side of the

bridge - he warned, as they climbed the slope of the Bay Bridge, connecting Oakland to San Francisco. Attitude and typical of him, thought Sarah, resigned. No question asking whether she was hungry, had no date for that night, or even if you like to dine with him. Nothing but a warning.Her silence was worth as a positive response to Sloan. Sarah looked at the lights of the city, a source of pride for the inhabitants of the Bay Anea and smiled. Then he leaned back better for enjoying the journey. Never imagined that it would expedite the ado feeling of a car soft and quiet on a rainy night, enjoying a bay dotted with boats. Standing In Kenya Restaurants in Oakland, made a quick meal. During dinner, the conversation between them revolved around professional matters, especially the Alvarez case.Although there were candles on the table, soft music and a fireplace Aconchi gante composing a special environment, Sloan tion had with her concerning the same attitude that was usually in the office. Sarah, however, enjoyed the dinner. Once finished eating, Sloan lha lit a cigarette, called cognac, leaned her head on the padded seat and closed his eyes for a moment. The lines of his face were more visible than usual, giving the impression that he was worried. In that atmosphere, Sarah felt closer to him, more at ease. - You look tired - said, in solidarity. It was the first first time I did a personal observation, but immediately regretted mind. Sloan opened his eyes and looked at her angrily. - Know that I never get tired. She wanted to laugh, but restrained himself.

- Of course not. Sorry. - Okay. Now, as should be anxious to get home, perhaps we'd better go. After all, today is Friday. - He paid the bill and stood up with determination. - Your husband should be concerned about your delay. Sarah was about to remind her that her husband had not, however, preferred to remain silent.After all, he knew very well that Derek had died shortly after she started working in the office.The case was that he was not interested in remembering this fact. Another of the rules Sloan Sheridan concerned the hiring of secretaries tion just married.Apparently, he had pro problems in the past, with some single employee, and I did not want anything to disturb their work, had imposed such conditions tion, to select someone as a staff member directly. Of course, Sarah was not at fault for having become a widow, after the firm admitted. Moreover, the problem was his boss, would prefer to ignore the status of it. As long as it does not undermine the job! He loved his job, which met, as nothing, the emptiness of his life. After the bitter experience with Derek, had taken the reso lution to never trust another man. He tried to act and dress in the least provocative way possible and had been so accustomed to the image he projected off in the office who actually came to believe that discretion was a stroke in March sing of his personality. Sloan left it in front of his beautiful home, overlooking the lawns of the Berkeley campus. The rain had stopped and

the moon appeared timid in the sky. Before closing the gate, turned to him ceremoniously: - Thank you for the ride. And also for dinner. - Not at all - it was the dry response. Sarah walked in the garden, opened the front door and has accentuated the porch light. Then nodded slightly and waited for him to leave. Were only eight hours. It would take a bath and watch a little television before going to bed. In his room, stood before the large mirror closet door, studying, depressed, the picture faded and dull had become. He was twenty-six years, and appearance of a much older woman!Bitterly repented of having gone to Sloan dinner that night, having allowed him to take her home.Silence and solitude were now almost unbearable, after the company in the restaurant and the car. "I need to be careful, if I start to prefer the company of a man like Sloan Sheridan to solitude! Reckoning girl is per Dendo common sense!", It was stressed. He took off his glasses useless, let their hair and undressed in front of the mirror. Bra and panties, with silky golden hair falling over her shoulders, saw another image, the estimated mutants at least. I knew it was a beautiful woman: tall and slender, greenish-brown eyes expressive, smooth skin and perfect. Undoubtedly be much more attractive than Leonie, if I used those expensive clothes and sophisticated. But in return, thought discouraged, lose the employer go. Had taken a decision, and would keep it at any cost. Involvements only brought complications. His

depressed spent and enjoyed the life as it was. Loosely Sloan Sheridan blamed the moment of weakness. If he had not obligated to stay late just to help you get rid of that woman zinha foolish if he had not insisted on bringing her home. If he had not invited for dinner. Suddenly, he laughed and ran to the bathroom. Oh, if Sheridan Sloan can imagine what went on in the mind of your desk dull! CHAPTER II

On Monday, Sarah sent roses and a card Leonie, wondering who would be next on the list.During the week, after work, finished their Christmas shopping, facing crowded stores and bitter cold of winter nights. On the weekend before Christmas, went to her parents' house in the neighborhood of Piedmont in Oakland, which had a superb view of San Francisco Bay, the City and the cities around them. There was a dinner prepared to celebrate the arrival of Margaret and Billy. Robert should arrive the next day. - So, Sadie - his father asked, sipping coffee - as you work? - Wow, Daddy! I arrange each name! You insist on calling me and Sadie Sloan Kincaid's! The father of Sarah, a tall and imposing, white-haired cos, winked and smiled. - But, darling, I always called you Sadie!

- I know, and I feel like a waitress! - Why Mr. Sheridan Kincaid calls you? - Asked the mother. - He does not know who went back to using her maiden name after Derek died? Sarah looked at her, very seriously. - Mr. Sheridan is the very embodiment of law. He did not noted the death of Derek. Also, do not want people in office to discover that I am the daughter of John Tennant, the director's famous School of Law in this region. His father frowned. - Why, Sadie? Are you ashamed of me? Sarah smiled at him with affection and respect. As director of the Law School, his father was a very important figure in forensics in the region, and she did not want his colleagues to treat differently just because of that. - Of course not, Dad. You do not want to accuse me of exploiting the prestige. Especially Sloan. - How will the bogeyman? - He asked, laughing. As Sloan Sheridan was one of his brightest students, followed with great interest your successful career. Sarah grimaced. - The same as always. Sloan Sheridan never changes. - All the times you say it as if it were a natural phenomenon and not a man - her mother said, smiling. - From time to time, is what he seems - has Sarah. - The impression he gives is a person to be unbearable Margaret intervened, half horrified. Sarah looked furtively at her sister. Since his arrival, Margaret seemed depressed. It was usually the most lively

of the two, with their gorgeous red hair and big green eyes, Sarah had always been more shy. - Oh, no, Margaret - she protested. - Sloan is a great lawyer, a man of great character. But, in contrast, requires that when things go his way. - Like most men - Margaret completed with a slight bitterness in his voice. - Hey, I do not accept it! - I am not referring to you, Dad. Sarah was suspicious that something tormented Margareth. Later, talking to seek his sister. - He is married? - Who? Sloan? Oh, no, Mom. I think the woman to tame him is yet to appear. Why that question? Mother flushed. - Nothing, dear, I was just thinking. It turns out that Derek had died four years ago and you are a beautiful girl. Sarah was unable to hold on and laughed. - Oh, Mama, you do not know what you are saying! Sloan me lay off the instant I realized that I have no husband, and soon even if I consider him a potential ma laughed. The mother looked at her without understanding. - Are you saying that he does not know the death of Derek? - Knowing he knows. Can not fail to know. After all, was in every newspaper, and I'm sure that the fall of Derek's car on the precipice was the main subject of the office for several days. Sarah did not like to remember the headlines. "Known Financier killed in accident" was one of them. Then, the

article explained, albeit in veiled language, that Derek Kincaid was drunk and in company of his last lover. - But then ... - The mother stammered, and Sarah immediately began to explain: - He just does not want to admit that his secretary is not married. This is another of his rules. The mother looked at her puzzled. - Well, dear, I still say you are a girl especially beautiful, and he seems very acceptable. "I am especially beautiful and it as acceptable as typhoid fever," Sarah thought, however, deliberately avoided mentioning that did everything to seem insignificant in the workplace. His mother could never understand. Happily married for thirty years, was beyond his understanding that the marriage was not the eternal golden dream of every woman. However, outside the office, abandoned that Sarah sternly. Preferred simple clothes, and more feminine, vibrant colors and comfortable fabric. Fired fed up with the hair, removed his glasses and wore a light painting, but she valued greenish eyes and mouth well done. At that time, proceeded to take the conversation to another side, and moments later, everyone had already forgotten Sloan Sheridan. After dinner, while Margaret unpacked his bags and put Billy in bed, Sarah helped her mother clean the kitchen. Then the parents sat by the fire to his usual game of backgammon and she went to sister's old room. He knocked lightly on the door and waited.

- Between - the voice of Margaret left unchanged. Sarah entered. The room was in darkness, but light coming from the hall was enough for her to see her sister sitting on the edge of the bed, with his shoulders hunched. He hesitated, not knowing if it should leave it alone or not. Margaret had always been proud and confident, very confident about the direction we wanted to give his life. Might not like his interference. - Sorry to bother you. If you want, then we can relate with. Margaret turned and saw Sarah, shocked, that she had been crying. - No, I want to stay. I need to talk to someone. Even if you wanted to come - she said, lighting the lamp beside the bed. They stayed for a long time in silence. Then Mar gareth rose from bed and went to the window.He opened the curtain and was contemplating the dark night. - I separate myself from Robert - said at last. Sarah took a big scare. - But why? - Asked, astonished. Margaret turned around, his handsome face betrayed sufferings to his lips and outlined a bitter smile. - Conte, Sarah, what you felt when you first discovered that Derek was unfaithful to him? Sarah's eyes filled with tears, tears of pity and also the sister of itself, because that conversation evoked painful memories. - I felt. . . betrayed the only woman in the world. Oh, Margaret, I'm so sad! I can hardly believe that Robert has

done this. The sister's husband eia man a solid, stable, respected, a famous doctor in Santa Barbara, who took very seriously their responsibilities and also his career. - I do not want to pity me, Sarah. I only want to help me figure out what to do. You, what did? - Well. . think. . . The first thing is to make sure not to be mistaken. In my case, it was impossible to be in doubt. I caught them in bed. He closed his eyes and clearly recomposed the scene of Derek gave Treaty on the bed of her room, the blonde girl cuddled him, both naked under the sheet. Margaret began to walk around the room, so immersed in their pain, that could not noticing how the conversation was the fazen Sarah suffer too. - It is clear that Robert is very careful not to get caught like that. - So how do you know? How can you be so sure? - I know that Robert has been with someone, a widow full of problems, one of his patients. He assured me that it is only supporting it, but I know the signs. Are hiding something from me, and that I will not take it! - He looked at Sarah, with fists clenched and her green eyes flashing. - I will not even! Sarah looked at Margaret. Where had felt dominated by her older sister, taken with the star of the family, whose beauty attracted countless admirers. In comparison, Sarah was one of serene beauty, less extroverted, and because of his natural shyness, I would sit sideways, when the sister

appeared. "However, now we are adults," he mused quietly, watching Margaret behave like a teenager.Then he explained his opinion with firmness; - I think you're exaggerating, Robert is a great pes sounds, a wonderful husband, a responsible parent. You have to think of Billy. Do not jump to conclusions so hastily, without evidence. I'm sure you will regret if the leave now, without even giving him the opportunity to explain. - And you? Gave Derek the chance to explain, by any chance? However, you left! - Our situations are completely different. Derek and I had no children. We were married a few months ago, and he was drinking too much. Some time later, I discovered that this was not the first betrayal, and that he never intended to be faithful. In this, Margaret burst into tears and threw herself on the bed. Sarah sat down beside her, stroking the silky red hair. Gradually his sobs diminished, until termination of ram, completely.However, Sarah was still there for a long time. - Do you still love Robert, no? - Asked calmly. Margaret moved nodded. - If so, talk to him.While it is true what you imagine, you can donate per you a slip, can not? - I do not know why! - Margaret responded again nervous. - Because of Billy. Because of the life they built in June tos. And because you love him. - You also loved Derek. - No. I now know that did not love him. She was fascinated

by it, that is. Undoubtedly, Derek was a handsome man, had a strong personal magnetism. But it was not love. If Derek and I both feel what you feel and Robert, there would be no force in the world to make me give it up. At night, while driving back home, Sarah thought the conversation he had with his sister. Hoped that something of what he had said could help her. On the other hand, understood the reaction of Margaret. The betrayal of a loved one is always a very painful blow. Reviewing the past, came to the wonder that they survived so well to the traumatic experience she had suffered with Derek. He had just turned twenty-one years old when they married, was completely drawn to that tall, dark man who only married her now well understood, because it was the only way to take her to bed. When the left, six months after the wedding, due to the constant betrayals, neither has filed for divorce. The fact of staying married was a protection for both, for her, because he had sworn never to fall on an identical, for Derek, because he could have his many cases without the risk of having to marry again. That night, Sarah turned and rolled in bed, unable to sleep. A conversation with Margaret touched on old memories. I knew I had a lot of positive thing in your life, a good job, freedom to do whatever it wanted, a beautiful house, a family, some good friends. How Derek's legal widow, had inherited a comfortable home where he lived and was the beneficiary of a life

insurance policy. Money not received much, because Derek had expensive habits and spent too much with women. But still, he had left in a reasonable financial position. Finally, after terrible moments of tension, Sarah was able to calm down. If the mind had swept her unhappy marriage once, why could not do it again? In fact, it could not be considered a marriage. He closed his eyes and fell asleep. On Friday next, the whole office was busy. It was the Christmas party. Sarah never appreciated the kind of collective celebration, when the record was ended at noon and drink flowed freely, causing many people to act so stupid and thoughtless. On these occasions, she was willing to stay only briefly. I did not want to interpret their absence as esnobao. The food, served by one of the most famous restaurants in San Francisco, was always first, and she used to take a single drink, lunch with the group of secretaries older and out around three o'clock. This time, however, younger lawyers had convinced the organizers of the party to strive for providing music for dancing. One of the halls were empty, duly ornamented and covered with a stereo. After taking your drink and taste the delicious food, Sarah took refuge in a corner, with the executive secretary of one of the firm's partners, enjoying the dance. From now on, everyone would drink non-stop and the party could last until midnight. He intended to retire soon from the place without being noticed.

He turned to his wife at his side, a prim spinster, with gray hair and sour air, called Violla Manners, and he thought he had Sarah in a critical ally in the joy prevails. - It seems that everyone is having fun, Violla. - What most preposterous notion that dancing! What will they invent next? Nor do I imagine! - After the comment, pointed to a couple dancing and clasped, apparently regardless of the pace that played at this time. - It's what comes from hiring lawyers! Sarah smiled. The sound of music, plus the noise of voices was deafening. The room, filled with people, had a vibrant atmosphere. - Do not think the decor is very pretty? - Asked in an attempt to dissuade the woman of his Puritan revolt. - The girls worked late yesterday and today the whole morning for it to be ready. Violla shook his head, relentless. - Look at those girls! This is way to behave? After all, this mess here is still an office! Even if there is a Christmas party! Sarah looked closely the people around you, all the women present, from the youngest to the elderly Mrs. Carruthers, were dressed in bright and clear. Examined Violla Manners, rigid dress in brown wool, and then his own set of gray cashmere. His only concession was put in his lapel a sprig of artificial flowers. Suddenly I had the exact idea of how the other saw and felt terribly bad. Two Headed, played for the moths, placed in hideous clothes, looking with an air of disapproval and

resentment people have fun. Horrified, she felt a mad impulse to go to the middle of the room get to dance the first man who appeared before him. Soon, however, regained his balance. I had to go away. The situation was becoming embarrassing others. The music seemed louder and louder, the voices of the busiest, most uninhibited dancers and, moreover, someone turn off the lights stronger, leaving the room a slight shadow. Mumbled something to Violla, rose to escape and almost collided with Warren Langley. There was a broad smile on her face the boy, holding a cup in each hand. - For you - he said depositing one of the glasses in her hand. Sarah was so surprised that instinctively accepted the drink. - Merry Christmas! - He shouted after kissing her friendly face. She did not think to be offended by this sudden intimacy, Warren was smiling so happy, that did not dare complain. After all, he thought, we are at Christmas. She smiled at him. - It is much better. A few moments ago, I was afraid that you and Manners would undertake a crusade to settle with our little party. Sarah was literally shocked. Have a respectable image and was a distant thing, however, be considered an ally of uncompromising Violla was quite another. Then he cast a look of challenge for Warren, through his glasses, and swallowed all drink at once. He could barely contain his astonishment.

- How wonderful, girl! Now let's dance. If it were prudent, Sarah would have gone at that very mo ment. However, I wanted to stay, wanted to have some fun. All were so euphoric that did not even notice it. A dance, just one, before going home. - OK - agreed, and soon was conducted to the middle of the room, in the arms of Warren. When the music ended, he smiled at his partner and began to walk away, telling herself that it was time to go. Warren, however, imprisoned her in his arms. - Listen, now I have to go - she said, trying to break free. His blue eyes shining, looking with interest, that beautiful face and so close. - You do not need it to dance - he took off his glasses Sarah and put them in his jacket pocket.In this, it collided with the coke, causing some locks of golden hair coming loose. It was obvious that Warren had drunk too much and, for its part, the last thing he wanted was to cause a scene that attracted the attention of the people there. What to do? Alarmed, he sought to probe the environment around and came across the words hard and sour Violla. If you insist on leaving, would again be identified with the old desk and if stay, could damage its image of a woman seriously. She felt a heat wave. In the stuffy air of the room, Warren was becoming increasingly inappropriate. - I can not stand the heat that is here. Actually, I have to go. To his surprise, he dropped it immediately. However, when you turn your back on leave, was making new panic. In a

quick gesture, he simply took off his coat. - Ready! Now he is feeling better, Sarah? It was too daring! Angry, Sarah pushed it with determination, to suspect that he intended to hold her. - Stop it, Warren! Leave me alone! Otherwise, make a scandal so great that you will not dare show up here next week! Stunned, he retreated a few steps. - I was only wanting you to have some fun. - Well, I had fun. Now if you'll excuse me, I go home. His eyes narrowed, his face flushed violently. - Sorry. For a moment I forgot that I was dealing with a refrigerator and not with a woman. So although offended, ingratiatingly leaned toward Sarah. Confronted with the threat of an unwanted kiss, she raised her hand and before she could slap him, lost his balance and spun.Surely it would have gone to ground, if that moment did not appear a strong and solid chest to support her. - I told you before, Langley, to leave my desk alone! - The voice of Sloan Sheridan was harsh and biting. Then, Sloan took Sarah in his arms and danced, and began to lead her toward the door. She shuddered. During those years he worked at the firm, his boss even lay a finger on it, let alone hold it like that so disturbing. The firm thighs rubbed it in his, rough wool jacket scratched her face and strong arms kept her glued to it. - Do not stay out of trouble even for five minutes, Mrs. Kincaid?

