r into the nearest guest room
up the leg of her pajamas. In the dim light, he could
It had healed, but he knew it still ached when
aced with a rare note of self-rep
"It's okay. It's an old injury." She was
nd called his p
agnosed her with a stress-induced fever, complicated by the flare-up of her old injury.
s of water and waited unti
are, Kathryne finally drifte
ce softening as he watched her. Then he turned and left the r
a strange bed. Bright sunlight strea
n she walked out of the bedroom. On the nightstand beside h
ching financial news on the large screen. The gentle man who had taken care of
hout turning his head
yne went to the dining table where a si
phone rang. He answ
y downstairs of the apartment b
at Kathryne. "Leo is look
e's hea
. She stood up, her back st
ebrow, a flicker of
pletely. In front of his mother." She would use Everett's presen
and the corner of his mouth tilted in a nearly
lobby on the first floor of the apartment building. Eleanor was a perfectly
he entered, but stopped short when
ress that Everett's assistant had delivered
pathetic hope. "Kate! You're here!
to Eleanor. "Mrs. Carlisle," she said, her
voice broke, and her body swayed as if she were about to fa
r shoulders as he pulled her trembling body closer to his steady frame. He
ancée, broken by betrayal, being protected by the honorable uncle
phone, showing her son half-dressed and desperate, and the heartbreaking
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