The Bridge (Para-Earth Series) Read Online Free Page B
Author: Allan Krummenacker
“I’ve had reason to believe so for a while now.”
“Sassy? Bi?” she shook her head, “I never would have guessed.”
“And here I thought police officers were observant.”
Veronica raised an eyebrow but said nothing.
“You make the same mistake my sister does,” he smiled, “She takes Cassie at face value. But, you have to watch her.” He had, many times in fact. Every so often when they went to lunch, he would notice her taking a particular interest in one of the waitresses. Not that she said or did anything, but her eyes would keep straying to the lady in question. Hell, now that he thought about it, she spent more time eyeing girls than he did.
Oddly enough he wasn’t completely sure that Cassie even realized what she was doing. She kept out of the public eye, being labeled the “Boring Heiress” by the media. No scandals, no sexcapades, just a nice attractive girl who happened to belong to a very rich family. The only times she even graced the magazines was when she had been seen in public with a celebrity at a charity function or for when she had acquired another failing hotel and turned it into a success story.
And of course there had been the accident with her car on Christmas Eve, five years ago. It had been a solo incident with no drugs or alcohol involved, much to the disappointment of the paparazzi and other newshounds.
She had simply blanked or ‘zoned out’ as she called it. She’d had such episodes before, including a few in front of him. To this day, no doctor had been able to find the cause of these mild seizures. She voluntarily gave up her driver’s license after the crash. Now she was driven around by a favorite chauffer who had been with her family for the last twenty years.
It was the accident and it’s timing that had gotten him to visit her for the first time after the ‘incident’. He hadn’t talked to her for almost two years, in spite of her numerous attempts to make amends. Even before he got the call about the crash, he’d sensed something was amiss and had been expecting some kind of word about one of his friends. Half an hour after the call came he had been at her bedside and they spent all of Christmas Day renewing a friendship they had both sorely missed.
Meanwhile, Veronica was still laughing at his last remark. Then she studied him closely and spoke, “I don’t suppose the thought of Sassy and me being all over each other appeals to you does it?”
“I’d be a liar if I said no.” he replied.
“Then you could have both experience and enthusiasm.” she said matter-of-factly.
He shook his head, “Not at the cost of hurting you. I love you too much to do that.”
“Even if I offered?” she said offhandedly.
Alex went over to her and took her in his arms, “I’d still refuse. You’d only be doing it to please me and you do that already. You’re all I want. I wish I could get you to believe that.”
“I do,” she sighed. “I just don’t understand why sometimes.”
He decided to take a page out of her book. “Just shut up,” he told her and kissed her hard.
She raised her hands up to his face, only to have him pull them down. A moment later a clicking sound could be heard.
“I’ll go start the shower,” he told her and headed for the bathroom, while she stared at the handcuffs, which were now on her wrists.
“Hey, when did you get loos…” she began, only to
“Sassy? Bi?” she shook her head, “I never would have guessed.”
“And here I thought police officers were observant.”
Veronica raised an eyebrow but said nothing.
“You make the same mistake my sister does,” he smiled, “She takes Cassie at face value. But, you have to watch her.” He had, many times in fact. Every so often when they went to lunch, he would notice her taking a particular interest in one of the waitresses. Not that she said or did anything, but her eyes would keep straying to the lady in question. Hell, now that he thought about it, she spent more time eyeing girls than he did.
Oddly enough he wasn’t completely sure that Cassie even realized what she was doing. She kept out of the public eye, being labeled the “Boring Heiress” by the media. No scandals, no sexcapades, just a nice attractive girl who happened to belong to a very rich family. The only times she even graced the magazines was when she had been seen in public with a celebrity at a charity function or for when she had acquired another failing hotel and turned it into a success story.
And of course there had been the accident with her car on Christmas Eve, five years ago. It had been a solo incident with no drugs or alcohol involved, much to the disappointment of the paparazzi and other newshounds.
She had simply blanked or ‘zoned out’ as she called it. She’d had such episodes before, including a few in front of him. To this day, no doctor had been able to find the cause of these mild seizures. She voluntarily gave up her driver’s license after the crash. Now she was driven around by a favorite chauffer who had been with her family for the last twenty years.
It was the accident and it’s timing that had gotten him to visit her for the first time after the ‘incident’. He hadn’t talked to her for almost two years, in spite of her numerous attempts to make amends. Even before he got the call about the crash, he’d sensed something was amiss and had been expecting some kind of word about one of his friends. Half an hour after the call came he had been at her bedside and they spent all of Christmas Day renewing a friendship they had both sorely missed.
Meanwhile, Veronica was still laughing at his last remark. Then she studied him closely and spoke, “I don’t suppose the thought of Sassy and me being all over each other appeals to you does it?”
“I’d be a liar if I said no.” he replied.
“Then you could have both experience and enthusiasm.” she said matter-of-factly.
He shook his head, “Not at the cost of hurting you. I love you too much to do that.”
“Even if I offered?” she said offhandedly.
Alex went over to her and took her in his arms, “I’d still refuse. You’d only be doing it to please me and you do that already. You’re all I want. I wish I could get you to believe that.”
“I do,” she sighed. “I just don’t understand why sometimes.”
He decided to take a page out of her book. “Just shut up,” he told her and kissed her hard.
She raised her hands up to his face, only to have him pull them down. A moment later a clicking sound could be heard.
“I’ll go start the shower,” he told her and headed for the bathroom, while she stared at the handcuffs, which were now on her wrists.
“Hey, when did you get loos…” she began, only to