She raised her head to protest and swear innocence but the icy stare he received caused him to shut up. Continued dancing down a corridor, until they reached an empty room, where the music was no longer heard. Sarah Sloan pushed in and closed the door. Then he grabbed her by the shoulders, dark eyes flashing, his face serious, and shook her angrily. - Look at you! - Examined it from top to bottom. - Tousled hair, glasses and lost, what is worse, is semi-naked! Sarah, who has recovered from the shock, was furious. - Semi-naked? - Cried. - Do not be ridiculous! The only part I took was the jacket! Has been argued with conviction, but glancing at her blouse, he saw that was half unbuttoned, exposing the firm bust, the bra-income barely concealed; Eager to get rid of Warren, the incident happened! Blushed heavily disguised tab, and tried to get rid of the arms of Sloan. It was useless. He held her tighter. No one called him ridiculous unpunished mind, much less a simple desk! "There," he thought, fatalistic, "There goes my job": However, faced look that threatening. - I do not know what gives you the right to criticize me this way. I'm out of hours and do what I want. Now let me go. You are hurting me! To his surprise, he dropped it quickly. The irritation seemed to be gone, giving way to a strange expression on his face. Sloan declined a little, supported the body on the edge of a table and folded his arms, examining it carefully. - Well, well! - He said, good-humored. - The cold and

unyielding Mrs. Kincaid finally showed his claws. I never expected such a reaction! - You brought me! - Free of his hands, she could button her blouse and fix hair. That done, it looked very serious. He even laughed, and the situation seemed so absurd, that she ended up laughing too. In this, their eyes met. Sarah noticed that the air of mockery that beautiful face had turned into something very intense. Slowly, Sloan was walking toward her, giving her a strange feeling of danger. Nothing that could be compared to what Warren Langley caused him with his harassment. For those seconds of Sarah expectations were endless. Until relieved, Sloan saw suddenly head for the door. - Go get your coat - he ordered dry. - I take the king home. Fortunately, Sarah was already again thank you. The mo ment fraught with tension had passed.And do not repeat, it was convinced. Any personal involvement with Sloan Sheridan would be a folly, a disaster, both personally and professionally. - No, thank you - answered in a sweet tone, but firm. - I have a meeting. Sloan outlined the smallest gesture, when she walked past him toward the aisle. Back to the room of the party, Sarah struggled to find his coat, because of the darkness of the environment. The few people who were still in place now danced to the rhythm of a gentle melody and romantic. After a few unsuccessful attempts, she finally found what he sought. Pro healed then

get out, avoiding looking at couples who embraced the darkness. Soon, however, stalled at the memory of glasses that Warren had put in his pocket. Would be worth going after the guy? Certainly not. The safest move was to rescue them on Monday. Basically, were not so necessary. Determined, he walked up again to the hall and was about to touch the elevator button when it occurred to him that he had left the bag in your room before going to the party. - Damn! - Cursed quietly during the trip to his office. That was not even your lucky day! Found the purse in the desk drawer, without the slightest problem, and prepared to leave the firm again. - You mean that decided to return to the party, Mrs. Kincaid? - Sloan's voice had a slightly critical tone. Sarah turned in surprise. Sloan was leaning on the door with a glass of drink in hand, still impeccably dressed and combed. - No way. I just came to check my bag. - Having said that, going around the desk toward the door. - Good night, Sloan, and Merry Christmas! In this, Sloan came up and gesture with safe, retained by the arm. It was just what was missing!Does he wanted to spend some urgent work? Stared at him, confused and unnerved. His eyes sparkled and a smile lit up his dark face, when it deposited the cup on the table. With his free hand, grabbed the other arm of Sarah, placing it in front of him. - Merry Christmas, Kincaid - replied, leaning slow mind to it.

The first kiss was light, almost a caress, but resulted in Sarah intense emotions. Then, instinctively, she parted his lips, bowing to pressure from him. Useless to fight against such seduction. With the rapid breathing, Sloan envoiveu her a hug that made her shiver. Then, drawing sensual gestures, his hands slid gently along her back. The pleasure of Sarah was so great that she had a mad impulse to touch the skin hidden by the thick coat of wool, felt the firm muscles, the heart beat. . . Then, suddenly, he turned away. In your face an impenetrable expression just breaking all the charm, the magic of that unexpected moment. He looked out the window and said, formally: - It's dark outside. Are you sure you do not want me to take her home? Your husband will not be concerned about your delay? Sarah abruptly returned to reality. He picked up the bag, re cusou the offer and, without looking back, went into the corridor. This could not happen again, he thought, already inside the pain increases. He'd better believe that I'm married. Another of the rules of his head was never involved with married women.Remembering this, he felt doubly protected. However, that kiss had made her a strong im pact. What would have crossed the mind of Sloan, who had led him to act that way? Without doubt, one off unreasonable attitude for a man who tried to keep his private life separate from

strongly pursue rigorous training. Any approach to the head would have the immediate consequence of his resignation. Of course, could another nail in without much trouble. Desks with practice were not always in that, even with an experience of five years next to Sloan Sheridan. Its reputation for demanding ran loose in the legal profession. However, Sarah did not want another job. When a lawyer and his secretary cattle tune well, half the work was easier. It was almost like a marriage. She and Sloan Sheridan had established a great working relationship since I measure co. Why else would want to change? CHAPTER III

On Monday, after spending a quiet Christmas family cm, Sarah noted with relief that, in the office, there were few comments about the party conference. Fortunately, everything returned to normal. Throughout the morning, Sloan shut herself in her room, in with Dr. pany. Alvarez and Warren Langley. The trial of the case would be in August, because the timing of the Court of Justice was overloaded. The press, which has already been asked to give some publicity to the fact, would from then on a wealth of material, mainly because Sloan Sheridan had taken care of the case. Sarah knew from experience that he studied every question

I nary. The defense of dr. Alvarez depend very much on research, headed by Warren, however, the defense strategy is laughing entirely under the direction of Sloan. He demanded total authority nity to conduct the process in its own way, but, contrary position, would assume full responsibility if anything went wrong. At noon, the three men stopped for lunch. Sarah, on their own initiative, had booked the restaurant building. It could always cancel them at the last minute, if Sloan decided to go elsewhere. He left the room and looked at her interviewers. Sarah handed him the pink sheets pink, where I noted the messages re been devised. After examining them quickly, Sloan broke two of them and returned to the others. - Treat those two. You can go to Mrs. winding. Armitage and pass the Burnside the conclusions reached Warren. The others need only a telephone call from a friendly conversation. We reserve the restaurant for lunch? - She nodded affirmatively. - And the notification to submit the court case Lonergan? - I have already sent by courier this morning. While Sloan and the doctor ran to the hallway, Warren was back and saw the two of them away, looked cons Trang for Sarah. Then he took his glasses from his pocket and placed them on the table. - I'm sorry if I left the party line in the sixth, Sarah. This va very excited by the spirit of Christmas. - Do not worry, everything is fine - she picked up the glasses, smiled and went back to what he was

doing. Warren, however, con tinued in the same place. - I cleaned the glasses for you. And I realized that there are musical. Not need them, Sarah. - You are mistaken, Warren. Some fixes are not so apparent. - Of course, it must be right. But I am puzzled by one thing: why a pretty girl like you do everything to look ugly? On Friday, though a bit high, I could see very well what you hide. In this, an impatient voice was heard in the hall. - How, Langley, coming or not? We have all day, you know. It was Sloan. Warren sat up and hurried out of the room, fa zendo Sarah smile. With the fearsome Sloan Sheridan always alert, she need not fear the assaults of Warren. Chief pa recia so much she decided to preserve the image of secretaries laughed cold and distant. With such pace of work, the days passed quickly and soon the spring came. The cherry blossoms graced the jar dim Japanese Golden Gate Park and, although there was fog in the morning, covering the entire Bay Area, the streets of San Francisco are teeming with tourists dressed in light clothing. Sarah kept carefully the winter clothes and set out to examine your wardrobe spring. It was discouraging mada. There was not much difference between parts one and another station.Continuavam.neutros tones, although lighter, the tissues were slightly lighter than wool, and shoes in beige replacing the browns and blacks of the previous season. She raised her beautiful golden hair, holding them over the

head. What would happen, he wondered if one day it ceases to work trim her hair, a decent face paint, wearing something in fashion and without the usual glasses? He laughed again. The dreaded Sloan had a heart attack and then lay off on time! For him, nothing but a piece of furniture, or, at best, a depersonalized robot, who was there to fulfill orders blindly, without questions or complaints. Could even be naked in the office, he did not notice him. Addition was safe! Not notice it? Left her hair falling loose again. Since Christmas, repeatedly surprised look Sloan fixed it so strange. On Monday, for example, had been absorbed all morning, working on a complicated proxy Mrs.. Armitage. By the mid-day, exhausted, stopped, took off his glasses, and was stretching the sore muscles when, by chance, his attention turned to the boss's office. Sloan was sitting in his chair, long legs separately generated, the hands under the chin. At first gave Sarah the printing is to be immersed in his thoughts, but she soon realized that he was watching closely. For a brief moment their eyes met, until the phone rang, Sloan turned in his chair and answered the call, breaking the magic of the moment. That was really a minor event. Why then remembered it, just when questioning nava their appearance? Does that look meant something? Of course not! Sarah would have to be very silly to believe. Again, looked in the mirror. The best thing he could do was go back to their chores. Each day, after leaving work at lunchtime, Sarah used to

stroll the streets until one o'clock in the afternoon when he arrived at the nice restaurant of the firm, for a light meal. At this point, the place was almost empty because many officers ate quickly and then leave to go shopping, paying bills, unwind. On Wednesday, tired due to hard work in the morning, decided not to go out for lunch. As the Alvarez case was taking almost all the time Sloan, she had been charged with discharging the other customers and that, of course, left her exhausted. It was becoming increasingly difficult to find excuses and explanations for the fact that he could not take phone calls from numerous people who came to him. - Say what you want - Sloan said angry when she made reference to their difficulties. - Tell them I'm in the hospital, who was kidnapped, I went to China. They just want to chat, and that you can do as well as I do. And so all the time. At noon, the only thing he wanted was a sandwich, alone, stays in the comfortable dining chairs while reading a book. However, upon arriving to the restaurant, found, boring, all the tables were still occupied. There is no other choice but to join a group of three girls, one of them. Nancy, the operator, Ginny, a xerox operator, and Ginger, Secretary of Warren Langley, talking animatedly, and when Sarah came closer, he heard one of them mention the name of his boss.When he saw it, the three looked at each other and Ginger broke off, laughing mischievously. - We were talking about Sloan - she explained, with a touch of daring.

- Forget about me. There is nothing to say about it that I have not said or. . . thought, a dozen times. Voice was general cargo Secretary of Sloan had to bear was huge. Several girls even threatened to leave, when they were forced to replace Sarah, during your vacation. Keep the pace of work required by the famous lawyer was something quite painful. Therefore, its direct aid was viewed with sympathy and respect, although no one envied his place. While Sarah was unwrapping his sandwich and opened a packet of milk, Ginny, laughing, said: - You heard the new conquest of it? Sarah swallowed. He hated this kind of gossip, but knew it was important not to create friction with other employees. He smiled at Ginny. - No, not yet known. - It's Ariel Boone. Sarah looked at her, puzzled. - Who is Ariel Boone? - Frankly, Sarah - Ginny exclaimed, discouraged - you seem to live on Mars! Ariel Boone is simply the hottest model of San Francisco. She lives appearing in magazines. - Oh, okay. I firmly believe. But as you know that there is some involvement between them? - Jack took me to dinner at the Top of the Mark, on my birthday last weekend, and found the two there. By the way they danced, I could see nicely. You know, I got scared of that this time the two come to a room! Sarah felt angry with that comment. Why Sloan needed to

display their achievements in public?Should to sea more careful with your professional image. Nancy interrupted her thoughts. - Well, I can bet that it was she who caused it. - Well - Ginny had to agree - Ariel was really excited. - Now, do not stop calling him - continued Nancy. - But Sloan gave me strict orders not to pass the connection, or for him or for you, Sarah. He said you have more important things to do. At this point, Sarah, who had finished his lunch, he raised his head and saw that the three were staring. - You know, Sarah - Nancy began to talk - I often wondered why you and Sloan. . . I mean ... I know that you seek to wear in the office as discreetly as possible, but I saw her at the Christmas party dancing with Warren Langley and think. . . well, that would be beautiful if she tried a little bit. Sarah laughed. - Thank you for the compliment, Nancy, however, Sloan does not interest me. Moreover, he prefers brunettes. Ginger protested. - Well, I suspect that he is tired of these Belezoca. From it some time, they still get stranded.Who knows if he does not want to change, eh? And you have to admit that it is fascinating. - So why do not you try, Ginger? - She replied, rising to leave. - Is that terrified him. For that! During the afternoon, the room Sarah was an oven. As it was still April, the air conditioning was not turned on,

following the rules of maintenance, and the sun came through the windows unbearably warming environment. Sloan and Warren had spent all day out in Marin County, for an interview with Martha Layton and her mother, the prosecuting Dr. Alvarez, the Attorney General's office. It was nearly four hours and Sarah doubted that they return. Then, took off his suit coat of beige raincoat and scarf orange. Then, feeling the hair stuck in his neck, broke the coke and held them loosely on top of the head. As the glasses also bothered, he decided to keep them in stock. Relieved, he turned his attention to the quarterly reports concerning Mrs. Armitage. An hour later, decided to leave, closed the book, set the table and stood up. I was dying to get home and take a shower. In this, the clips have missed misplaced locks of hair and, as you lift your arms to hold them back, he heard voices behind him. Surprised, he turned around and is stopped with the looks of Sloan Sheridan and Warren Langley. - You?! - Asked incredulously, letting his arms fall, while it checked if your silk blouse was well composed. - I did not expect to return more - stammered. - This is obvious - it was the harsh comment from Sloan. He held it toward her room, leaving Warren back, still amazed, looking at Sarah. At the door, but stopped. - You stand there the rest of the day, Langley? - Added, in a bad mood, and Warren went like an arrow to his own room. Then Sarah staring at a glance, extended his hand, so she handed him the scrapbook.

- How was your day today? - Asked, while Sloan read the notes. - Not good. That damn girl Layton seems to have come out of a convent. The case will be difficult. I'll have to find a way of turning this story. Sarah watched him. After a tiring day and disappointing, he was still impeccable. He wore a navy-blue suit, white shirt and striped tie. The hair, though a little longer, still hairstyles. He had not even had time to cut monthly. - Is it possible that the girl is telling the truth? - Asked anxiously. Sloan looked at her with impatience. - No, of course not! - After slowly massaged her neck. There is something wrong about it all and I am convinced that the problem has to do with the mother. I find her life. I have not found a clue, but I find. I assure you! Having said that, separated the posts. He kept some and gave the other to Sarah, as usual. - You can go home, Kincaid. Respond to these messages tomorrow. Of these, I care right now. Sloan went to his room and shut the door. Sarah smiled, thinking of Ariel Boone. Surely, the model would be the reason, since he never closed the door between two rooms, when he calls to give professionals. He picked up the bag, the coat and went out into the corridor. Passing through the room of Warren Langley, found him at the door, waiting. He smiled. - I'm crazy for a cold drink, Sarah. You agree to take something with me?

