"More than an affair?"

"Yes, I want you to divorce Jim and marry me."

A light-headed giddiness exploded inside Reba, like candy gushing from a busted pinata. "You want to marry me?"

"I realize I"m not as wealthy as Jim, that I can"t offer you quite as much materially, but-"

She covered his lips with her index finger. He hushed immediately.



"I"ll call you soon."

When she turned and walked away, he didn"t come after her, but she felt his gaze on her until she was out of his sight. Once in the parking lot, she paused long enough to catch her breath, then dug her keys from her leather purse and hurried to her Mercedes.

This certainly wasn"t the way she"d thought her evening would end. Not in a million years would she have guessed that Dodd would confess a thirty-year-old indiscretion or that he would ask her to marry him. What was she going to do? Could she get past his infidelity to Beth Ellen? Did she trust him enough to believe what he"d said? And if she did believe him, did she love him enough to divorce Jim? Could she actually give up the power and prestige of being Mrs. James Upton?

Jazzy rode him hard. Sweat glistened on her body. She was on fire. Hot and wild.

Caleb suckled one of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s while he tormented the nipple of her other breast between his thumb and forefinger. The tension between her thighs built higher and tighter as he caressed her naked b.u.t.tocks. Her climax blasted through her like dynamite, shattering her into a million pieces of pure pleasure. While she was still convulsing, Caleb flipped her onto her back and hammered into her. When he came, he groaned and writhed, then buried his face in her shoulder.

While the remnants of her o.r.g.a.s.m still shuddered through her, Jazzy eased out from under him and lifted the sheet and quilt to cover them. Caleb nuzzled her ear.

"Don"t go to sleep. Not yet," he mouthed against her ear-lobe.

She groaned. "It"s after midnight, honey, and-" He kissed her, then flung back the covers and got out of bed.

"I"d have done this sooner, but Reve was here for supper and then she went with us to work and later I got sidetracked by other things." He grinned at Jazzy, then winked.

With the light from the bathroom casting a long, broad path of illumination into the bedroom, Jazzy was able to enjoy the sight of Caleb in all his naked glory. He went into the bathroom, left the door open and turned on the sink faucets. "What are you doing?" She sat up in bed and crisscrossed her legs at the ankles.

He removed the condom, tossed it into the wastepaper basket and then washed himself. After wrapping a towel around his waist, he emerged from the bathroom, but didn"t come back to bed. Instead he headed out of the room. "Where are you going?" she asked. He paused, whipped off the towel and tossed it to her. "Wait and see."

Laughing, she grabbed the towel in midair.

He went into the living room, but returned in less than a minute, his leather jacket in his hand. She watched impatiently while he fumbled in his coat pocket. When he pulled out a tiny white box, she sucked in her breath. Oh, my G.o.d! Was that what she thought it was?

He came toward her, grinning like a cat who"d just swallowed a canary. She had to stop herself from jumping up and throwing her arms around him. Instead, she narrowed her gaze and gave him a dramatic cross look.

He sat on the edge of the bed, opened the box and removed a tiny black jeweler"s case. "I went to Knoxville this afternoon and bought something for you." He held out the case.

Jazzy"s hands trembled. Honest-to-G.o.d trembled. She couldn"t believe how nervous she was. Or how excited. She took the case, flipped open the lid and gasped. Merciful goodness, what a rock!

"Caleb!"

"Like it?"

"Like it?" Clutching the open case in her hand, she flung her arms around his neck and hugged him. The force of her attack sent them both reeling. Caleb tumbled backward, off the bed and onto the floor. Falling with him, Jazzy landed on top of him. As they lay there laughing, their bodies entwined, Jazzy spread kisses all over his face.

"It"s got to be the biggest, shiniest, most beautiful diamond ring in the world," Jazzy told him.

"Three carats, square cut," he said.

She slid off to his side, held up the box and s.n.a.t.c.hed the ring from its bed. Holding it up to look at it again, she shook her head. "How on earth did you afford such an expensive-" She froze, then glared at him, her smile vanishing quickly when she realized that the only way he could have gotten the money to buy such an extravagant ring was to have asked his grandfather for it. "You didn"t have to buy me something so expensive. I would have been happy with something you could have bought without going to Big Jim for the money."

Caleb sat up, then pulled her up beside him and took the ring from her. Before she realized his intent, he grabbed her left hand. She considered pulling away from him, but when she saw the determination in his eyes, she let him slip the ring onto her finger.

"Let"s get something straight right now," he said. "I know you love me just for me. I"ve got no doubts about that. But I am Jim Upton"s only heir, and someday I"ll be a f.u.c.king millionaire and therefore, as my wife, you will be, too. Why shouldn"t I borrow the money from Big Jim to buy the woman I love the kind of ring she deserves, the kind of ring that will make her happy?"

She stared at him and saw the truth staring back at her. She did love Caleb with all her heart. More man she"d loved Jamie? Most definitely. And in a way she"d never thought possible.

With tears clouding her vision, she lifted her left hand and held it up toward the light coming from the bathroom. When her tears fell onto her cheeks, Caleb brushed them away with his fingertips. She gazed at the ring.

