What about all the passion and pizzazz?” Letty smiled up at him, her hands moving on his shoulders. “I'm really enjoying that part, Joel.”
Joel laughed softly in the shadows. “Passion and pizzazz are our middle names, Letty my love. We've got enough to last us for the rest of our lives.
One of her black pumps had fallen to the floor, and Joel was
outraged at the sight of her pretty little bare foot being exposed to all and sundry.
“Would you mind putting the president of Thornquist Gear back on her feet?” J
Letty, it's just a business. Don't get emotional about it.”
She grinned. “You're a fine one to talk. You're the most emotional man I know.”
“The hell I am,” he muttered. “I have a lot more self-control than you do, Madam President.”
“Let's not argue about that,” Letty said
Good afternoon, Mrs. Blackstone. Who the hell is this and what does he think he's doing carting you around like a sack of potatoes?”
“This is Mark,” Letty said. “He's going to be the model for our new ad campaign. You know, the one aimed at the experienced high-country
backpacker and rock climber.”
“I trust he's not going to try to pack you into the high country?”
“Heavens, no. He was just proving to me that he could lift a hundred and twenty pounds of camping and climbing gear, weren't you, Mark?
Two months later Joel loped down the stairs to the third floor and strode along the hall to the conference room. He walked through the door and
stopped short at the sight of Letty held high in the arms of a huge blond Adonis.
Joel looked at her. “I think I started to let go of the past the day I met you.”
Letty smiled tremulously. “Fair enough. I did the same with a lot of my own past when I met you.”
“In any event,” Joel continued softly, “I don't have much choice but to put it all behind me, do I? I'm going to be too busy with my future to worry about
my past. Speaking of which, you looked very interesting with a baby in your arms, Madam President.”
“Interesting?”
“Yeah. Interesting. I liked it.
Well,” Joel said, “I guess maybe we'd better get started right away.” He rolled over on top of her, covering her body with his own and crushing her
deep into the thick mattress.
“Hold it,” Letty said, already breathless. “Where I come from, we don't start planning babies until we've planned the wedding.”
“Don't worry about it, one way or another there's going to be a wedding before next spring.” Joel kissed her throat.
“You're sure?”
“I'm sure.” He kissed her mouth.
Dad says Specter gets steak every Saturday night for the rest of his life.“
“Specter will hold him to that, I’m sure.“ Diana leaned back against the pillows. “Hurry up and tell me the rest. Once
Colby gets back, he probably won’t tell me a thing. All he’ll want to discuss is breast-feeding techniques and how to
change diapers.
A little tired,“ Diana admitted. “But mostly I’m frustrated. I’ve got a million questions, and every time I tried to get
Colby to answer them last night he kept changing the subject.“
Brandon grinned. “He was more interested in making sure you and the baby were all right than in answering your
questions. Besides, after we got you two down from that cave, you kept drifting off to sleep every few minutes.
Piece of cake.“ Brandon’s grin had a certain very familiar male cockiness about it. “Dad says this time around I
was his sucker punch.“ His grin faded slightly and his expression grew more serious as he continued. “But when we
realized you were in danger, Dad went wild. I doubt if any car, even that old ‘vette Dad used to drive, ever made the
kind of time on River Road your Buick made last night. Dad really is a hell of a driver, isn’t he?
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