She hesitated. Normally, he would have refused peace. However, he felt terribly heated and the idea of taking something cold, before facing the train full of people, it seemed nice. On the other hand, also wanted to know more about the interview with Martha Layton and her mother. He looked at Warren, who raised his arms in a gesture of peace. - Only a drink there in the cafeteria. No tricks, I promise! - Okay, Mr. Langley. The diner had a fresh, pleasant atmosphere. Sarah had an urge to wear the coat, as was prevented by Warren. - No, please do not do it. You get so much more beautiful without it! Also less scary! - Tantalizing, Warren? I? - He put the jacket on the chair beside. - You know that there is only one person able to scare someone in our office. Warren sat in front of it thoughtfully. - You do not like him very much, do you? - Who? Our fearsome leader? Well. . I do not know. I like to work for him. I think that's it. Then, Sloan is not concerned with the fact that I like it or not. As long as it meets my requirements right! Drinks soon arrived and, after the first sips, Sarah had a delicious sense of well-being. - And you, Warren, like him? The boy leaned back in his chair, sighing background. - I think so. It is a lawyer first and I admire him very much. You can not imagine how much he taught me,

though, often, the lessons have been painful. - I understand what you mean. There are times when it is a real demon. - A malicious glow lit his face, when, moved by the effect of light gin and tonic, she began to imitate the way Sloan's talk: "We have all day, Langley" or "Bring that file already, Kincaid!" Spontaneous laughter flowed between the two. Warren, joyful, held Sarah's hand and they continued to laugh. - How are enjoying themselves? - A very familiar voice interrupted them at that moment. Immediately, the laughter vanished into thin air. Sloan, leaning over the table, tall and imposing, his face wore an expression of anger. Sarah felt like a little girl stealing sweets. Does he heard? Warren, in turn, trying to stand up, brought down the two cups that were on the table. - Look what you did, Langley - Sloan thundered. Sarah managed to laugh. - Oh, that's OK - he said, in an attempt to help the boy - the glasses were almost empty. - That you can see very well. - Sloan was so sarcastic that the situation was comical. - What is so funny, Kincaid? Just then she noticed a tall, slim brunette, standing next to Sloan, air possessive. Ariel Boone concluded, getting serious in a minute. - There is nothing funny - challenged, coldly. Sloan looked at Warren and then to Sarah. - After all, what are you two doing here? Sarah started to get angry. Felt about it the look insoluble

lens Ariel Boone, having fun with that ridiculous scene, and suddenly had an acute perception of their appearance. He found himself clumsy, dull, off. Windchill, wished that Warren did not get that look of astonishment, as he stared in awe Ariel Boone. - Warren and I are just taking a drink. Is there a problem with that? - Sarah could not understand why Sloan was so angry. Were out of work hours. - Really, this is a very nice encontrozinho. Especially for a married woman, is not it, Kincaid? - But not Sarah. . . - Warren began to explain, however, the warning changes the face of Sarah made to shut up. - For the love of God, Sloan, was only a drink! - She exclaimed, trying to lessen the discomfort. - Well, then, will not mind if we join you, no? Warren assured them they would be delighted. Before Sarah could say anything, Sloan, he was sitting beside her, leaving it to the Warren pleasant task of accommodating Ariel adjacent to the other side of the table. Obviously, the gorgeous brunette did not look glad to share their companions with others. Then, Sloan made the introductions and called the waitress. - Actually, I should have gone away - Sarah replied when he asked what she preferred to drink. - Nonsense - the comment was unconcerned Sloan. - Two remaining as before - ordered the girl and only after that asked Ariel what would take. Sarah noticed the woman. In fact, had a beauty sur prizing. The painting was discreetly and professionally and

her black hair shone and fell in soft waves, per a frame made for a face of regular features and pleasant. She wore a dress of pale green silk, whose simplicity and elegance valo rizavam your body well done. It is clear that Sloan could only devote their precious attention to a superior kind of woman like that, Sarah thought, feeling awkward and diminished. Moreover, he was also uncommon fashion, because he was sitting too close. Tried to tar and setting aside was worse. He spread a little more, removing the space between them, to touch it with your thighs. Despite the air conditioning, Sarah began to sweat. The pressure of his leg, the warmth that emanated from that body so close she was putting on a fairly bador disturbance. Can not aware of the presence of the man next to him! They talked for half an hour, sipping their drinks, until Sarah arranged an excuse and left.Before, refused the offer from Warren to take her home. I just wanted to take his train and forget those strange sensa tions that had, by the manly body of his boss. CHAPTER IV

The next day, Sarah made an extra effort to reassert their severe and training. He picked clothes that most dis crete had set a dark green, modern and well color Treaty, combined with a beige shirt, silk. Complementary tava a

toilet a delicate pearl necklace with matching earrings.In the office, he replaced his glasses and refused to remove his coat, despite the immense heat that was. Sloan, who had been out with Warren throughout the morning, returned to office after lunch, more harsh than usual. Orders received telegraphic Sarah did suspect that, for some reason, meeting the previous day had irritated him. But why? What was off-hours, as a drink with Warren, that was only her! Observing his boss absorbed in reading the reports, look cold and impenetrable, the authoritative expression of the face, Sarah found that really did not like him. Was a person extremely extremely difficult to endure. At four little, Sloan stopped its investigation, went to the door of communication and stopped, looking at her. Quiet and far, Sarah has not changed. Rather, sustainable tou firmly that look cool. After a few seconds, Sloan came up to give him a big stack of paper filled with a letter and some understandable incomplete figures. - I typed it all for tonight, Kincaid. She made a brief nod, he was accustomed to stay up later, whenever he thought fit. Did not care. There was no one waiting at home and your extra work was well paid. It was a complicated job. Even without interruption, would have to stay there about two hours to get everything ready to deliver Sloan still night. Sighed resigned, when he called: - Come here a moment, Kincaid. Sarah picked up the notebook, pencil and went to his office.

- Sit down. She obeyed, wondering what he would have another service inventory Treaty this time. I was exhausted and wanted to finish their task quickly mind to rest. Seeing her sitting, waiting for a saying, Sloan crossed the room and closed the door. Then, sat quietly on the edge of the table with his arms crossed over his chest. He wore the same navy-blue suit yesterday, which meant that Sarah deducted zisse he had spent the night at Ariel Boone. - I want to have a conversation with you - there was a tone of accusation in his voice. Stunned, she sat up in his chair and looked up. Why be so angry? Sought in his mind something that might have done wrong. Knew it was not infallible, contu of hoped that was not something too serious. And the worst was that, by his manner, his absence should be serious! - Exactly. . . - Tried to appear calm, because in that situation should never show anxiety. - Do not like the way he walks encouraging Warren Langley - he said firmly. Sarah opened her mouth, scared. - Supporting?! I can not understand. . . A wry smile and appeared impatient lips of Sloan. - Frankly, Mrs. Kincaid, do not come up with that air of a saint. Know exactly what I mean.Warren is a good guy, will be a great lawyer, so he put his head in place. I do not want to ruin his career, having a lightweight case with a married woman. Instantly, Sarah realized that he was referred laughing. Was

too much! Redone the initial shock, he felt invaded by a cold calm. That Sloan and his rules were to hell! - It turns out, Mr. Sloan, I'm not married. Incidentally, you already knew that. It was his turn to be shocked. Sarah almost laughed. Now that this will resolve to respond in kind, felt a great pleasure to see Sloan Sheridan lose all pose and arrogance. However, his embarrassment was short lived. - So you tricked me! - Accused her violently. - When hired, said he was married. I knew I would never choose a single desk. - I was married, when I hired - she said quietly. - My husband died shortly after I started working here. The news was all over the newspapers and I'm sure that was the subject of conversation in this office for a long time. - It does not usually pay attention to gossip and the news was in the newspapers, I have not read or did not relate to the name of my desk. The worst is that he spoke as if she were to blame for everything. Nonetheless, Sarah was filled with satisfaction, realizing that although disguise very well, he was still surprised at the widow's newfound. Finally, he lifted his head to one side and looked at her with curiosity. - So you're a widow ... - I am! - She responded aggressively. Was starting to feel bad under that piercing gaze and a great effort you made to your voice come out strong. - So, do not have to worry about the reputation of Warren.

I had no intention of telling Sloan he was not one bit interested in Warren. He thought that he wanted! - I should have fired her, Sarah Kincaid. - Okay. Whatever you want. I now take my things - replied and began walking toward the door. It was grabbed by a strong hand. He turned, ready to face Sloan, however, what he saw in his eyes frightened her. He seemed to be dominated by an intense emotion. Then, with his free hand, took her glasses, throwing them carelessly on the table. - Damn! - Pulled her closer to him. - I melt once the ice, or might end up destroying both of us! She felt a warm breath right next to your face, the faint aroma of tobacco mixed with shaving lotion, the rate of uncontrolled breathing, that second, I knew it would take or be kissed! But also, it did not matter. Violence or magnetism, in both cases it would be unsuccessful. So he closed his eyes and waited. The mouth of Sloan teamed with Sarah, at first with violence, but in front of her impassivity, the kiss was, little by little, becoming soft surroundings. The hand that grabbed the decreased pressure went up to the shoulder and landed gently on his neck. Then reached the hair, loose staples and plunged his fingers in the mass of golden hair that fell free to her shoulders. A shiver of pleasure ran through Sarah, from end to end. When the kiss ended, Sloan's face was illuminated by a new and dazzling smile. - You are so beautiful - he murmured, stroking her

beautiful face, nose, chin. - And also so proud, so cold. You have no idea how it has left me desperate! All this time I thought I was married! - Sloan ... I think. . . A new kiss prevented it to continue talking. The body of manly Sloan glued to hers, while with one hand, he groped her breasts sensually stiff Sarah, making her shudder. With a groan, pulled him closer, wrapping his neck, his fingers playing with the hair soft. For many years a man drove her to ecstasy size, not even Derek managed to cause many immediate reactions in your body. The latent desire, which she buried under a cold look, exploded and demanded to be satisfied. Sarah felt the breath accelerated Sloan, while exchanging strokes that left her trapped and helpless. It was the passion in all its fullness! - I want you since that Christmas party, when I discovered the beautiful and sensual woman who is behind this heinous outfit that invented - he confessed, emotional, and retreated a little. Sarah ran her hands over his chest, also under strong emotion. They looked up, as if to penetrate the deepest of their being. - I need you so much - he murmured. - Want to have you naked, I want to make love to you. - After these heartfelt words, unbuttoned the first button of her blouse ... second ... cial to have to feel the soft skin of her breasts quivering. I know you want me too, honey. - Oh, Sloan. . . - Was all she managed to stammer out, eager

to feel touched on naked flesh.Nibbled his ear, while his fingers slid along his body. At that moment, the phone rang shrill, causing Sarah to back down, scared. Sloan, however, stopped it quickly. - Let play - he murmured, as her hand finally held her naked breast. However, the charm fades. Instead, a telephone rang insistently. With an abrupt gesture, Sarah broke away from those tempting arms and quickly buttoned her blouse. How could this madness! Sloan was in front of Sheridan, his boss, the man whose women won and then abandoned, she had to comfort many times Naque les five years. The phone stopped ringing. Tense, Sarah ran to her room to pick up the bag. Sloan followed. - Sarah - called, with his hand on her arm. - No, please! Do not approach! Appalled, her hair loose and disheveled, she fell down the hall, and despite hearing his name as an echo in the empty building, did not turn back. Still trembling with cold and emotion, when we finally came home. Mal opened the door, the phone began to ring. Not eeping, would not talk to anyone. Ignoring the call, went like a robot to the bathroom. Ali, filled the tub and undressed. She felt as if she had been raped. All defenses, which had built so carefully in those five years, had collapsed in one ins tante. His conscious resolve never to fall into a trap of attractive boss does not withstood the first kiss! Sloan Sheridan brought her back Derek Kincaid. But at the

double! Smarter, more magnetic, more fascinating. And without doubt, the most unscrupulous. Firm in the decision to have her, nor cared about the suffering that might cause you. Definitely, much more dangerous as well. As it dried, was invaded by a new wave of tension. Until that point would come to Sloan that night? Ina believable! Mrs. blessed. Armitage, or any person who had called at that very moment. After taking a bowl of soup and a cup of coffee, Sarah felt calmer. In fact, no damage occurred, nothing would justify such anguish. The best would not return to work for Sloan, now that he made clear his inten tions and it proved to be a woman completely vulnerable favorable opinion before him. Before going to bed, carefully drafted a letter of resignation. Was taken for relief. For all the world would risk facing Sloan again. The next morning, after a good night's sleep, thought better about his decision. It might have reacted exaggerated asthma in relation to the incident the previous day. After all, all just an exchange of kisses. What would have happened to her boss the day before? I was so out of his temper sing a desk, so out of all the rules that he himself had established. However, such changes could only be attributed to the shock that he had to find that she was a widow. On the other hand, Sloan mentioned the Christmas party, confessed that at that time, the first time to see a woman

and since then she surprised him with strange looks. All this, combined with the violent oppositions tion to his friendship with Warren Langley, it was really intriguing. Would only make sense if, deep down, Sloan acted moved by jealousy. Jealousy? What most ridiculous idea! For Sloan Sheridan, she did not mean anything but efficient secretary, with whom he exchanged a few kisses. Maybe if we both take care, could continue to work together without problems. In this, he remembered the feeling of his lips, eager for his own, the intoxicating smell that enveloped him, the way strong hands touched her body and shivered so much that brought down a cup of coffee, which took on the table. Damn! It could be that fast for that Sloan had no involvement meant nothing, however, it, had caused a real earthquake. With so many women available for your adventures, why he decided to look for it? Certainly, now would not have the slightest problem to restore peace in the office.But ... and it? Sarah took a deep breath, confused and hurt. He decided that he needed time to think. Looked at his watch: two minutes for nine hours.Nancy, the receptionist, started work at eight-thirty. He called the office. - Sheridan, Wright and Brubaker, good morning - said the kind voice of Nancy. - Good morning, Nancy, me, Sarah. Today I will not work. I'm not feeling well. - No way! - Nancy exclaimed surprised. - Never heard that you had missed because of illness.Want to talk to Sloan?

- No - Sarah replied, quickly. - Please, give you the message for me. After hanging up, she wondered: Is it right? Surely, Sloan realize how much she had been shaken by what had happened the day before, if they appear in the office. At the same time, I knew I was not able to face it, to work normally, as if nothing had happened. In fact, needed more time to think. Nancy was right. Never lacked employment, since I started working with Sloan. He had an iron constitution, and when occasionally caught a cold, did not get the luxury of staying home. The phone began to ring. Would probably be Sloan. He remembered with a feeling of guilt of the quarterly report of Mrs. Armitage, who had been in his drawer, without knocking. - It's a shame - he said aloud to herself. In the office there were many typists, who could do the job! And again ignored the insistent ring of the device. Around noon, the sun shone in April, inviting. Sarah decided to take care of the garden, cleaning the forest, replant some flowers. Worked all afternoon and when the sun began to lower in the sky, around six, the episode with Sloan looked like a dream. The day had been so nice, it occurred to him that would be great to escape the office more often. In those five years, she had become a kind of slave Sloan Sheridan and his law firm. It was time to devote more time

to his own life. At twenty-six years, could even attend a course at university. Then thought the letter of resignation, even upon his desk, without having a clear idea about what to do with it. At night he impulsively called Santa Barbara. I had not seen his sister since Christmas. Just exchanged letters from time to time, without, however, mention the subject RobertMargaret. He felt an urge to talk to her sister. - Hello! - Here is Sarah, Margaret. Okay? - Sarah? - The other exclaimed, startled. - Did something happen? - No, silly! I just wanted to talk to you. I was missing. As you are going? There was a brief silence. - You? Who? - Was the dry response. - Now, who else? You, Robert, Billy. If you remember, we're still sisters and I have every right to ask. Margaret heard give a sigh. - Yes, I know what you're talking about. Well, it seems you were right about ... many things.Not yet decided, but between Robert and the widow as there is no treatment involved ... at least physically. - And that means ... - That there is no event between the two, Robert is still theoretically true, but ... - But what? - Now I can not talk, Sarah. However, he continues to see it. He says it's for professional care, whatever. And I do not

like it, but what can I do? - I think you should do exactly what you're doing. Wait, only. - Well, that's what I want ... for now. Now, enough about me - Margaret preferred to change the subject. - What's new with you? - I'm thinking of quitting my job. - No way! Why? I thought you adore working there. - I always liked. And taste. But ... - The voice was shaky - it happens ... - Do not tell me you fell in love with him too. - Of course not - Sarah replied with emphasis. - Only need to change of scenery. Five years is too long to handle the demands of Sloan Sheridan. After all, there's more to life than work! - It's what I've been trying to tell you since Derek died. And I'm glad to see that he agreed. - So you think I should even go? - It was not what I said. You're not the type to take hasty resolutions, it is not like me ... If I were you, think better. - You are right. I'll think about it. A kiss on my nephew and memories Robert. Said good-bye and hung up. While Sarah reflected on the advice of her sister, the phone rang.Distracted, she answered. - Hello? - How are you feeling? - Asked a gruff voice and familiar. The heart of Sarah shot and legs were so wobbly, it was forced to sit.

- Much better. . . - Great! When Nancy told me you would not come because he was sick, I could not believe it. It is the first time, is not it? - Yes, - she replied, his tone dry and professional, fluctuating between being happy or sad. - I hope you recover soon, to come to work on Monday. Here is a mess. I can not find anything and the girls seem unable to understand a simple and conventional English, or to type a paragraph without a dozen errors. I do not know why so many people hire incompetent! A simple and conventional English! Sarah's eyes widened. That's what he thought of his own scrawl? She had taken weeks to learn how to decipher those signals unintelligible. - How? - His voice was impatient. - Coming or not on Monday? Because if you do not come, I think I will I get sick. She could not answer. I knew I had to say something, however, has not made a decision. He spoke as if that episode of electrical office had not existed. Is this the best way to deal with the problem? It was also what she wanted, that is, pass a sponge at all? However, it was necessary to clarify the situation, make some kind of comment. If it were to continue to work for him, it should not be repeated. - Sloan ... well, I was thinking of leaving, to seek other employment. - Hey, Sarah, about what happened last night, I will not

waste time with complicated explanations. But I want to apologize and promise it will not happen again. Sloan Sheridan? Sarah was stunned. Sloan Sheridan apologizing? He must be desperate to even it back! - What about your requirement? - What requirement? Sarah sighed. What more should the memory of men! - Your requirement not hire desk without her husband. You said yesterday very clearly that I should lay off because the wrong. Which, incidentally, is not true. - Well, now I know you did not fool me. And, like real mind was married when hired, the rule remains inviolate. Oh, the head of a lawyer! He would be able to twist that thing wants to serve his purpose! - Listen, Sloan, if you promise ... Nothing. . . - Did not know how to finish the sentence. - Singing? Nothing traps? - He smiled at the other side. - I promise. Solemnly. Sarah could not help but feel slightly disappointed. - You seem very safe - commented sour. - I am, I am. There are many women more receptive to my .. . my investment, which seems to be the case. But a good secretary is a gem that is priceless. So, all right? Will come in second? - I'll see how I feel - she said and hung up. That macho arrogant! The desire to pretend it was sick for another week. He well deserved!Many women more receptive res! However, he was right, Sarah was forced to

recognize. Actually, there was an endless amount of women pron tas to fall into the arms of Sloan Sheridan. At least, they were left with the consolation of knowing that he had not included in this category, despite its so warm response to his advances last night. Sarah was at the height of tension. It was impossible that he had not noticed how she felt affected by her kisses and caresses. How could it be? No, Sloan simply made the decision to act as if those moments of passion crazy livessem never happened. If he can do this, he concluded, exasperated, of course, so can I! CHAPTER V

