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right …
    Jamie handed personally hand written
letters addressed to Shona, Nicolas and Samantha.  “Alex asked that I gave you
these after the testament was read.  He also implored all of you to read it by
yourselves and honor what he asked of you.”
    Everyone left the study but for
Samantha and Nicolas. He approached her where she stood gazing out the window.
Samantha startled when he called her name; she had not realized he had stayed
behind. She slowly turned and brushed along the length of his body, he was
standing so close. His eyes burned into hers.  The tip of her pink tongue
sneaked out and circled her lips.  His gaze followed the movement and stayed on
her lips.
    His voice was low and hoarse. “After
all these years I am still livid with you.” His hand lifted and he slowly
traced her bottom lip with his thumb.  Samantha froze.  What was he talking
about?
    “I don’t know … why?”  Her breath
froze in her lungs when he slipped his thumb between her lips and gently
stroked her tongue.  Try as she might she could not stop that appendage from
gently caressing the pad of his thumb. His breath caught and their eyes met:
his firing blue flames at her.
    She tried to pull her mouth away from
his hand but he growled:  “Oh no you don’t!”
    His hand slipped to the back of her
neck and he drew her closer to him in one movement.  His lips covered hers
while his other arm snaked around her waist to yank her flush against him. Heat
… pure unadulterated heat drowned her in an instant.
    His lips were warm, soft and hard
simultaneously, engulfing her in a blaze of desire.  He nibbled at her lips,
then stroked at them with his tongue, his fingers caressing her neck all the
time.
    Samantha was drowning in a sea of
need.  His tongue urgently stroked at the seam of her lips, but she kept them
pressed together.  She just knew if she let him in she would be totally lost. 
She pushed at his chest and he reluctantly pulled away and growled in her ear.
    “I am livid that you gave what should
have been mine to that bastard, years ago!  But now that you are back, know one
thing … you are meant to be mine, and mine you will be!”
    He pulled her back against him and
gave her a hard possessive kiss, pushed her away and walked to the door where
he turned and seared her with his gaze.
    “ … And soon …”
     

Chapter Three
 
    Nicolas’s
words kept running through her mind.  One part of her was ecstatic that he
wanted her, the other livid.  Did he think because of what happened six years
ago she was available … a cheap slut … as her mother called her all those years
ago?
    She started walking across the narrow
stone bridge and realized that she was subconsciously on her way to the one
place where she could really be alone and find peace on this estate.
    There was a running stream about 800
meters from the main house, with the bridge that crossed to the other side;
where one path lead to the stables and the other to a very secluded little
island with only a weeping willow tree in the middle.  The willow was so old
and so big it covered the whole island, the curtain of branches drooping low to
gently swing in the water.  The refuge was in the inside of the willow tree
where the drooping branches formed a tight curtain all the way around, once
inside you were not visible to the outside world. Soft moss grass covered the
area below the curtain of branches where Samantha had spent many years lying
flat on her stomach or back day dreaming.
    She pushed the branches to the side
and stepped through.  She breathed in the clean smell of grass and leaves, the
tranquility of the running stream immediately soothing her frayed senses.  The
willow had a low thick branch that had grown out vertically for a meter or so,
then only rose to the sky, creating a small bench so to speak.  Samantha
settled on this branch with her back against the main branch with her legs
stretched out before her.
    She pulled Alexander’s