“I feel the same.”
He bent his head and kissed her. At first, their lips stroked each other’s softly, but soon, she deepened the kiss and pressed herself back into his arms. He pushed her back against the bed, making their kiss more comfortable. But soon, other enjoyable ideas floated into his head. Although he was sure she wouldn’t disagree, it was still wrong for them to take their relationshipthatfar. He respected her, and he wanted her respect in return.
He broke the kiss and stared into her dreamy eyes. “As much as I’d like to continue this, you’d better go change your clothes back into what you were wearing yesterday at the rehearsal. The helicopter should be here soon.”
She nodded, sat up, and scooted off the bed. As she turned to leave, he grasped her hand.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked. “Say the word, and we’ll find another way to get Tony arrested.”
Her beautiful face relaxed. “No, Justin. I want to do this. Ineedto do this, not only for you, but for myself. I need to find the strong woman I’d been before Chuck took it away from me.”
Justin smiled. “I’ll be here to help you.”
“I know, and your strength gives me more strength.”
“Then let’s do this.” He stood off the bed and took her hands in his. “Together.”
TWELVE
BROOKE’S WHOLE BODYtrembled as she walked alongside her sister toward Uncle Tony’s luxurious home. As a child she’d been in awe of him and his wealth. Now... she pitied the man who had to break the law just to provide for his spoiled daughter and stuffy, arrogant wife.
During the drive here, Tiffany had chatted nonstop about Robin’s heartbreak, and the horrible man who’d broken Robin’s heart. Brooke tried to act sympathetic while listening to her sister, but she couldn’t stop the elation growing within her. Justin hadn’t been horrible when he dumped Robin. He’d been smart.
Brooke and her sister stopped on the porch. Tiffany was a foot taller than Brooke, but just as slender. Flipping a lock of her chestnut colored hair over her shoulder, Tiffany gave Brooke a stern look.
“Donotmake Robin upset.”
Brooke managed to hold back the laugh that threatened to escape from her mouth. She nodded. “I don’t plan on doing that, Tiff. I’m not the monster people think I am.”
Sighing, Tiffany bundled the fur-lined collar of her coat tighter around her neck and turned toward the door. She pushed the doorbell. The fancy chime rang through the house. Seconds later, the speaker next to the doorbell crackled.
“Who is it,” Robin’s said dramatically, sounded as if she was ill and dying.
“Robbie, it’s me, Tiff.”
“I’m in the library.”