On the morning of Monday, all seizures Sarah disappeared the instant he entered the room and came to Sloan, on your desk, frantic for something in a pile of papers. Then made a gesture of resignation, to notice that your file was in total disarray. Sloan looked at her helplessly. - Where you started the report Durnside? All normal, she thought. Walking calm to her desk, put the bag in the drawer ever and stopped beside him. Be advantaged section examined the confusion that its absence, just one day, had caused. Maintained the look of impatient Solan, feeling your heart

beat faster, the effect that, although against his will, his presence caused him. - It does not! I can not find anything, Kincaid. Fortunately, his heart rhythm returned to normal, while recognizing the Sloan ever. Actually, it was an impossible man! Authoritarian, demanding, willful, while track mind dependent on her services. Without saying a word, went to his office and began to examine the stack of reports on the table, which was on the couch and finally to the ground. He picked up a thick paste then separated and returned to him. - I was on the floor. You put in the wrong cell. Sloan mumbled something, went to his room and immediately plunged into the study of the process, leaving Sarah delivered to the unpleasant task of reordering the chaos. Due to workload, Sarah decided to stay in office an extra hour in order to leave the service on track for the next day. Sloan, however, called it in his room. - It's five o'clock, Kincaid. - I know. But I want to finish the quarterly report of Mrs. Armitage, before leaving. - No, I said five o'clock. Go home. If you are very busy tomorrow, I'll get someone to help her. It could only be a dream! Sarah stared at him, mute, undecided about what action to take regarding that sudden concern for her. Sloan, who had been writing non-stop, raised his head and smiled kindly. - From nothing to me of a secretary sick. Perhaps

unintentionally, I have always exaggerated in its share of work. - Not true, Sloan. I can handle anything that you invent, and he knows it very well. For a brief moment, dazzling malicious passed through his eyes, illuminating his face puzzled.Sarah blushed, realizing, before the reaction, the double meaning of what he had to say. Well, he thought, almost everything. - That we - Sloan growled, turning to their roles. - Now go home. Tomorrow, I will spend the day in Marin County, to attend a testimony of Alvarez case. As for you, you have plenty of time to put the work done. - Okay, I'm going home. Good night. During the following months, Sarah was so busy, did not have time to think about Sloan, except as its active head, who needed to assist at all times. That first day, though a bit disturbing, just setting the tone essentially professional relationship between them. Over time, it became difficult for her to remember that the man indifferent and distant since taken her in his arms and kissed her passionately. Difficult, but not entirely impossible. On some occasions, the episode came back to his mind, making her feel a twinge of pain. How to watch young lovers in the stores, streets, on buses, in a pleasant month of June, without feeling heavy heart? In early May, she sent two dozen red carnations Ariel Boone, beyond the standard card.Curious, I wondered who would be next if your boss, although rumors lunchtime say

that the great conqueror decided to rest. Sarah laughed in the face of such comments. Everything was possible, except Sloan Sheridan quit, even temporarily, of women. At its heart, congratulated himself on having managed to escape from it unscathed. On the evening of Wednesday June, was entertained watering the flowers in the garden when the phone rang. He ran to meet and, still panting, fell almost to death. It was Sloan, the man who, in five years, she had called more than half a dozen times and always with a professional issue to be resolved urgently. - Tomorrow, very early, to go to Santa Barbara to take an important statement of the case Alvarez - he began, without preamble. - The witness is the cornerstone in the process. A former husband of Mrs. Layton, among the many she had. - I understand - Sarah murmured, as with pencil and paper in hand, ready to write down the orders that were given. - I want you to go with me, Sarah. The tip of the pencil until it broke, so much the pressure exerted on your fingers the paper.Obviously, she had done with him one or another business trip. This however, was something very rare. And after that night in April, when the treatment between both lists had taken an unexpected turn, however, more happened. Moreover, nothing personal since then, and the idea of traveling both left her extremely upset. - We will a car - Sloan continued, his voice cold and almost harsh. - Could lead Langley, but I need it in court

tomorrow, because of the case Burnside. Surprise, property, Sarah failed to articulate any response. - How, Kincaid, listening to me? - Yes. . . I am, yes. But why do you want me to go? There will be a scribe to this statement? - Hell, do not argue with me! I need you because the witness is vital, and I want to take note of everything that is said, so that I can focus on the questions. Understood? He felt his chest. Would have to go, there was no other way out. Perhaps he was even being silly. After all, even the Sloan said that a good secretary was a priceless jewel. And in that situation, was the secretary that he needed. - What time do you want to leave? - I will to pick it up at seven. Thus, we will come to Santa Barbara around noon. The statement should continue in the morning the other day, so be prepared to stay there. For that matter, Sarah calmed down, it could spend the night at home Margaret. At seven on the dot the next morning, Sarah was waiting at the door, the arrival of Sloan. As the day was sunny and hot, put on a set white linen, for the trip, and carried a small suitcase another shirt, underwear and sleep. Margaret had been happy when Sarah had called to warn of the trip and to ask if there is any problem if needed to spend the night at his sister's house. The Mercedes dark and elegant boss came a little after seven. Sarah picked up the bag and walked quickly to the car to prevent him to come down and you open the door. It

was useless.As he approached the car, Sloan was already standing on the sidewalk, waiting for you. He wore khaki pants, a sport coat and tie environment clear. The white shirt glowed against the tanned and healthy. - I like the new - he said, holding her suitcase. - A woman off. That said, opened a bright smile. Sarah felt staple right. That good-natured man was a Sloan Sheridan very different from the terrible lawyer who dealt with the scrip report. In a mad rush, she wanted to let their hair down, take the glasses and show up as a woman, rather than if Crete efficient than he knew. Sloan, after you open the door, walked around the car and, before entering, take off his jacket, tie, and rolled up his sleeves. Finally, he sat behind the wheel, giving the game engine. - It will be very hot in the San Joaquin Valley and I hate air conditioning. It is best that you also take your coat. At that time, Sarah was already deeply shaken by the irresistible attraction that the man had over her. Shaken and insecure. Never seen him like that before, the collar button unbuttoned, his arms strong and dark and exposed, the main mind, relaxed and friendly. Looked at him a glance and decided to take the coat. It makes no sense to pass heat, feel uncomfortable, just because of a silly caution. The journey through the vast plantations of fruit and vegetables from the San Joaquin Valley, was beautiful and

enjoyable. Gradually, the nervousness of Sarah began to disappear, leading to a keen interest in comments that Sloan did, about the witness who would testify. Due to the intensity of the sun, he asked him to pick up in the glove, sunglasses. Helpful, Sarah leaned forward and forced the door, without, however, able to open it. - You are stuck, not open. - You have to use some force - he said at the same time as his arm in front of her, brushing against his body, to give a stronger pull. Immediately, Sarah lowered to. for his glasses and also to hide the excitement that this contact had caused him. Aca bou finding the case of glasses and, moreover, a woman's scarf and a bag of powder puff. He closed the door, a little shocked by what she saw. Although this was not your account, could not shake a feeling of anguish for a long time. Around noon, as in the vicinity of Santa Barbara, left the road and stopped for a quick lunch. The conversation, though relaxed, again centered on the activities planned for that afternoon. The testimony would happen in the office of David Hardy, lawyer cattle witness, who was an old friend and classmate of Sloan. As they drove there after lunch, Sarah began to observe with delight, the town that was so familiar: the narrow streets, full of huge jacaranda and eucalyptus trees, the architecture of Spanish influence. Shingles melhos see the houses, the buildings painted white. Felt calm and rapt. David Hardy, the lawyer friend of Sloan, was a gay man,

who had a paunch and thinning hair already. It was very kind to Sarah, though her face did not hide the horror that her appearance had caused her. Clothes too severe, the glasses and hair in a bun out of fashion could not even generate another type of reaction, unless neglect. The afternoon passed quickly. The witness, the second husband of Mrs.. Layton, a list of four, and Martha's father, Earl nou clearly both the mother and daughter, accusing them of liars and crooks. Sloan led the testimony with per appearance, a rational voice, confident that only became harder when the subject was moving in other directions. Sarah made sure that the trip had been worthwhile. They stopped at five o'clock, to continue work the next morning. Very excited, the three men left the room, and only then Sarah could relax. Stretched across and then began to gather their things and notes Sloan. The clerk, a young woman, plump, with a heavy make-up, still sitting, watching her. - This boss is a lawyer and both. And also a piece of man! I bet a jury it is very dangerous ...and in other places too! Sarah gave any response and was relieved to see Sloan again enter the room. Did not like to do comen nity on its head with anyone. Even the most innocent things could be misinterpreted and have a negative effect on your reputation. - Come, Kincaid - called Sloan, dryly, looking tired. - I'll take it to the house of his sister. Under the guidance of Sarah, rushed to the residence of

Margaret. It was a beautiful house with magnificent views of the river, always packed with yachts of all types and sizes. - It is not I open the door for you? - Of course not - she said, eager to spend a quiet night with her sister, and nephew Robert. - Great. I will come get it in a while, at eight. Sarah stopped on the sidewalk. Sloan was sitting in the seat she had held the head in the window. - Will come get me? And for what? On other trips, always had your evenings alone, leaving it free after work .- We have dinner with David Hardy and Jack Layton - he said impatiently. - But ... - Do not argue, Kincaid. Be ready at eight - looked at from top to bottom, insolent. - And, for God's sake, see if you arrange something to wear that does not seem to do an old maid! Sarah who tried to protest, however, facing the angry look of it, fell silent. - Do not be so nervous, Kincaid. I will not catch it, no need to fear. We both do not want any involvement, right? - Said and left without waiting for an answer. Angry and humiliated, Sarah remained motionless in the street. Old maid! But that boldness, that arrogance! Well then, do not go to any dinner, decided ringing the bell of the house of his sister. - This is frowned upon for me or for life? - Asked Margaret,

opened the door. - It looks like a bailiff! Sarah smiled and kissed her affectionately. - Sorry, Margaret, had a busy day. The house was quiet and pleasant, spacious, the furniture dark stood out on the white walls and formed a harmonious whole with the rugs Spanish. Margaret said that Robert and Billy had gone to the beach. - Why the disguise? - Asked as they walked off down the hall toward the room for Sarah. Sarah put the suitcase on the bed and removed his glasses. - You mean them? - Asked, laughing. - And also the ridiculous hairdo. And also this machine inelegant. - You're right. It's really a guise, and my professional image. - Well, please, while you're here get rid of it. Can hurt me! A bold idea occurred to Sarah. - Maybe I will leave this evening. . . if you can lend me a dress. Then he spoke of the dinner that Sloan arranged with David Hardy, who made the comment about their appearance and the idea he had. Margaret laughed enthusiastically. The two had more or less the same height, therefore, would not be very difficult to find Sarah, among the clothes of her sister, something suitable for that night. It took half an hour choosing between a succession of dresses modern, vibrant colors and daring neckline. Sarah rejected several of them, deeming it too provocative. - They look great, but you, Margaret. I can not go to a business dinner like a mermaid in search of a conquest. I

want to give a lesson in Sloan, just that there are limits! - It can not be silly. You're not a shy virgin, and certainly beautiful as it is, must have had a few novels, since Derek died. - Opened his eyes, seeing the blush on the faces of Sarah. - It had?Nonsense! I do not believe it! - Well, Margaret, break it! Let me take my life my way. - All right, little sister, do not be angry. Margaret once again raided his wardrobe until he found a green dress-water, fine fabric, with a low, round neckline and long sleeves, transparent. ESVO It was held at the waist by a belt around twisted. - Ready! - Exclaimed. - Exactly what you wanted. Discreet and elegant. Sexy but soft. I'll help you with that hair and makeup, after you take a bath. I also have some sandcolored sandals, high heels, which combine very well with it. Sarah loved the dress. Margaret was right, was a perfect medium between the austere image that she insisted on keeping the female, who seemed to search for Sloan. Robert and Billy arrived soon after, and Sarah still had time to talk with them while drinking something. She loved that brother interpenetrated. It was the perfect match for the vivacious and restless Margareth. He hoped that the two managed to solve their problems. At seven o'clock, while the others dined, Sarah took a shower, washed her hair and was in the dryer on the other hand, when Margaret appeared. - I remembered a detail, dear. I think you will not be able to wear a bra with that dress. Unless you do not bother to get

all the time pulling the spaghetti-strap into the sleeve all night! - Then I have to wear my same clothes, Margareth. Definitely not going to dinner with Sloan Sheridan without underwear. - Well, why not? It is a very common thing nowadays. - Wait until you meet him. It would be the same thing that I offer a plate for him. Finally, giving up the fight against what he considered excessive Puritanism sister, Margaret was able to hold the handles firmly within the sleeves. Sarah demanded a painting dis crete soon offset by highlighting that her sister was able to give your hair, causing it to fall into gentle waves and bright. At eight o'clock, the doorbell rang, causing Sarah to a slight unease. - So? - Asked Margaret. - Will open the door, or wherever I go? Sarah tried to calm down. After all, that's not sava pas a business dinner, and although it was beautiful and elegant, I knew I stood out too much. . . and not provocative. - You can leave that I attend, Margareth. When you open the door, almost lost his breath. Sloan was wearing a spotless white coat, in contrast to the pants and black bow tie. She was so confused by the very reaction that did not even realize the effect that the transformation wrought in him. The two stared for a split second, then recovering the presence of mind, Sarah made Sloan entered the spacious

living room. - Come on. I knew that my sister and my brother. After the presentations, the two men were talking while the two sisters went to the room to pick up a silk scarf and bag. - So, this is Sloan Sheridan! Now I understand why you insisted on so wear something underneath. Wow! What a man! - I thought you would understand. Margaret was silent for a moment, watching her sister. - You know what? It will not do any harm to sleep with him - said, finally. - But for God's sake, do not fall in love! Sarah smiled. - I have no intention of doing neither one thing nor the other. Our relationship is purely professional and we want that to continue. - It turns out that I saw how he looked at you. . . It looked like a lion about to attack. . . - You're wrong, dear sister. Now, let's go down, because he does not like to wait. During the trip to the restaurant, the two remained silent. Sloan, with attention focused entirely on the traffic, and Sarah disguising his nervousness at night scenery of the streets happy.When they entered the parking lot of the sophisticated restaurant, she decided to break the silence. - You want me to do something special tonight? - Asked in professional tone, sounding a security does not exist. Sloan looked at her for a moment and then smiled with a twinkle of irony in his eyes. - I can think of several things ... - The answer was

ambiguous, giving, looking, ingratiatingly for the low neckline. Sarah's face was on fire. Embarrassed, she was reproached for not closely dress the whole white. So, no answer, left the car and stood on the sidewalk, waiting for him, wishing that the night passed quickly so he could return to the safety of your outfit. He was surprised, however, when the dinner resulted enjoyable and entertaining. David Hardy and Jack Layton looked at her with wonder ing at the moment they entered the restaurant, and her unbridled chou, happy, for both discrete attention accorded him. While eating delicious wine and savored the food requin tada, Sarah flirted openly with the two, feeling gratified, noting the growing mood of Sloan, during the night. Ah, his lesson was having an impact! His problem, it was boring, with David Hardy, after dinner.It was he who insisted that she accompany him to that social commitment? It was he who recommended that not dress like an old maid? And then, well! Was accom of the will of their sovereign head! However, at that point, David, who had been drinking, too, was beginning to become an annoyance. Amid compliments surface, squeezed it more and more., His hands restless touring behind their backs. - You are like Cinderella - he whispered in his ear. - When I saw her this afternoon, I found it completely erased. But now I see I was wrong. You know what? Whenever I go to San Francisco on business. Maybe we could get together

and have some fun, eh? " Sarah was getting scared. He tried to get rid of those arms, however, he squeezed harder. Did not want to offend the friend of your boss, just could not allow him to continue to take many liberties. The moment he decided to push it and say what he thought of that sung cheap saw Sloan, cold and serious, put his hand on the shoulder of David. - Sorry, David - spoke kindly, but with a particular nation, carrying the scarf and bag by Sarah. - It's time for me to take Mrs. Kincaid for his sister's house. I get to work early tomorrow morning. She did not have time or take leave of two men. Sloan grabbed her firmly by the arm and led her to exit rapidly. In seconds, hit the parking lot. - Between - Sloan ordered harshly, opening the car door, to then close it with unnecessary force. Nervous, Sarah watched him as he walked round the front of the car, tall, strong, impressive.Seemed angry. Is she gone too far in his play? However, he provoked the kind of reaction it. In this, the car left the parking lot at full speed. Before the house of Margaret, Sloan pulled the car sharp mind, angrily pulled the hand brake, turned off the key and finally turned to her. His jaw was tense, dark eyes shining, fuming. - What time you want to start tomorrow? - Per Sarah Gunter, with his hand on the latch of the door. - It may be that there is no tomorrow for you! - The teeth clenched evidenced all the rage.

- What do you mean by that? - She stared at him, put out dis will not be intimidated. For the heavy breathing of Sloan noted that he was making a huge effort to maintain self-control. - You know very well what I mean! On this night, you gave a pitiful spectacle, a dinner that should have been in business! Sarah looked away. - I do not know who is speaking. Sloan's reaction was immediate. He grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at it. - Do not give me that! - Shouted, studying it from top to bottom. - Using this dress provocatively, flirting with the poor David Hardy! It was awesome! Sarah was already losing patience. - Do not bother me! What about you? This afternoon he complained that I was a witch, now complains because someone was interested in me. There is no way to leave you satisfied, Sloan Sheridan?! I do not know how I act to make you happy! - Well, I'll show you how - there was a tone of anger in that sentence, and before she could see, was locked in his arms, and kissed with violence. Sloan shook her so hard she could barely breathe, felt a slight taste of blood on her lips, which in the momentum of the kiss, had been injured against the teeth. In vain, Sarah was struggling trying to get rid of those arms, the more fighting, more than the kiss became more passionate and he held her tightly. And when his tongue

explored her mouth with enthusiasm, began to feel the first signs of surrender inevitable. So your body love lished, and her lips have responded to it with passion. After a few minutes, Sloan looked up and gave him a long and penetrating look, at first angry and hostile, but gradually suit, to reveal the unmistakable glow of desire. - Sloan, please. . . This is crazy. You know it. It is better to let me leave now. He loosened the hug a little hesitantly. However, by seeing the desire also stamped on her face, shook it back against his chest. Sarah closed her eyes and parted lips, to receive the kiss, this time sweet, affectionate, tentatively provocative. So, hugged him, stroked her hair with all the tenderness, pulled him closer. Glide gently by the bank, while Sloan kissed it as he never had before, as never kissed anyone.Without thinking, she gave pleasure, dominated by feelings known, the whole body vibrating. His warm hands touched the cervix discovered that the neckline, the breasts sensually reaching, crying for caresses. In a true vertigo, Sarah slipped a hand under his jacket Sloan, pulled his shirt out of his pants and walked her back wide and strong. He felt it tremble. Then the hand resting in one of her breasts and her mouth was still covering his suddenly stopped kissing. Sloan, with a dazed expression on his face, dark eyes denouncing impact, turned, and grabbed her by the shoulders. - My God, Sarah! - He whispered sincerely sorry. - What have I done!