"It"s just a little bit gaudy." She laughed. "And it"s so perfect for me."

"Then I did big?" he asked.

Jazzy lifted his arm and slid it around her shoulders, then cuddled against him. "Oh, yes, Mr. McCord, you did big."

"I made you happy?"

She gazed lovingly into his eyes. "Don"t you know that you always make me happy? That just being with you makes me happy, that our making love makes me happy, that showering together and eating together and-"

He kissed her right in the middle of her grand declaration. And that made her happy, too. Life was good. Almost too good to be true.

Max Fennel eased out of bed, doing his best not to wake his wife. He"d gone to bed at eleven, but hadn"t been able to fall asleep. Ever since having lunch at Jasmine"s today with Wade Truman, he"d been wondering about the comment the district attorney had made about Becky Olmstead. He didn"t know if Wade had even realized he"d let something confidential slip. At least, Max a.s.sumed it was confidential since not one word of it had been in any of the news reports. The young prost.i.tute"s murder was the main topic of conversation not only at the restaurant, but in Cherokee County, and it was front-page news in the Herald. Even the local TV station had announced that a special doc.u.mentary was being prepared on Becky. Speculation was running high about another serial killer being on the loose and no one being safe, especially not pretty young women.

Max had known Wade all his life. He"d been friends of a sort with Wade"s father, a state senator, and had once met Wade"s grandfather, who"d been a federal judge. The Truman family, though not wealthy by MacKinnon or Upton standards, was well off and socially prominent. With his ail-American good looks-sandy brown hair and sky blue eyes-his family"s backing and using the DA"s office as a stepping stone, it was only a matter of time before young Truman ran for governor. On more than one occasion, Farlan had hinted at what the future held for Wade.

Being honest with himself as he slipped into his house shoes and donned his blue silk robe, Max admitted that a part of him was jealous of Wade Truman. After all, it hadn"t been that many years ago when he"d been the political golden boy, with a bright future. Before he"d let his penchant for sweet young things destroy all his hopes and dreams and plans. One little b.i.t.c.h who"d gone crying to her daddy had ended all of Max"s political aspirations. Oh, Farlan had taken care of things. He"d pulled strings and kept Max out of Prison and had paid off the fifteen-year-old"s daddy, who"d come after Max with a shotgun. So maybe his envy of wade"s bright future colored his opinion of the man, even elicited suspicion.

Max made his way downstairs, not turning on a light until he was in his study. As he poured whiskey into a gla.s.s, his hand shook. d.a.m.n it, he had to get control of himself. He shouldn"t let what was probably an innocent comment rattle him this way. Wade Truman didn"t know a d.a.m.n thing about what had happened all those years ago. There was no way he could know. He"d been just a kid at the time.

Max downed the liquor-straight. He coughed and wheezed several times before tossing back another slug. He shuddered as the whiskey slid down his throat and hit his belly.

He owed everything he had to Farlan. His law degree, this fine house he lived in, the respect he had in the community. His cousin had been good to him, better than he deserved. He never wanted anyone, least of all Farlan, to know what he"d done.

Max poured another drink, sat in his weathered leather chair by the windows and drank the second gla.s.s slowly. He could hear Wade"s voice in his head.

"It seems that Becky Olmstead was a looker," Wade had said earlier that day over at Jasmine"s. "Big t.i.ts, bright red hair and a face like an angel. Not many men could resist that kind of temptation, especially not when it was on sale so cheap. I guess it"s no secret that I"ve got a thing for redheads. h.e.l.l, even my ex was a redhead." That was about the time Brian and Farlan had entered the restaurant. Wade had winked at Max and added, "But I know I"m not the only man in these parts who"s partial to redheads."

Max shivered. It had been an off-hand remark that meant nothing. And that was all it had been. He was worrying himself silly for nothing, losing a good night"s sleep because Wade had implied- Implied what exactly? That he wasn"t the only man who had a thing for redheads.

Dammit, Max Fennel, don"t do this to yourself. There was no way in h.e.l.l that Wade Truman could possibly know anything about Dinah.

CHAPTER 17.

Jazzy"s phone call woke Reve from a sound sleep. She"d been in Cherokee Pointe for five days and had spent part of each day with her sister. Odd as it seemed, that was how she had begun to think of Jasmine Talbot. The rest of the time, she"d kept busy exploring the town, its quaint shops and tourist attractions. On Tuesday she"d had lunch with Reba Upton. The minute Jazzy"s name came up in their conversation, Reve had made it clear that her loyalties lay with her sister. Yesterday, she"d dined with Cherokee County"s other grand dame-Veda MacKinnon. The woman"s invitation came as a surprise, but she"d been so insistent on their becoming acquainted that Reve had gone as much out of curiosity as anything else. By the time lunch ended, Reve"s curiosity had been satisfied. Miss Veda wanted exactly what Miss Reba wanted. To play matchmaker. Where Miss Reba had high hopes her grandson would find one redheaded twin as alluring as the other, Miss Veda was looking for a suitable wife for her son Brian.

Now Reve had a new rule-no more lunches with any Woman who had an unmarried son or grandson between twenty and sixty.

