By Jewel Adams
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Brittney swallowed her astonishment as another woman stepped forward to be introduced. ” Tinkling laughter came from the weathered lips. ” “I have only my father and his brother. ” Why she divulged that information silenced Brittney. When she looked back at the woman, she found her staring at her in what couldn’t be mistaken for anything but pity. “Well, you are no longer alone. ” “No, of course not, but Lucas cannot always be with you. ” Brit kept her feelings silent. Her gaze sought out Lucas, wondering how he would take his grandmother’s dictate.
She’d failed to hear his boat. ” She wondered how one man could hold such power in just his look. Did she alone see it? A power that went beyond words. ” Brittney didn’t resist the pressure he used to bring her back against his solid frame. ” She couldn’t keep her eyes from brightening. The arguments of the last hours were a useless exercise now that he touched her. “The dress is as lovely on you as I imagined. ” In fascination she watched his hand lower to her exposed shoulder. Her eyes closed over the trailing warmth of his lips 52 Creole Blues over her collarbone to her neck.
If only she’d been able to keep her hate and fear alive. They were her only weapons against him. How did a person hate an enemy that always came in gentle love to conquer? How could she fight when there was no battle to engage in? No, Cortine stripped her of all her weapons, all the defense she tried to erect. Brittney no longer wanted to win that battle. Her gaze lowered in defeat, only to confront Cortine’s latest assault. The dress. Its beautiful folds were exquisite against her skin. Cooling in its open caress, much like the giver of the gift.