Abruptly, Sarah returned to reality. "What have I done," he thought desperately. At a glance, broke away from him, trembling from head to toe. Then covered her face with her hands, struggling to regain control, restore the strength to get out of the car and go home. Sloan lit a cigarette and, after a long silence, with the taste of eternity, he turned to her. - Sarah, I do not know what to say. I solemnly promised would not try anything, and the first opportunity, I behave like an irresponsible teenager! - He stopped, took a few puffs on his cigarette and continued. - The fact is that today you made me so furious, leading to David Hardy, allowing him to touch her. What about me? I was completely out of my reach! Sarah took off her hands from her face, finally managing to organize your thoughts. He glanced at him, leaning back in his seat, still smoking. In this, Sloan turned to her and smiled sheepishly, a little sad. - The worst thing is that I'm afraid I find that the more a woman than as a secretary. - He was silent, thinking a little, before adding: - And that means a lot! A feeling of anger swept over Sarah. Of course, not matter what he wanted! Like happened with Derek, where their desires, their convenience, in the first place. What she wanted, it did not matter! - Well - said, his voice controlled. - What do you propose then? Sloan looked at her slightly surprised, sat up on the seat

and crushed the cigarette in the ashtray. - First of all, I propose that farewell - and said he looked at her, that neither blinked. Even wanted to leave the job! After - continued - I propose to take her to bed as soon as possible. - Though you can find another solution! I have no intention of being the next on their list of conquests. - He gave a wry smile. - I'm not even your type. I am far away from the dark, who frequently walks! He took her hand and took it to his lips. - Oh, of course it is - looked at her intensely. - And as for achievements, you know very well that this works in two directions. You want me as much as I want. - Okay, I will not deny. I admit that there is a physical attraction between us. But what will happen when it passes? He shrugged his shoulders in a gesture of doubt. - To be trying to guess the future? Let's follow our desires, seize the moment. I have never known any woman to let me as crazy as you let me. - He put his hand gently on her face. - I think it's because of the outside cold. He makes the flames that burn inter nally much more devastating. Sarah was tempted to give. It was impossible to deny the strong attraction that existed between them. However, he remembered the words of his sister. "It will not do any harm to sleep with him, but for God's sake, do not fall in love!" The problem was exactly that. His nature would not let her live a purely sexual relationship with Sloan, however much

we wished. He had to admit to herself that danger was near Samento fall in love with him. And this risk would not run! - Sorry, Sloan - spoke calmly. - Sorry, but I can not. Really, I'm not your type. The relationship that you propose to me does not work. I'm not interested in a momentary involvement. He narrowed his eyes to see it better. - You are a liar. Or very cowardly. - Possibly - faced him firmly, his hand on the latch of the door. - My answer is no. - Right! Suit yourself. Do not think I would be implosion stands by his affection. Sarah jumped out of the car. There was nothing else to do. Margaret would take a few days, then fly to San Francisco and find another job. From the garden, heard him even say: - I want to start early tomorrow morning's testimony, so we can come back at lunchtime. I come pick you up at eight. She could not believe those words! Was he made of stone? He opened his mouth to protest. - But ... - Do not argue with me, Kincaid. Be ready at eight. - Sloan started the engine of the car and went slowly, leaving stunned Sarah in half to a flood of thoughts developed cons. CHAPTER VI

- Tell me about your husband - Sloan asked when they began the journey back to San Francisco. The testimony of Jack Layton had finished well ahead of schedule and, therefore, Sloan decided to take a longer road, but much prettier, which skirted the coast. - Not much to tell - Sarah replied, unwilling to enter into such a painful subject. Although the attitude of his boss had been professional, dis sented and dry throughout the morning, she was still suspicious. As neither of them made the slightest reference to what had happened the day before in his car, she was in terrible confusion. During a sleepless night, had taken the resolution to leave the job because, given what had happened, could not continue working for Sloan. However, his behavior that morning was so quiet and respectful, she came to doubt that everything that had hap tissue. - Well, at least, your husband must have had some name Sloan continued. - Or you used to call him Mr. Kincaid? - His name was Derek. - How long you been married? - Only a few months. In fact, we live together only two months. - How did Derek died? - Insisted, impassive behind sunglasses. - He died in a car accident. Why so many questions? - No reason, just curious lawyer. You worked for me for five years and know very little about his life. And whose fault was that? It was him, who always treated

like an efficient machine. Next, Sarah reflected better and concluded that was not being fair, on one side wanted to avoid a personal relationship with the other, resented the fact that he have her as a person unknown to her desire to be aroused. - Well - began to explain, hoping to put an end to that conversation - it was a short marriage, not happy, I want to forget. - However, you kept his last name. And wear a wedding ring. Why? Need Protection? - As she answered nothing, Sloan went on: - Why was it, Sarah? He would betray you? Questions nuisance Sarah left furious. Knew the interrogation technique of his boss, he had seen him many times in action, a jury. - That's right - said, aggressively. - Since the first week. Are you satisfied now? We change the subject? Dip this way in the past only served to revive all the pain, the humiliation he felt during that brief marriage. I had to forget it at all costs! - All right, calm down. I recognize a hostile witness instantly. Already understood the message.Let's stop and eat something. Lunch and rest of the trip took place in a mild climate, with the talk was about professional matters, the main mind if Alvarez. Sarah listened, visibly concerned when Sloan revealed what would be your plan of defense in court and would rely on the testimony of Layton. Neither noticed when they left the main road and took a sideline. Only when it skirted the cliffs of Hundred Mile Drive is that it

distinguished the different path. - Hey, where are we going? - Since we do not hurry, I thought we could very well make a quick visit to my family. - Sloan followed by a circular area, where there was a parking lot and turned off the car engine. A little below, built on rocks, there was a beautiful wooden house. - Do you mind? Sarah, realizing that something was getting out of his control, looked suspicious to him. - Sloan, if you think ... - Do not start to discuss, Kincaid. When I stop to see my father and my sister when I walk by.We will be up to one hour. After all, I'm paying for your time. It was strange to imagine that Sarah Sloan had a father. She seemed always so self-sufficient, confident and authoritative, that the idea of a family did not go well with it. However, when he met Mr Sheridan, a tall, handsome man, about sixty years, the similarity between them was so evident that it just amused by the foolish thought that I had. Mr. Sheridan was extremely happy to see Sloan, and Sarah could not miss the great affection that existed between the two, expressed the warm embrace each other in the games, the good-natured teasing. - What a joy to see you, my boy - his father said, hitting the back of the child. - But, as it is my birthday and I do not need money, I can not imagine because it gives us the honor of your presence. Sloan smiled, before the sarcastic comment of the father.

- Well, sometimes I need to come here, to see how will my elderly father. . . see if it was not obsolete. . . Sarah was stunned, the old, however, seemed to find it funny that Sloan had just said. He laughed and then turned to her. - You see what type I created? - He shook his head, pretending resignation. - If you got to work with him so long, should be a model of tact, patience, persistence and fortitude. To put up with it, you must be a rock. - In this I agree, though, among my qualities, you have forgotten to mention a great sense of self-preservation. Mr. Sheridan laughed again. Sloan was undecided between amused or offended by the comment it ironic, but final mind, could not stop smiling. And that smile was so beautiful Sarah's heart beat dangerously. - As you can see, my old - Sloan said - I also have my crosses to bear. One is undoubtedly the insubordination. Although he directed his father, his eyes quickly landed on Sarah, who saw in them a glow of affection. In this, Mr. Sheridan flashed, happy for her. - Pay no attention to it, Sarah. We both know that is bossy and annoying. Have no doubt that I am completely on your side. With that, Mr. Sheridan grabbed her arm and led by a steep pitch, to the house. As they approached, Sarah saw a tall, thin woman with black hair, resting on a wooden pillar. The hand of Mr. Sheridan shrank almost imperceptibly in his arm when they got near the girl. - This is Kathleen - he exclaimed in a tone of forced

cheerfulness. - Feel better, honey? I have a surprise for you. Look who's here! The woman said nothing. Sarah looked at her best. It was beautiful, but looked like a nervous person and it also gave the impression of having to make a great effort to stay standing. As for Sloan, hugged her protectively and kissed her on the forehead with immense affection. - This is my sister, Kathleen. Kathy, this is Sarah Kincaid, my rebellious desk. Kathleen looked suspicious to Sarah and then for the brother, showing insecurity. Sloan continued to support her, with tenderness, until finally, she smiled and held out a hand weak. - Nice to meet you. Sarah held her hand that trembled like a frightened bird. - So, Kathy - said the old man, very excited - think Ms. Anthony can get something to feed the two hungry travelers? Kathleen's father looked totally confused, not knowing what to do, but soon Sloan stated: - Sorry, Dad, but we have to go soon. - What a pity So at least we have something. - In fact, Mr. Sheridan was more relieved than disappointed. - Kathy, please take Sarah to the toilet. - Yes, of course. As they went into the house, Sarah deduces that every word, every gesture of the woman required a superhuman effort. He began to imagine what it would be wrong with

it. Was beautiful, her hair was thick, short and curly, which intensified its air of fragility. The pale face contrasted with eyes as dark as the brother with the difference that in them there was only indecision and fear. Back to the balcony, he joined the others for a drink. Kathleen, changes, twisting a handkerchief in his hands, immersed in a world of his own. When Sloan spoke to her, she shuddered violently. - It has painted very, Kathleen? For the first time, his eyes showed enthusiasm. - Yes, I painted a little. - Can I see? - He asked. - Can. Come, I'll show you. Once they emerged, Mr Sheridan turned to Sarah, looking at her with open sympathy. His eyes were kind and seemed to tell him something. - Do not be frightened by Kathleen - said at last. - She had a serious nervous breakdown a few years ago and never managed to recover. It is perfectly able to lead a normal life, it has the feeling of being protected. With me, it feels safe and count on the help of Ms. Anthony to take care of it. - Oh, sorry. I had no idea. . . Sloan never told me anything. How sad! Your daughter is so beautiful ... - I am not surprised that Sloan did not say anything. You know, the two have always been very united and still are. I think the respect he has for his sister's what makes it aside. But what surprises me is that it has brought up here. It is the first time he does it. - The first time? I do not understand.

- Sloan is very attached to Kathleen. And too keen to protect it. I know my son has had a life long ... very busy, but he never brought any of her friends to meet her sister. That said, got very close to Sarah. - You must be really special for him. - Oh, no! You are wrong. I'm just his secretary. Mr. Sheridan looked at her with disbelief and was about to say something more, when Sloan appeared. Kathleen not with him. - If you're trying to seduce Sarah, Dad, give up. This is totally impossible! Seeing that look of scorn on his face, Sarah was red with rage. Sloan was just a perk! Mr. Sheridan, attentive to the reactions of both, has his arm around her, an attitude of support and faced the child would be mind. - Well, if the tactic you use is this, I am not surprised that has failed. In my opinion, Sarah, for being the subject of comment as unfortunate as it deserves, as a reward, a week of paid time off. Sarah just amused at the harsh way in which the father scolded his son. Thankfully, smiled at him. - So I met him, I thought you and Sloan were very similar. However, I now realize that his son did not inherit all his qualities. Mr. Sheridan leaned his head back, a loud laugh. - Well, Kincaid - Sloan responded. - I was amused enough for today. Now we have to leave. It was dusk when they came to town and crossed the bridge to the side of oaklea. During the trip almost did not

exchange words, each immersed in their own thoughts. Sarah discovered a new facet of Sloan that afternoon, something I never suspected existed. The deep affection he felt for his father, the relationship between both free and, above all, the affection showed by Kathleen. All this came into conflict with the appearance of cold and ruthless man she knew so well. Another thing that intrigued him was the statement that his father had done. According to Mr Sheridan, the son had never taken a woman to the house, a fact that gave data to conclude that she was special. Special? Sarah refused to believe such a comment. Watched him askance. Thoughtful, attention on the traffic. Sarah had an impulse to hug him, stroking his hair, his lips landing on his. But he restrained himself, despite the urge to launch, in time, a romance with him. Even temporarily! Never wanted to Derek with the same passion with which he wanted Sloan Sheridan. Any type of involvement, no doubt, would give his empty life a new dimension. On the other hand, feared that, rightfully so, the inevitable disruption had a devastating effect, causing the same suffering they had passed some time ago. Faced with this situation, only one way out, unfortunately painful. Sloan to resign as leader and as a lover. Better get out of his life, when it was still possible, than be destroyed later. He would have to understand your situation. - Sloan ... - Sarah ...

The two asked while staring up, tense. - I want to tell you about Kathleen. They were in front of her house. In a quiet street full of houses with gardens, children played here and there, cheering the environment. One of the neighbors, Mrs.. Morgan, watering your plants, without taking his eyes off the elegant Mercedes parked. - Would you like to eat something? - Sarah invited. Had much to talk and could not do it at the Chambers river, over the phone, let alone out there in the car, with so many people around. - Nothing special, a grilled steak with cheese, a salad, some fruit. What do you think? Sloan looked at her. - We can go out to eat at a restaurant, if you want. - No, I prefer to avoid public places. - So, okay. Let's see if you're so good cook as secretary e. . . Would say "woman", was silent, however, in order not to provoke it. As for Sarah, had the impression that he was teasing her, but she sighed with relief, noting the serene face, kind of watching her. Swallowed dry. It was much more difficult to resist the Sloan tender and mild. - What place more enjoyable! - He said, contemplating the living room, decorated in soft, full-color painting on the walls clear. - It looks like you. - That's a compliment or a criticism? - Sarah asked, entering the kitchen, with Sloan ago. - A compliment, of course. Have you ever seen me do some criticism? She gave a half-lap and looked at him with an amusing

irony. He laughed. - Sit down - called, pointing to a stool near the table. Want a beer? A martini? - A beer would be great. Come take me. Dinner can wait. Sarah picked up the beer, two glasses and sat in front of him. - Serve you. I always end up leaving a collar of foam too large. After filling the cups, Sloan took off his jacket, loosened his tie and lit a cigarette. He leaned back in his chair, gave a sigh of satisfaction and drank a few sips in silence. - About Kathleen. . . - Your father told me that she had a nervous breakdown a few years. But did not elaborate. - Well, I do not want to bore you with our problems fami liar. In any case, I think you will understand what happened to her. - It took another sip and looked at Sarah intensively before continuing. - And maybe even get some benefit from her experience. It was very similar to yours. - Mine? - She tried to keep her voice steady, although he feared what was coming next. - Yes Kathleen always enjoyed a stable financial and financial situation before ... of his illness, was especially beautiful. It is still, but now is only a shadow of itself. The funny thing is that, as in the many beautiful women, she did not believe in their beauty, did not feel safe being able to attract someone of their own qualities. A question of self confidence, you know? His eyes penetrated deep into Sarah, briefly ins sented.

- So, Kathleen fell in love. Our mother died when we were still children. Dad and I did everything to protect it, although not always the men to really understand the feminine soul. The fact is that the guy was very disappointing. However, we fear making a strong opposition to the relationship, to say how he was only interested in her money. You know the uncertainty of Kathy ... - And was this the case? The boy was right behind the money? - I believe until he loved her. But it was weak. Kathleen was a calm person. And very romantic.George wanted to move, fun, sophistication. He found all ... just not in my sister. - I understand. - Sarah Kathellen understood very well and suffered for it. Knew what I was feeling sorry to see a dream of love apart. - Well, the truth is that ... - Sloan's voice became harder he betrayed her, several times. Then came the divorce and Kathleen was involved in its shell, you'll never left. - He finished his beer and put the cup on the table, in a brusque gesture. - It's a big waste ... a tragic desper unwrought ... Sarah stood up and began preparing dinner. In silence, opened another beer for Sloan, unable to look at him. After placing the steaks on the grill, and even preparing the salad, began to speak back to him. - You want to say that I acted the same way, Sloan? - No. Of course, you are much stronger than my sister. Has a job that requires a lot of vitality, takes care of your own home. Finally, leads a normal life.