Last night, after dinner together, Reve had let Jazzy and Caleb persuade her to go with them to Jazzy"s Joint. She"d felt as out of place in the honky-tonk as the proverbial bull in a china shop, but she"d stayed until closing, learning about that part of Jazzy"s world firsthand. What would her Chattanooga friends have thought of her if they"d seen her in the smoke-filled bar, rubbing elbows with hard-working, hard-drinking, hard-living men and women?

"Reve, are you up yet?" Jazzy asked, excitement in her voice.

Reve yawned. "Not yet. I"m still in bed." She eyed the digital clock on the nightstand. "What are you doing up this early? It"s only nine-fifteen."

"Galvin just called."

"Galvin?"

"You remember-Dr. Galvin MacNair."

Reve shot straight up. "Are the DNA test results back?"

"Yep. Galvin got them first thing this morning. He said we can come right on over."

"Did he-"

"No, he didn"t tell me anything. So, how long will it take you to get dressed and meet me at his office?"

"I"ll need a quick shower." Reve"s mind spun with a variety of thoughts, but one remained front and center. Today was D-day. "Give me fifteen minutes." Thank goodness her cabin was inside the city limits, a less than five-minute drive into the heart of town.

"Caleb"s coming with me," Jazzy said. "That"s okay with you, isn"t it?"

"Of course it"s okay with me."

"We"ll know for sure in just a little while."

"Yes, we will."

"Reve?"

"What?"

"We already know, don"t we? We are sisters."

"Yes, we"re sisters."

"I called Aunt Sally before I called you. I told her the test results are back and I want the three of us to meet at my apartment later today."

"Did she agree to come into town and meet with us?"

"Yes, she did. And she promised that she"ll tell us the whole truth."

"I hope we"re ready for the whole truth," Reve said.

"If we aren"t ready, we"d better get ready."

"Right. Okay, then, I"ll see you in fifteen minutes."

Reve hung up the phone, jumped out of bed and stripped out of her pajamas on the way to the bathroom. As soon as she had donned a disposable plastic cap, she took a quick shower. Then she dressed hurriedly in a pair of black designer jeans and a white cable-knit sweater. After running a brush through her hair and applying lipstick and blush, she grabbed her coat, purse and car keys, then headed out the door.

The telephone rang again.

She started to ignore it, but couldn"t bring herself to leave before finding out who was calling. She tossed her coat, purse and keys on the living room sofa in her dash toward the wall phone situated between the living room and kitchen area of the cabin.

She picked up the receiver. "h.e.l.lo."

"Ms. Sorrell?"

"Yes."

"Griffin Powell here. I have an initial report for you. I can either fax you a copy or overnight it by FedEx, but if you"d like, I can give you the highlights over the phone right now."

Reve"s stomach growled. She needed coffee and a bite of something to eat before facing so many hard, cold facts. Why had the DNA results and a preliminary report from Mr. Powell come in all at once? Because that"s the way life is, she reminded herself.

"Give me the highlights," Reve said.

"An infant, thought to be only a few weeks old, was found 111 a Dumpster in Sevierville by the sanitation workers a.s.signed to empty the Dumpster. Both men are now dead, but doe man"s wife remembered him telling her all about it." Griffin Powell paused as if waiting for permission to continue.

"Yes, please, go on."

"All right. The baby girl was naked, except for a diaper. She was wet, dirty and covered in ants. She"d been dumped right on top of a broken jar with some jelly still inside it, and the sugar had attracted the ants. Other than the ant bites, the child had no marks on her, except a cut on her leg where she"d hit the broken gla.s.s when tossed into the trash."

Sour bile rose from Reve"s stomach. For a minute there, she thought she might throw up. She still had a tiny scar high up on her thigh and the only thing her adopted mother had ever told her was that the scar was the result of an accident when she"d been a baby. "How long had she-had I been in the Dumpster?"

"I spoke to the police department and was given access to the files on the baby. The doctor who examined her-you- believed you"d been left there between ten and twenty-four hours earlier. It was considered a miracle that you didn"t die. You spent a week in the hospital. The local papers ran stories about you. They referred to you as the miracle baby and as an infant determined to live. I"ll send you copies of those old newspaper clippings."

"Is that how the Sorrells found out about me, the news- I paper articles?"

"In a way. The story didn"t make the Chattanooga papers, but it seems that one of the Sorrell lawyers was vacationing in the mountains and just happened to pick up a local newspaper. He contacted Spencer Sorrell immediately because he knew they had decided only a few weeks earlier that they i wanted to adopt a child. And even thirty years ago, Caucasian infants were at a premium."

"So you spoke to-"

"To every lawyer still alive who worked for your adopted parents at the time."

"Oh, I see. You"re thorough, aren"t you, Mr. Powell?"

"I do my best." He paused again, but this time didn"t wait for her permission before continuing. "Using their money and power, the Sorrell8took custody of you the day you were released from the hospital. But you don"t need any information about your life as Lesley and Spencer Sorrell"s daughter, do you? You want to know who disposed of you, who threw you into that Dumpster."

Reve"s heartbeat went crazy, beating ninety-to-nothing. "Have you found out who-"

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