Sarah turned back to him. - So ...? - Still, both cases are a waste. Kathleen is running the world. You're running away from herself. - But why this sudden concern for my well-being? - Asked, embarrassed at being the target of an analysis so shrewd. - Only that, Sarah, believe me. Only concern. She finished preparing dinner, set the table and sat down in front of him. He laughed bitterly. - I must conclude, Sloan, who at his high IQ to the idea emerged that, predicting how dramatic consequences cas for me will convince me to fall on your bed. A kind of therapy. He put a piece of steak in his mouth, without, however, you feel the flavor. He took a swig of beer. - No, not that. - He chewed thoughtfully, without taking his eyes off her. - I do not have to resort to tricks that level to take you to bed. You know that very well. They exchanged a few words more acidic until finished dinner. - You can give up his claim - said Sarah, with voice controlled, taking the table. - Never come between us. Suddenly, he reached out and grabbed her wrist with such force that one plate was broken on the floor. Both faced was furious. - Why is it so stubborn? - Tense, Sloan forced her to sit on his lap and hugged her. A sense of panic seized her when he kissed her gently but sensually. - Has the courage to say that I feel anything? - Strong hands caressed her breasts

intumescent. - Not now? Sarah was thrilled with that touch and needed all his strength to meet his gaze without flinching. - No, I do not feel anything. Please let me go. I might as well take care of myself alone. Faced with such determination, Sloan finally dropped his arms. In a jump, Sarah got up, smoothed her hair, skirt, and was taking the dishes to sink, slowly. He began to wash the dishes. - I think I'd better leave the firm. You must give me that competition can no longer work with him. Wiped the dishes nervously, waiting for a reply that never came. Then, unable to bear any longer the anxiety, turned and gave him standing, his coat in his hand, adjusting his tie in an elegant gesture. "It lit this house," she thought, feeling weakened ... - You're right, Sarah. I hate to lose it, as a secretary and in other ways too. . . But I see that nothing can change its decision. - Yes, Sloan. That is true. He was desperate, just imagine the empty days that would from now on. However, Sloan love with such intensity, could not bear to have an affair superficial and passenger with him and at the same time, continue to be his secretary, as if nothing had happened. His life would be hell! - You do me a favor, Sarah? I know quite what I ask, however, is really important. - What is it? - You'd be up to the trial Alvarez? - He saw that she

hesitated. - Listen, I need you. Only one more month. The trial will be in early August. You can leave before that time or take vacation, if you prefer to decide calmly about his resignation. Enormous anguish was stamped on the face of Sarah. - I do not know, Sloan. . . - Okay, I realize that I am not the best leaders ... - Not so! You know it! - Right. I admit I broke my promise not to go ahead of you. I will not apologize for it. Just know that my attitude was a kind of compliment. Another thing, I will not promise more than able to meet. As for working together over a month, warn you that I will be out of the office most of the time. You see, you'll be in complete safety. - He paused. - Do I really need you, Kincaid. Sarah struggled in doubt. On the one hand, its preservation instinct told him not to yield, on the other, their sense of responsibility not allowed to leave Sloan, the mo ment in which a very important trial was about to happen. Now, what would your reason to dictate! - One month, Sloan. One month only. CHAPTER VII

During the next three weeks, Sarah barely had time to breathe, let alone worrying about any kind of personal involvement with Sloan. The handling of other cases it fell on her, so that your boss and Warren could spend most of

time preparing the defense of Dr. Alvarez. At this point, mid-July, all the research work was done: taken depositions, interrogatories completed documents examined from every angle. Poor Dr. Alva rez, each time he entered the office, looked more scared. Sarah was convinced that was the correct resolution to stay in employment. Obviously, the success of the defense depended on it, but with his work, was relieved of much of the Sloan tasks, leaving you free to focus all their attention on the trial. At this stage, he and Warren went immersed in the preparation of the summary of facts, the jury instructions, the choice of witnesses subpoenaed to testify at trial. The defense chiefly relied on the testimony of Jack Layton, who had studied in detail, not to escape any detail. According to Jack Layton, Martha, in fact, was sixteen, not fourteen as his lawyer claimed. As Mrs.. Layton, had not only been unfaithful to him several times during the marriage, and encouraged her daughter to have early sexual experiences, in order to acquire coping skills and increase their power of attraction. - What nonsense! - Sarah could not help but exclaim, on an afternoon when Sloan dictated to some excerpts of the testimony of Layton, to include the summary of the trial. What kind of mother is this, that gets to the point of pushing her daughter to a life as inconsequential? - Basically anyone who sees your personal magnetism to leave and he wants to revive the lost youth, through her daughter - was his bitter comment.

- How times have changed! I well remember Mom and Dad always waiting for Margaret, controlling everything she did, for weeks angry because one day she came home late. With that over-zealous treated her! - And they felt that way only with Margaret? - A slight smile sprouted on the lips of Sloan, making Sarah look down. - She was the shot of us two ... - And you were well-behaved, I suppose. - More or less, Mr. Sheridan. Seeing him sit back in his chair, so calm, so elegant and beautiful, Sarah felt that his presence has made his heart beat faster. Just another week, he thought, and be free of the fascination of this man forever. However, that was exactly what she wanted? Looked at it again. He will turn the chair and, with his elbows on the table, one hand on the chin, slowly went over the transcript of the after treatment of Layton. There was no doubt, was so hopelessly in love with Sloan, that when he left the office, your life would have more meaning. Again, asked if had been right to refuse a development involving love with him. From the dinner at his house, the attitude of Sloan became a model of respectability. Not a word or a look that indicated his interest in it was not strictly professional. The strange thing is that he had no news of another victory that he had done, since he had sent the usual card Ariel Boone, two months ago. He was still one weeks ahead. A week saw him every day, listening to his voice, standing next to him. A week of

torment, desire to touch him, to confess that I loved him. For the staff of the office would say only that he would leave on vacation. Deep down, did not want to close all the doors, since it had decided definitely whether he would or not to work with Sloan. . . In his last Friday at the office, Sarah spent most of the day cleaning the table and rearranging the files to make it easier for the person to replace. Ginny perfectly take care of everything for a few weeks, as she explained in detail the other cases, Sloan and left a typed list with the specificities of each. Luckily, Sloan had been absent all day. Jack Layton had suffered a car accident, a fact that forced him to go running to Santa Barbara, in the company of Warren. Tavam need to know if the witness would be able to testify in the judge ment, which would be held in two weeks. For Sarah, was actually a relief not found in the Sloan quele last day. It was after five o'clock when he gathered his things and left the hall. Although he knew that that could not be his last day, he was only disorient and tada, as if suffering an irreparable loss in his life. That night, barely set foot inside the house, Sarah heard the phone ring. He ran to answer it. - Sarah - Sloan seemed very busy - I know you are officially on vacation, but I ask one more favor. Just listen to that voice so dear, a shiver ran over his body, causing it to vibrate. - Jack Layton is in bad condition.

Sloan connected Santa Barbara, and instantly, she picked up the notepad and pencil. - Not be able to testify? - Following the same scheme as before, she tried to speak so cold and impersonal. - No - the response was harsh and disappointing Sloan. - My problem is that, since I request a postpone ment before the Court. The case is that he is severely wounded and doctors fear they will not survive. Sarah had a start, Jack Layton was the key witness Sloan. Without it, the chances of getting the acquittal of Dr. Alvarez decreased dramatically. Of course we still could use his recorded statement, made under oath, however, the ability to Sloan in a court of jury questioning a witness, was his greatest asset. - I'll let Warren here - Sloan continued - and that is why I need you. As a last stand, we agreed to go to Marin County tomorrow, try to get some compromising photos of Martha Layton and her mother. Remember that Jack told us, during testimony last month, he suspected that they were living with two guys who were ready and some spicy little parties? If I get those pictures I will increase my chances of defense of Dr. Alvarez. - He waited a bit before continuing. - I will not be able to do it myself, Sarah, and Warren need to stand by Layton. You help me? - Absolutely! - She replied with determination. - What do I do? - Good! I knew I could count on you! I knew I would not let me in hand! Deep breath and arranged to pick her up at three o'clock

the next day. They would drive to Marin County and find the quiet place where mother and daughter lived. With a little luck, discover a safe point of observation and from there would take some pictures to prove how the two actually lived. - And use something comfortable, that serves to climb hills and take long walks. The terrain there is very rough. Only after you have disconnected the phone that Sarah is better reflected. That same afternoon had taken a resolution never to see and Sloan, however, had to agree to spend a few hours alone with him. Have we ever learn? Later, lying in his bed, he remembered the conversation. Without a doubt, could not have given a different response to Sloan. How to refuse to help him, when he most needed it? It would Sarah Kincaid, if he did. The next day, at three o'clock in the afternoon, the Mercedes parked in front of the house of Sarah. Following instructions from Sloan, she donned jeans, a cotton shirt and put on a pair of sneakers. To become more comfortable, had arrested her hair on top, a loose and coke, in order to help as possible, placed in the bag a notepad and several sharpened pencils. Inside the car, Sarah, with the beating heart, Sloan looked furtively. He wore black jeans and a gray T-shirt fabrics, which marked clearly outline each of his muscular chest. The tan skin, the expression relaxed, disheveled hair caused him such an impression, that he felt compelled to satisfy the desire to grab it right there in the car. Then, as

befitted efficient secretary, who was still, he managed it. During the trip, he was reporting on plans for this tour in the same dry tone and always professional, to which she was accustomed, gradually, the disturbance it gave way to a growing interest in what Sloan wanted to do. - I need you to help me with the photo graphic equipment he explained, as followed by increases that dominated the town of Sausalito. - But mostly as a witness in case something happens to the film. That is, if we are lucky and we saw something worth presenting to the court the jury. - What exactly are you hoping to find? - They had now reached the state park and followed by a road, full of people picnicking, toward a more dense forest. - According to what Jack Layton told us, the two women have the habit of receiving guests male and ofe Recer cuddling. Their house is in a secluded spot, protected from prying eyes by a high fence. Additionally, is built on a steep hillside, a truly inaccessible. The paved road ended abruptly, and from then on, there was only one way to earth. Sloan parked the car in a clearing behind some bushes, where it would be hidden, and turned off the engine. Then she turned to her, the clenched jaw, the muscles under her blouse very tense. - There is no danger - warned her, calmly - but the terrain is difficult and may have to wait a while. Another thing, that story you come to testify about what he saw here, if necessary, would remain. Is it agreed? Sarah looked away. The only danger that threatened the man was at his side, in the car. I was so close that she could

see a vein pulsing in his forehead, feeling his breath. - Come on - she said. Sloan smiled and took the back seat of a camera, binoculars and a pair of leather gloves. They left the car and began walking through a shortcut of land in the midst of a dense vege tation. After nearly half an hour silent walk, he made a sign to arrest him. - You keep me waiting here. I'll take a look. I want to make sure that the place is the same. He advanced in the woods and, minutes later, reappeared. He called Sarah, who immediately followed him through the thick vegetation, taking care not to stumble over fallen logs and not even scratch the lower branches. In front, Sloan, using leather gloves, was leading the way with some difficulty. When we finally reached the high fence surrounding the pro ownership, the arms of Sarah burned, covered with small scratches. Dirty, sweaty, but determined to go to the end, they settled where they could see the house color pink, through a gap in the fence. The site, very nice, mainly due to the bright blue swimming pool, looked deserted. Sarah looked Sloan, questioningly, and he shrugged. - We will have to wait. Was what they did. While Sarah took care of the treatment team photo, Sloan used the binoculars and watched the house and its surroundings. Spent one hour. Sarah, feeling the aching body to stay in the same position, began to fear that the dark night came before something happened down

there. It was already seven times, and soon, there would be no light. The air was terribly hot and no breeze to cool you. Breaking the silence, there was a buzz of insects and the occasional noise of the fall of a branch. Seeing Sloan calm in their attitude of waiting, Sarah sat on a log and ended up napping. Suddenly, however, was awakened by the shrill sound of a rock. At a glance, Sloan handed him the binoculars and picked up the camera, putting it on alert.Through binoculars, Sarah spotted some people around the pool. Were two women, using small bikinis and two men in Speedos. Talked, entertained, and all smoked one cigarette, probably marijuana. Soon, they began to dance to the sound of loud music, which did not actually cover up the laughter and squeals that gave. Sarah was astonished to recognize Martha Layton and her mother. So that was the girl who seemed to have come from a convent? What a joke! In this, the scene at home was becoming more suggestive, a shuttle bodies grasping. Sarah, sorry for dr. Alva rez, forced to watch impassively to all the details of that show. Looked at a glance to Sloan. Squatting, the whole body tense, not stop to take pictures with a telescopic lens attached to the camera. - Great. I got what I wanted. Let's go - he said, after some time, and again went ahead, pioneering. He walked so quickly that Sarah came to stumble in the effort to

accompany him. - Hurry! We have to get out of here before dark. - I'm walking as fast as I can. I'm not used to it. However, he concentrated more following him, complaining quietly, until suddenly lost his balance, been falling in the middle of a thorny bush. Instantly, the head, face and arms were burned because of the terrible scratches that he caused. In a panic, the struggle to get rid of thorns became more entangled. Then, unable to free herself, she screamed for help. - Easy, Kincaid - Sloan said, angry - so you make things worse. Startled, Sarah stood motionless, resisting the natural impulse struggling amidst the prickly branches that kept her prisoner. Sloan, in turn, acted with calm and competence. Making use of leather gloves, her hair loosened and removed the branches that will hurt your face. Then carefully recital was withdrawn, one by one the thorns that covered the shirt, until, holding her hands, pulled her, putting her feet. She closed her eyes letting themselves be guided to a safe spot. Then, relieved and shaky at the same time, fell into the arms of Sloan. The embrace was comforting. He stroked her hair revol ted, suffering face, so softly, that she ended up ACAL command, supported chest ache. - Is that better? - Asked, lifting her chin. Sarah took a deep breath, wiped her eyes with the back of his hand and smiled.

- Yes, thank you. - So it's good to give out of here now. The sun had disappeared, the air cooled. The lightweight shirt that Sarah wore could not protect it from moisture of the night, making her tremble. It was there that look more closely, he realized in horror that the thorns had torn his shirt in several places. The lace bra was on display as well as a good part of the bust and sensual round so often tried to disguise, through straight and loose jackets. Flushed, folded his arms forward in a gesture of defense, and looked for Sloan, whose shirt was also a little ras gada. He laughed good-naturedly. - Not exactly like Adam and Eve in paradise, but close to that state of grace - and he said, before the constraint treatment of his aide, said, laughing even more. - Let's silly, Sarah and I see a lot more than that on the beach every day! Come on now, we're getting there. This time, Sloan slackened his pace, so that Sarah could accompany him. When you hit the shortcut, she was so exhausted he could hardly keep moving. Sloan looked at her impatiently and then lifted her in his arms. - No, Sloan - Sarah protested, as he continued to walk. - Let me rest a bit, I can walk. - Can anything. Be quiet! It was useless to argue with him. Sarah put her arms around the neck of Sloan, relieved not having to walk and glad to be born that way. When they finally reached the car, he put it on the floor, unlocked the door and threw in the back seat all the equipment he carried. Feeling a little dizzy,

Sarah leaned back in the car, with the uncomfortable feeling that his back was stuck to the shirt. He grimaced in pain and began to tremble. - Turn around - Sloan ordered, really. She obeyed. Wow! Their backs are covered with blood! He immediately grabbed a blanket that always brought the car, wrapped it and very carefully, made it accommo dasse the vehicle. He went around and sat down beside her. From then on, Sarah was aware only of the sound of the engine in motion and comfort of Sloan's arm on his shoulders. With his head resting on his chest, he fell asleep. When he woke up sore and disoriented, with the back burning, the car was stopped. He opened his eyes, he noticed that his head was held in his muscular chest, noticed the blanket and the hand holding a cigarette. With effort, straightened up. - How do you feel? - Sloan's voice, though firm, revealed concern. - I think better ... - Muttered, looking around. Were in a quiet street of a typical San Francisco neighborhood, with its rows of houses catching. - Where are we? - In my house. Their backs need care immediately tos. I was just hoping that you wake up. That said, put his hand on the latch of the door. Sarah tried di prevented him from leaving, but his back hurt him so much that she wailed uncontrollably. Still, he protested. - No. I'm fine. Please take me home. - Of course it's fine. I see her face. Now, obe dea and stop

complaining. I'll make a bandage on his back, call a doctor, if necessary, and then take her home. Do not argue, Kincaid! - Okay. - At that time, had no strength to fight his determinations. Sloan helped her into the house and led her down a flight of stairs to reach an impeccably neat."Looks like it," Sarah mused, looking around stopping the tasteful furniture. The large bed was covered with a quilt of a satin brown, which contrasted with white walls covered with impressionist paintings, which she suspected to have been painted by Kathleen. The soft beige carpet gave a harmonious tone to the environment. Sloan went into the bathroom, combined with the fourth, and opened a tap. Upon his return, gave him a velvet robe. - Go to the bathtub. Meanwhile, you heat up some soup. Do you think you need my help? - He gave a smirk. - No, thanks. I can get very lonely. He laughed in front of her shyness, and left the room. Once inside the bathroom, Sarah took care to lock the door. Between moans of pain and with much effort, she managed to get the shirt. The blood clot, drying his back injuries, which upon contact with hot water, terrible hurt mind. However, little by little, Sarah was being invaded by a feeling of well-being. He let himself be submerged for a long time. After the first impact, the hot water started to act as a stimulant, including weakening the tension. Nevertheless, he felt a little apprehensive. There she was, after weeks avoided personal contact with Sloan, in his

house, only a few rags to wear. Well, it was better to face the situation! Out of the tub and dried vigorously. Although the robe was huge for her, wrapped well and tied the belt fir enormously. Slowly, unlocked the bathroom door and peeked into the room. It was empty. Sighed, relieved. Found her purse on a chair and took the comb. Her hair was so embarrassed, that to comb it, almost came to tears. Standing in front of the mirror of the dresser, she combed until the wires fell again soft on the shoulders. He leaned his face look better. She had some scratches, but the shower washed the blood. His biggest problem was the back, who had suffered a greater impact in the fall. In this, the image of Sloan came through the mirror. The big eyes were staring at her intensely. - Hum, the appearance is much better! Come on, drink it gave him a bowl with steaming liquid. Once Sarah had finished the soup, Sloan took his bowl of hands and placed it on the dresser.He changed clothes, the hair was wet and brushed back, a soft scent of lavender male spread around the room, filling it with freshness. The two-faced for a few moments. The tension between them was palpable, there was electricity in the air. Sarah's heart started beating quietly, until, confused, she looked away, trying to escape, wanting to stay. - How do you feel, Sarah? - The relaxation of the voice was a little forced. - Well .. well. If you can lend me something to wear and take me home. . .

- Not yet. Before, I take a look at his back. - Sarah was serious, suspicious, given the slightest reaction from him. - For the love of God, Sarah! I will not rape you! Do not understand it until now? She had to agree, half ashamed. I could never confess that I was not afraid of him, but herself.The proximity between the two alone in that room, was becoming extremely dangerous. - Please, Sloan ... take me home. He stretched his arm as if to calm her down, leaving him, but then fell. - I'll take it. Promise. I found some clothes that can serve you. - He pointed to a cell, arranged in a chair. - But first, let me take a look at your back and spend some remedy. Finally, although reluctant, she followed Sloan to the bathroom. Once found a tube of antiseptic ointment, a cabinet, he grabbed her by the shoulders and made to give him back. - This will serve to decrease pain and to prevent injuries ignite - explained in a tone completely impersonal. Ante contact those hands on his shoulders, Sarah felt a shudder, which caused his body stiffens. Behind her, aware of the instant reaction and the difficulties of caring for those injuries, Sloan began to lose patience. - Want to know something, Kincaid? I can not look at your back, with that thick robe. Will have to remove it. Simply pretend that I'm the doctor. CHAPTER VIII

Sarah turned and faced the front Sloan seriously. - You must be joking! Never would take that robe in front of him! Even if his back were raw! - Listen, pour a little cream on my back. Since it is liquid, then drain. Sloan tried hard not to laugh. After a few seconds, shook his head as a sign of agreement. - Okay, you're the boss. It is too moral to allow me to deal with the matter as it should be treated. But then, if it infected, do not go blaming me, OK? Sarah opened her mouth to give a rude answer, but changed his mind. - Do not worry about it - said curtly, giving him back again. - Now, pour the cream soon, I want to go. She waited with eyes closed and hands firmly grasping the robe in front. Was prepared for the pain to come. Felt when his hands forced the neckline close to her neck, leaving your shoulders uncovered. Straightened, the contact fingers nimble rubbing the sensitive skin. - It is enough, Sloan - decided, after a few minutes. - For the love of God, I can not even get right on his back. Moreover, they are a sadness. He pulled over the robe. - I said that's enough! You do not need to see, to spread the ointment! Sloan gave a dramatic sigh, making her feel a hot breath on

his neck. - Ah, his stubborn ... Then will not blame me. . . - I will not blame you for anything! - Sarah was at the height of nervousness. - You be kind enough to end quickly with that? Inside, reprimanded himself for having allowed so much intimacy and concluded that that day was an absurd track pidez studies. All because of his heart of butter, which could not say no.And he earned it? Nothing, only moments of unbearable anxiety. - Why did you stop? What are you doing, Sloan? - I'm squeezing the tube to get the cream in my hand. Any objections? The exasperated response died at the mouth of Sarah. The sensation caused by those hands, going up and down gentle mind your back on fire, causing him a real shock. Repented again. Will Sloan had not exaggerated amended on the severity of their injuries? The scratches on the face and arm have not hurt more! Sarah nodded, being carried away by the rhythm of which is both of those fingers, almost a caress. Little by little, it was relaxing the back muscles. Sloan. . . In his mind, the outlines of his figure appeared firm, crisp. Sloan Sheridan, the head cold and uncompromising, that infer nizava at work. The tall and impressive, with resolute steps and piercing eyes. Was it really dangerous? Why on earth, resisted he so obsessed? It was therefore con concretely, what it wanted? Sloan ... the flow of thoughts was uninterrupted. Fisica

mind, felt a great well-being. So much so that loosened his hands, letting her robe slip a little more and des cover part of their arms.Previously, he had confessed to herself that she was in love with him, not confessed? So what would be wrong to engage in a romance, though pas sengers? Who knows, repentance was greater than the pain of loss, if he rejected the opportunity to give vent to feel Regulations to be removed, both the distressed ... Suddenly, the movement in his back stopped. Warm lips brushed her neck, first, so insi nuante, and then pressuring stronger. She remained motionless, waiting. Sloan played the long hair to one shoulder, while his mouth reached the ear uncovered. - Sarah ... Sarah .. . Her head spun, as in vertigo. Even of those things, leaned against the solid chest while he was embraced by the neck, with eagerness. The heart was pumping frantically both. Remained so tight against each other, briefly. Then Sarah turned her head to the side and the kiss happened, sweet, heady, inevitable. Vibrating, she responded, passionately, caress each received. He felt a hand sliding Sloan, very slowly, his neck, toward the open collar of her robe, reaching the sinuses. He felt a hand stop there a moment, for then traveled rer the stomach, the belly and climb slowly to the shoulder, hold it and make it turn to face it head on. Sarah opened her eyes, febrile much passion, and looked at Sloan. His hair, always so hairstyles were in disarray, falling over his

forehead.Tenderly, his hands rested on thick hair and silky, a loving gesture. His face was overcome with emotion. - Sarah, I want you. Desperately! She put her fingers on the sensual mouth and smiled. - I know. I also want you! Happy, Sloan took her in his arms, kissing her passionately, one, two, three, ad infinitum. Then he pressed the strong muscles of the thighs against her body and was little by little, leading him into the room in darkness. On the edge of the bed, however, stopped to kiss her and held her chin in his hands, causing her to lift her head. - Sarah, I said I was not going to force her to anything. That still stands. Just make love to you, if that is your desire. If you have any questions, I can take it home right now, before it's too late. She smiled teasingly, stroking his hairy chest. - The answer is yes ... The Sloan's face lit up, his fingers touched his vemente her face. - What are you, Sarah, that makes me so. . . so. . . He kissed her passionately, unable to finish the sentence. Her tongue eagerly explored the moist lips of Sarah, giving her electric waves of passion. - I see it, Sarah. Inteirinho. . . inteirinho. . . - In a quick move, he untied the robe and had undone drained to the mat. Sloan wondered, with obvious fascination, that body so long desired, stopping at every curve, every detail. Then, without taking his eyes off of Sarah, began to undress,

revealing the athletic, strong and lean, just as she imagined it to be. Delivered to a full embrace of joy. Sloan's hands slid gently across the length of the body of Sarah, while her mouth sucked her nipples, temper acids pleasure. It was like fire in his veins, RFLP heat that dominated. It was then burning their bodies joined in the ecstasy of loving kindness. Pulsed at the same rate, reached at the same time the total climax. Finally, satisfied and exhausted, both relaxed. When Sarah woke up, the first rays of dawn pene catch in the fourth thin muslin curtains. Moved up a little in bed and burned his back badly. It was covered to the waist and over her bare breasts rested a tanned arm. He turned his head on the pillow and gazed Sloan ador mecido beside him, also half covered his face buried in her shoulder. Sloan Sheridan. I could not believe it! Making love with it far exceeded anything he had dreamed. I never suspected it could feel as a woman! Indeed, a sudden, the idyll was in danger of ending, however, it only mattered when I was living.Did you know that novels Sloan did not last more than six months. For his part, would do everything pos sible effort to adapt to this condition. So thinking, picked up the clothes he had reserved and went to the bathroom. Let the water slowly fill the tub so that Sloan would not wake up with the noise, and as special rava that happened, went to the medicine cabinet in search

of an aspirin. Finally found what he wanted, but was surprised to see a shelf full of cosmetics. There were two lipsticks, a glass base makeup, mascara, shadow and a big pot of cleanser. All expensive, she knew the brand. It was a moment without action. It was obvious that Sloan should have received a number of women in her home in her bed before her. That was not a novelty. However, to obtain a concrete proof of his love life was something really shocking. He felt a chill.His skin became cold and suddenly, covered in sweat. He took the bottle of aspirin and went directly into the bath. Immersed in hot water, the skin is still painful, Sarah let your thoughts give twists and turns.Sloan loved and was willing to stay with him as long as was possible. However, for loving him so intensely is that everything became more difficult. After the bath, put on the clothes, although not strictly adjust it, were well-made and certainly very expensive. A pants dark red, soft wool, a white wool sweater. Colors of brown, he thought, as he examined the mirror, once again felt a shiver. Who would those clothes? Leonie? Ariel Boone? Perhaps, one of many others she met. Or, perhaps, one that she did not suspect? He returned to the room. Sloan still asleep. It would really be given herself to him with such passion that made her now dead of shame? In the harsh light of day, standing there, fully dressed in clothes of another woman, the whole episode took on another meaning.

He wondered how many women had not already been in the same place, watching the sleeping man. The memory of Derek and the jealousy that the abused every time the husband had to move away from the city, took it by storm. All lies. I could never go through the same troubles again. This laugh everything going towards the same end? But Sloan was not Derek, who was her husband and her sworn fidelity, solemn mind. . . a church. In this state of confusion, withdrew from the room slowly, down the stairs toward the kitchen. I needed a cup of coffee. Aspirin has not had the back end and burned continuously. He was sure he would feel better after taking something. On the way, he stopped on the ground floor, analyzing environments immaculately groomed, all furnished in the same elegant style and severe. Results striking personality of Sloan. There was a spacious living room with a fireplace, a dining room and then a small room that was to be his office. In the latter, a large desk of dark wood, with piles of paper and pictures, among which one of Mr Sheridan and another of Kathleen. On the walls, shelves full of books. In one corner, a huge globe. In addition, some exquisite detail completed the ambience. Sarah was about to leave the place, when a card caught his attention, the letter was Sloan, firm and old, in black ink. Bent to read it, attracted by something that seemed very familiar. "Little Shop, no hurt, no name and no date.

Sarah stopped, unable to draw definitive gesture. Probably, those words were meant to her. That would be for any woman who did not know? Stunned, he felt a heavy heart in the chest and all their happiness in an instant, disappeared.Cosmetics in the bathroom, the clothes he was wearing, the card ... I could not take it anymore!With much effort, sought to put thoughts in order, until, finally took a resolution. "Sloan went home and not go back to work with you. Please do not look for me and not my phone. I see now that could never work." He wrote, with lyrics nervosa, a piece of paper. Then, before you sign your name on impulse irresistible, yet added: "Little Shop, no sorrow. To complete the message, put your message to the side of his card. Hurried, and in the street, took a taxi to your home. Lying in the bank, plunged deep into his unhappiness. In the days that followed the episode so painful, Sloan gave no sign of life, which did not come to surprise Sarah. The trial of Dr. Alvarez would be within a week and a prominent lawyer should have a lot of work. Moreover, she knew the uncompromising attitude he assumed in relation to love affairs that passed. Certainly, in her case, the victory was a bit dubious, since he had only reached the delivery and had no time or get tired of their prey. How would have reacted, to find the ticket on the desk? What would have thought? There was no way of knowing. Despite knowing Sloan Sheridan reasonably well, there was a lot behind that mask cold and rude, it remained

a mystery to her. On Wednesday, Sarah received a call from his mother. - Come join us for dinner tonight, dear. We have sensational news! Was what she needed. Exciting events, which take away from that torpor. For three days, wandered around the house, unable to do anything and basically unable to get rid of the memories of Sloan. The hot kisses, caresses on your skin, body on body, dark face so full of passion, these and other images were chasing it relentlessly. And at night, everything came back in dreams. That night, when he arrived at her parents' home, was greeted with broad smiles. Evil came into the room, his mother was just telling the news. - Sarah, look how wonderful! The Bar Association is organizing a dinner in honor of his father, next month! - To confirm his words, gave him the printed invitation that was holding. - Oh, Daddy! I am so proud of you! - Sarah threw herself into his arms and kissed him warmly. - However, the noise that women do! Surely, this is the most delicate that they found me to say that I passed and that it is time to vacate the place before getting senile. - Maybe you're right, Dad. But never mind. Will see until you want to give away a gold watch, and it would be a profit, is not it? - Um, I think I'll just win a bronze plaque. - There are always good at everything. You can hang it next to the mirror in which shaves every day, only to remember

the figure that is important. They both laughed heartily. Were very similar and got along very well. Sarah's mother does not like the games. - You two! Listen, Sarah, why is encouraging this cynical attitude of his father? The tribute is a great honor and he deserves, without a doubt. Just wait until Margaret arrived. She, yes, know how to get such news. During dinner, the three talked about the fabulous event. Should happen in mid-August, three weeks away, in Claremont, a traditional hotel, old and imposing, in the hills of Berkeley, not far from campus. It would be a gala evening, where all the dignitaries I'll say to be present. Back home, Sarah wondered if Sloan attend the tribute. If the trial of Dr. Alvarez had already taken place, he certainly would participate in the dinner as well as the vast majority of former students of his father. Seeing him, that attitude would? What response to expect from him? In desperation, he decided to worry only when the time came. On the following Monday, began the trial of Dr. Alvarez. The papers reported every detail of the case, and Sarah followed the comments with great interest. The articles brought conflicting opinions, some condemned the doctor, even before the jury has been selected, others ensured that, with Sloan Sheridan defense, even Jack the Ripper, would leave innocent! On Wednesday, she received a call from Warren Langley. - Sorry disrupt your holiday, Sarah - the voice, looked

exhausted - but I can not find the transcript of the testimony of Mrs. Layton. Do you have any idea where it may be? Then Sloan told nothing about the fact that she does not return to work? What does this mean?Possibly, he was so busy that had forgotten the decision she had taken. Or maybe did not care. He thought a little, focusing on the organization of the office. - I usually save the transcripts of the testimonies of cases in progress in the bottom drawer of the largest file, which is behind my desk. The demand that is well signposted. - I dug into the drawer - Warren explained, anxious. - I know I got that folder, just that I can not find it! Sloan will flay me alive if you know that I lost! Sarah's mind was in full swing. - Listen, Warren, do not panic. It is only a copy. All documents must have been delivered to the Judge of the Court, before trial. I myself have sent Mrs. Layton there, after she signed. Go to court and ask them to make a copy for you. This will cost you a small fortune, but worth it, right? Warren sighed in relief. - A thousand times thank you, Sarah. I was about to shoot me the Golden Gate Bridge! Do not know how I want come back soon! The Ginny and struggling, but the poor do not have their memory or their competence. - Do not worry. Soon Ginny improvement! - He hesitated a moment. - How are things? What about the trial?

Warren began to speak, in a confidential tone. - So far, so quiet, but tomorrow we will launch a real bombshell. Nobody knows anything, not even Ginny. Look, do not count nor his shadow, right? Lighten Jack Layton will appear in court to testify. - Oh, Warren, this is fantastic! Good! Now Sloan is no longer need to use those photos. I'm so happy! - Pictures? What are you talking about? - From the photos that Sloan and I took Martha Layton and the mother, there in Sausalito. Do not you remember? You stayed with Jack Layton in Santa Barbara. Hence, Sloan asked me to accompany him to the house of the two. - Sorry, Sarah, but I do not understand anything. This time, who understood nothing was Sarah. Warren seemed so nervous because of the loss of the document would probably have forgotten the history of the photos. Or is that Sloan had lied? "This kind of thing has no more importance," she concluded and calmed down. - How is it, Warren? - Well, you know your boss. Always the same. The frowning face, shouting orders for everyone, impatient, demanding. But girl, is a man worthy to see the courts! Now mind, walk a little more tired and worried. Also, bearing the weight of this trial! - It must be so ... - Sarah, now I have to run. Thank you for the idea that I gave on the testimony of Mrs. Layton. I should know how to solve, without your help. Kiss. She hung up the phone and looked thoughtful.

It is even possible that Sloan had lied to her about the need to make that trip to Sausalito?Why? Surely he does not go that far, just to be alone with her and convince her to go to bed.Not a week's trial so important! That man was a real puzzle! Anyway, she was relieved, because those pictures do not need to be used in court. He found them repulsive. On the other hand, was glad that Jack Layton would testify. This would help greatly to defend Sloan. Another great victory of the famous SIOANI Sheridan! Is not there were limits to his intelligence, his ability to get what you wanted? The next morning, following an uncontrollable impulse, she went to the forum, to attend the trial.I wanted to be present when Sloan presented his key witness. The courtroom was filled with the jury and the session would be chaired by Judge Becker.Luckily, got a place hidden in the back. It was eleven o'clock and then only happened to the summary statement of the case before the recess in the morning. Sarah looked around. Did you notice the twelve jurors, whose faces mirrored the great responsibility that weighed on their shoulders. Judge Becker, with his imposing figure, sitting at high table, stroked the wooden hammer. In front of him, the Attorney General, accompanied by two assistants. Warren also spotted at the defense table, next to Dr. Alvarez. Where was Sloan? The moment the judge called one of the witnesses who would testify, the double doors opened and Sloan appeared,

pushing Jack Layton, in a wheelchair. People loose a cry of surprise. Judge Becker beat vigorously with the hammer. - Silence! Order in court! Soon tempers were calmed and Jack Layton might make his oath. For the next hour, Sarah was involved in the magic that radiated Sloan, exercising complete dominion over the audience. He wore a gray suit, impeccable, moved with such elasticity and acted with such authority, which left everyone spellbound. Sarah was literally amazed. Although the tactics it knew very well, seeing him perform was something indescribable. When Sloan finished, just before noon, she had full assurance that the jurors had also been convinced by the eloquence and brilliance of the great lawyer. The judge slammed the gavel and announced a recess for lunch. Sarah waited, anxious, its time to leave. Sloan did not want to find there. He had planned to leave the place before the end of the session, but was so involved with what they witnessed, which had lost track of time. In this, he realized that Sloan would glance around the room. He turned his head quickly, lest he identified: to be back, I believed he would not see, in the midst of so many people waiting to leave. Finally, the time Sarah came and she prepared to leave. Rather, unable to resist, gave a quick look back and met with Sloan, smiling and caring, her hand resting on the shoulder of a seated woman, whose face could not

see. Realized only through the movement of people, that the woman's hair were black. He left the court with uncertain steps and the street, he could hardly see in front. Had his eyes filled with tears. CHAPTER IX

On the night of the dinner of the Bar, Sarah gave watering, at home, their parents would get it. He had not had more news about Sloan. Warren Langley had called in the day that she should return from his vacation, and had been stunned when Sarah told him that he had decided to quit his job. Apparently, Sloan had not commented on the fact. Standing at the window, watching the quiet street, waiting for the father's car. Margaret and Robert had come to San Francisco, especially because of the dinner. Probably, the pro problems between the two were being circumvented. That night, she was peerless, kind of sad, felt a twinge of regret for not asking Warren to follow panha it. He remembered the conversation he had with him. Warren told him that Sloan had taken a vacation, soon after the trial, and had traveled, did not know where. He said he was exhausted after an event as stressful, although vito rivers, which will require months of preparation. Sarah strange the fact. It was the style of Sloan lose energy this way. Generally, he left a case for more complicated it was, came back eager to face a new challenge. Another

aspect also bothered her. Does he traveled alone or in company it turns brown in court? Right now, his family arrived and she ran through the garden to the automobile. "If Sloan went on a long track gem, she thought, as she perched on the bench," at least not be at dinner and not have to see it again. " The Claremont Hotel was a large and imposing building, located on top of a hill, surrounded by extensive and well tended gardens. Sarah remembered for several important co memoraes that the old hotel off stage. Since quinceaeras to receptions to high dignitaries and official events. Sarah sat at the head table, between Margaret and Robert, and examined the people present.That night, dressed up in a sophisticated way, wore a long white silk, deep mind lowcut, which highlighted the tan skin. Apro veiter the "extended vacation" to sunbathe and gymnastics. The makeup and carefully highlighted the contours of your face. During dinner, the privileged position they occupied, guarded the entrance of the hall permanently, without, however, perceive the slightest sign of Sloan. I hesitated between being sad or relieved, given the growing certainty that he would not attend the tribute. He turned to one side and soon recognized the blond head of Warren Langley. Sure, he could not evade explain his presence there, something very embarrassing. After dinner, speeches and liquors, the orchestra playing co successful preservation. The songs calm and romantic mind immediately attracted couples, who were gradually filling

the lane.Sarah danced once with Robert, another with the president for the Order, and, finally, with his father. - So, Dad, is very flattered by the amount of praise it received in the speeches? The golden-brown eyes, so similar to hers, their shared bri. - Oh, yes, Sadie. I think I'll lose all my clothes. I was too swollen! Nonsense! There has been much exaggeration in the pronouncements of people. The music stopped, father and daughter went back to the table, the quantity Warren Langley approached. Was alone. It would be impos sible not to talk to him. Then it did not make any difference the fact that the young lawyer discovered that Sarah was the daughter of John Tennant, director of the School of Law. - Sarah ... you are beautiful ... - Warren stuttered so much astonishment. - You know? Almost did not recognize! - How are you, Warren? I knew that my father, John Tennant. Dad, this is Warren Langley, one of the lawyers of the firm of Sheridan. The boy opened his eyes to the imposing man in front of him, completely stunned. Then looked Sarah that sor laughed, and turned back to her father. Finally, got over the shock and extended his hand. - Lord, is a great honor to meet you. I never know pen ... this is ... I did not know ... Sarah never told. . . Dean Tennant smiled. - I suspect that my daughter does not like you to know that we are as close relatives. It seems that is ashamed of me! A friendly attitude and good-humored John Warren

Tennant soon put at ease. He laughed and the three began to relate with cheerfully. It was then that Sarah saw him! The smile vanished from his lips and shook his hand, unconscious, the arm of her father. Sloan Sheridan walked toward them. Was much higher than most other men and was simply great in black tuxedo. He walked with an air of feline, safe and slow, with all the elegance of the world. Looking at it, Sarah had the impression that they are both completely alone in that crowded hall. His blood has strengthened come to boil, causing it to ignore the noise around you. Her hands were damp and cold, the heart was beating wildly and she was trembling so much that he was afraid to pass out right there. - Sloan! - She heard her father exclaim, as if far away. Sloan Sheridan! What a pleasure to see you here! - The pleasure is all mine, John. I just returned from travel. As the two men greeted each other warmly, like old friends who were, Sarah was gradually recovers rando. Fortunately, the father was at his side, to support it. Increased pressure on his arm. - I think I know my daughter Sarah. Finally, I managed to get her out of the shell in which he had gotten himself Dean Tennant laughed. - I suspect that she had to face the terrible decision to acknowledge before the world our relationship or stay home and miss this wonderful celebration. For a brief moment, the thick eyebrows Sloan stood up in

an expression of surprise. After a second, the brilliant lawyer bowed slightly. No serious face, Sarah identified an angry look. - Yes, of course. I know Sarah. His daughter. . well. Sarah blushed at the thought that the extension ... ment met. At that moment the music started. - Shall we dance? - Was the unexpected invitation she received. I could not refuse, especially since the father, smiling happily, had already removed to Warren, totally entranced with the picture that accompanied it. Sarah Sloan took lightly, keeping it away for a while. Bewildered, she just waited for the storm that sabaria over his head. Finally, he looked into her eyes. - You have a lot of explanations to give me - said, the authoritative tone that she knew well. Sarah did not hesitate. For voice, the tension of the muscles of the shoulder where she supported the other hand, by the way held, realized that he was extremely angry. Nervous, lost his step and almost tripped; Sloan shook it harder. So Sarah is recomposed. After all, had no reason to fear both sen tir. They were surrounded by people, and Sloan was no longer his boss. He raised his head and met his gaze proudly and coldly. - I do not know why I have to give explanations. But if you are referring to my father, there is no mystery. I just do not want to be accused of using his influence to get a job. - I was not referring to your father! Although he was real surprised to see the mind as a great man like John Tennant may have conceived a daughter as false and insensitive.

- Fake!? How dare you insult me like that? And you then? Cause I think you actually have to give me a number of explanations, instead of accusing me stay that way! Frankly, Sloan! Their eyes were shocked, translating the same anger, the hurt ma months. The two stopped dancing and stood there in the middle of the track. - Explain what, for example? - He asked, sharply. Sarah was a gesture of impatience, panting, barely able to speak. - For example, a lot of cosmetics in your bathroom cabinet, a real female wardrobe in your house, your hateful farewell note on the desk, a new brunette in the jury room, on the trial of Dr. Alva rez e. .. e. .. an outright lie about that horrible trip to Sausalito! Furious, he went charging him with hands on hips, regardless of the prying eyes of the people, forgetting that needed to be careful with that tricky neckline. Sloan was astounded, given the shortages that were allocated conferred. His eyes showed surprise for the courage she monsters to confront him in public. - What respectable list - said, sarcastically, studying it from top to bottom. So, with that embarrassed look that bared, with the ingratiating smile that he saw in his face, Sarah looked down to the neckline and panicked. Boldly, his ves had revealed what she had always sought to hide. In this, Sloan grabbed his hand. - Come here - ordered, pulling her to the exit, without

giving him time to react. - I'm tired of serving as a clown for all these people. Let's get out of here. I have a little talk with you and clarify once and for all a lot of things. In the garden, all cut by stone paths, Sloan led her to a wooden bench next to a fountain, and forced her to sit. - Now, Sarah Kincaid - he shouted, standing with clenched fists on hips - you will hear me. All that pa rafernlia a woman, who saw in my house belongs to my sister. Occasionally, I can convince her to come and spend some days with me, and to feel comfortable, try to keep intact the things she is leaving home on each visit. He paused, giving Sarah the opportunity to lap car. However, as she did not say anything, and avoid face it, continued in the same firm tone as before. - Only God knows why I'm giving so many explanations. You do not deserve! Anyway. . . That mysterious brunette, he saw the day of trial, Kathleen was simply. At that moment, Sarah raised her head and looked at him in surprise. Sloan ran his fingers through his hair thick, in a gesture of despair. - Sarah, you left me. Why? Why he left that morning? I thought. . . hell! I do not know what I thought that day! He sat beside her on the bench and held her hands. - The night we spent together was so perfect ... - Sloan's voice was now almost a whisper. - I had never experienced anything like it. Voc. . you me .. . He broke off, unable to finish the sentence. In its ros to a great emotion.

Sarah glanced at him. Sloan Sheridan lost the gift of speech? I could hardly believe it! Sitting there, with shoulders slightly hunched forward and his elbows on his knees, he caressed her delicate hands. Ape sar trying to react, Sarah's heart softened. - Sloan ... What can I say? How can I make you understand? - Sarah breathed slowly and deeply, to take courage to continue. - Once I said that was not his type. Actually, what I meant is that I have put up with conditions of a fling. As much as I vibrate at the moment as I am concerned, as much as I adore being with her, you need to understand that a relationship without commitment eventually to destroy me. T had a small sample of De rek and I do not want to happen to me again. - Damn! I'm not Derek! - He reacted sharply and grabbed her by the shoulders, forcing her to face him. - At least give me a chance, Sarah. You are so ma ravilhosa and I love her! He kissed her gently on the hair, forehead, tip of the nose, causing it to intoxicate with scent as familiar with that warm breath. - I know you want me too. . . You can not deny. . . Wrapped her in a hug, while his hands slid from behind naked, slowly, sensually. Sarah had a shiver of pleasure, to feel touched by the wide neckline, the breasts quivering. Only the memory of his family was inside the hotel, probably worried about his absence, meant that deliver unsuccessful, to succumb to whatever he wanted. Then, with great effort, raised his arms and pushed him lightly. - It's true, Sloan, I wish you - confessed, without revealing

much of those who loved him desperately. - But that is not enough. Listen, now I need to go. My family should be looking for me. They looked at it for a long time, before crossing the garden toward the hotel. When they reached the main entrance, Sloan stopped abruptly. - Good night, Sarah. Please give my congratulations again to his father. He turned and walked away. In weighing the heart in the chest, Sarah entered the ballroom. During the days that followed, she thought a lot in conversation with Sloan in the hotel garden.Relived every word, one, two, several times, examining them from every angle. Intrigued by the fact that he has been keen to give so many explanations. Generally, did not get the same work with other women. Instead, they were the ones that dogged him as he watched the ironic distance. What that meant to be this time? Furthermore, Sarah was not sure of the attitude taken. Rejected him, though he longed for, but loved him with all his might. Several times came to pick up the tele phone to call you, but those moments new doubt assailed. What significance would that card she found? And the strange voyage they had made to the house of Mrs. Layton? Does he invented everything, that lie brazenly about the importance of photographs? Desperation, did not understand the answers that satisfy.

It was with great joy that agreed to host his nephew for a few days, while Robert and Margaret departed on a second honeymoon honeymoon, to celebrate the reconciliation held between the two. On the appointed day for the return of the brother and sister, Sarah was kind of sad, missing boy advance. How to do a lot of heat, Billy wanted to play in the garden and the idea seemed excellent. Quickly, put a short on the breasts and tied a scarf, since it does not even bear to use a light shirt. While the boy was having a great time with their cars and trucks, Sarah turned the nozzle to water the plants withered. However, his attention has shifted to the monumental punches that Billy simulated, in the midst of a tremendous din. How sapeca loved that boy, full of vitality! Suddenly, Sarah could not stop him, Billy gave up a run where he was spitting and plunged into the water jet. Then laughed with satisfaction, seeing that was all wet. Sarah also ran and in an attempt to hold his nephew, just soaked. He almost lost his breath when the cold water touched her warm skin, however, gave some laughing, the moment that Billy, with the hose in his hands and washed her from top to bottom. - Very well, boy - she screamed, able to grab him - his mother will be here soon and flay me alive if you find this state! He carried the little Billy, who still insisted on playing, and was walking to the house. Suddenly, stopped, shocked. - Sloan! How long are you here?

Nestled in the sun by the canopy of the garden, Sloan was leaning against the door of the house. Wore white pants and a T-shirt navy blue. Unable to outline the slightest reaction, just thinking how nice it was and that she was too happy to see you, Sarah let Billy escaped and was back playing in the water. Sloan came up, examining it from head to toe, with a malicious glare in his eyes. - I think we still have some unfinished business, Sarah. He looked at her so intensely that Sarah suddenly became aware of his appearance! The fine cotton cloth was attached to her breasts, short stew showed its forms, hair streaming down, glued to the head. Finally, a total disaster. She bit her lip and crossed his arms in an attempt to hide a little. - I've said all he had to say that night - she murmured, her voice bitter. - You do not have the right. . . - I have every right in the world! - Then he began to speak more softly. - I brought a present for you. Sloan went to the door of the house, took a long box and almost threw in her arms. Right now, Margaret appeared at the gate. - Sarah! Hurray! - Announced cheerfully. However, when he saw Sloan fell silent, embarrassed. - Oh, sorry ... I do not know ... Where, where is Billy? Mal asked, already located the child with the spray, delighting in the water that fell on the body.She ran to him, while Sarah flew into the house in search of a towel. While in your room still deposited the gift Sloan on the dresser. When he returned to the garden, ready to receive

complaints of his sister, met with Sloan, humorous, rescuing Billy jet of water under the watchful eye of Margaret. She put the boy in the towel and handed it to her mother. Margaret sighed, realizing that all was well. Then he stopped for a few minutes watching Sarah, after Sloan, as if wondering what was going on there. - Well, Sarah - she said, after all - thank you for taking care of Billy for me. Our trip was wonderful. Robert is waiting for me in the car. I.. . well, I'd better go now. Call you later. - Bye, Margaret - stepped forward Sloan. - It was a pleasure to see you again.Recommendations for Robert. - Oh, Margaret, do not forget things Billy. - I will come pick them up another day. Now I'm in a hurry. Once the sister left, Sarah did not know what attitude to take. Embarrassed, he avoided facing Sloan, raising questions, intimately, what he was doing there, in your home, at that time. Was startled to hear him say in an impatient tone: - For the love of God, Sarah, go wear something, or do not blame me for what you do! In a panic, trembling before the menacing glow of his eyes, she dared not challenge anything.He left the garden quickly and went straight to his room. Only after he locked the door he managed to calm down. Then soaked clothes off, took a shower and hurriedly put on a mini-dress pants and a cotton.She dried her hair, combed it with care and made no move to leave. First, however, put his ear to the door, in order to probe the

environment. Sloan still be there? In this, his gaze fell on the long box on top of the dresser. He opened it and his face lit by a smile. Inside, there were at least two dozen carnations, white carnations wonderful color! What does mean? With trembling fingers, took the flowers, and what was not to his surprise, to find a card ... "To a long and happy future," said the letter from Sloan. Perplexed, Sarah did not understand an explanation. Was that a polite way of Sloan wish him well in a new job? What nonsense! It was no use to be imagining things. Placed carnations in a vase with water and put in your favorite place in the room. Went to the kitchen and found Sloan's back, looking out the window. - Thanks for carnations, Sloan. They are very cute. - Is that all you have to tell me, Sarah? She gave him a look that clearly showed his embarrassment. - I. .. I ... what more could I say? - How about. . . "I love you, Sloan" or "I want to marry you? Suddenly everything started to run. Does she heard right? It was possible that he was serious! - Please do not mess with something like that, Sloan asked, unable to hold back the tears that insisted on escaping her eyes. Slowly, he went with her and with her fingers, wiped his face. There was in his eyes the same tenderness that Sarah had seen him when his sister had gone. - So that's ... Is it so difficult for you say you love me? If you

prefer, I can take the initiative! I love you, Sarah, and I want to marry you. - Sloan, I can not believe you. . - Why not? What's wrong with loving a person and want to be always with her? Faced with the expression of astonishment from Sarah and seeing that it did not seem any reaction, took her in his arms, rocking her gently. - My beloved ... I fell desperately for you from the moment that in my head hard, I found that was no longer married. From now on, I was lost. - But you always knew that I was not married. - It is, perhaps know. But did not want to pay close attention. Even with that horrible outfit, you've always been lovely. And always terrified me. He distantly, that haughty attitude and efficient, everything you warned me: "Play it safe." Nevertheless, it was impossible to resist as much fascination. Sarah's heart was beating uncontrollably. Sloan loved her, wanted to marry her. It all seemed a dream too beautiful to sor reality! - So you made up that story of having to go to the home of Mrs. Layton? - She asked, half suspicious. - Not exactly. Call it a tactical move. In fact, I thought I would even resort to the terrible pictures of two women, if Layton did not survive. Now I have to confess that I was inspired and had the bright idea to ask your help, when I realized that Warren would need to remain in Santa Barbara.

He held the hand with which Sarah stroked his face and kissed her several times. - You see, it was a complete lie. Still mad at me? - No, I can not get angry - smiled in love, but soon turned serious. - The problem is that I still have a doubt. You think you can dispense with all those beautiful brunettes? Sloan took his face in his hands, looking at her eyes tightly. - My love, I'm thirty-six. Since the eighteen women were just a distraction for me. My work was always first. He kissed her long. - Then you came along and noticed how much my life was empty without a love of truth, without an intense relationship with someone ... Without you. Visibly excited, happy, Sarah embraced him with tenderness unrestrained. In response, the arms of the Sloan narrowed with passion, both remained so, bodies glued together, delivered the wonderful feelings of love for a good time. - Sloan. . . - Hum. . With eyes half closed, he slipped his hand the neckline of her dress, in search of her breasts stiff. Sarah knew deep mind is desired, but there was still detail to clarify. - And that card, Sloan? - What card? - Hot lips kissed her breasts now naked. With effort, Sarah held her head, forcing him to face it. - The card on top of his desk. Do not you remember? "Little Shop, no hurt? - Oh, that old card - he said, unfazed. - Before we left, I

packed my desk and I found the card. - I used to have several of them prepared, before asking you to take charge of my goodbyes. . .Love. Their lips met in a passionate kiss. Finally, all doubts had been clarified. The mini-dress fell to the ground, while Sarah Sloan rose in arms to take her to the bedroom. In the midst of his vertigo of bliss, she still managed to hold a few seconds in the flower pot. White carnations in honor "to a long and happy future." Without doubt, along with Sloan, her future would be a universe of love.