Jax almost choked on his champagne. He told himself not to panic – yet. "You do?" he murmured, standing just behind Brenda’s left shoulder. He kept a cool façade while he critically scanned the elegant crowd gathered in the opulent ballroom.

"Yep. A really *big* one." She continued to gaze pleasantly in the direction of the dance floor, her body parallel to Jax’s. "There’s a guy here who keeps staring at me."

Every muscle in his body tensed. "He does?"

"Yep. It gives me the creeps." Jax was standing close enough that he could feel the shiver run through Brenda’s body. "It’s like he can see straight through my dress or something."

A terse, white-hot expletive exploded from Jax’s lips. "What does he look like?" he growled, setting his elegant flute of sparkling liquor on a passing waiter’s tray.

"Ohhhh, he’s about six foot two, I think…….blonde hair……." When he sensed the smile that teased at her lips, Jax’s blood pressure dropped dramatically. "Really amazing blue eyes, if you must know……."

There’s a somebody I’m longing to see

"So you think his eyes are amazing, eh?" Jax leaned towards her, his breath searing a path over her bare shoulder as he grazed his lips towards her ear. "Anything else you can tell me about him?"

"Not much." She gave in to the urge and cupped her left hand around his face as he nuzzled her neck from behind. "Just that he keeps staring at me …… almost like he’s undressing me with his eyes……"

"Maybe he is," Jax whispered huskily before taking her earlobe into his mouth and sucking it gently. "Maybe it’s because he already knows what you’ve got on underneath that dress…….."

By the time Brenda had arrived back at her apartment that afternoon, she was an eyelash away from calling Jax and telling him she had changed her mind about going to the Ball-B-Que that night. Her feet ached and she felt punchy from lack of sleep – although she didn’t regret for a moment the *activity* that had kept her awake. But the last thing she felt like doing was wiggling into some slinky cocktail dress and then making pleasant small talk with a gaggle of people she could have cared less about.

When she stepped into her bedroom, though, her breath caught and she gasped loudly. A floor-length, luxurious red velvet gown lay across her bed, awaiting her approval. Fluffy red ostrich feathers, designed to circle her bare shoulders like a wreath, edged the top of the strapless dress. The gown was tapered from a slim bodice to a flared skirt, which would allow her ease for dancing and walking.

Brenda wordlessly went to the bed. She skimmed her hand over the rich fabric, which she knew would hug her body like a lover’s caress – like *Jax’s* caress. As she drew closer, she saw that he had also provided the appropriate matching undergarments – a red satin "merry widow" bustier, shamelessly miniscule red satin bikini panties, and a fantasy-inducing red satin garter belt, which was necessary – of course – for the matching sheer red silk stockings. Red velvet strappy sandals completed the ensemble.

I’m a little lamb who’s lost in the wood

"Brenda? What’s the matter?" Jax’s distressed whisper brought her back to the present. She finally turned to face him, dazzled anew by the suave elegance he personified in his tuxedo. "You don’t like the dress?"

Her Mona Lisa smile made his heart sing. "I LOVE the dress."

He had to make sure. "But you would rather have picked it out yourself?"

"It’s exactly what I would have picked." Satisfaction surged through her when she felt his breath hitch as she ran her flat hand over the middle of his chest. "You’re too good to me, Jax."

A rakish smirk lifted the corners of his mouth. "Let’s just say I plan to let you return the favor later this evening – MANY times over," he chuckled, taking her hand to press a torrid kiss to her pulse point. "I’m particularly looking forward to seeing you in that garter belt, love." He leaned closer to whisper in her ear, his breath ruffling the feathers that encircled her shoulders. "In fact, just the *thought* of you in that thing makes me want to…….."

When he completed the sentence for her hearing only, Brenda turned almost as red as her dress. She snagged a glass of champagne from a passing waiter’s tray and took a large sip, trying to cool her flaming cheeks.

Won’t you tell him please to put on some speed

"Is that the famous prosecutor I see? Brenda Barrett?"

The intimate spell between Jax and Brenda was broken when Ned’s jovial greeting sounded from just behind them. She fanned her face discreetly with her hand and then lifted her cheek just in time to receive Ned’s kiss.

"I don’t think I’d exactly call myself *famous*, Ned," she demurred. Jax took her champagne glass from her and slipped an arm around her waist proprietarily.

"Hmmmm……now let’s see……. You managed to do what no prosecutor in Port Charles has done until now – put Sonny Corinthos behind bars for the rest of his miserable life." Ned closed one eye, his dimples winking in the brightly-lit room as he pretended to ponder her remark. "I’d say that qualifies you for your ten minutes of fame."

"It was really nothing……."

"It was nothing short of stupendous in my book," Ned smiled warmly. "Not to mention how happy you made my family, bringing Jason’s killer to justice." He shook his head and then reached out to pat her hand. "I don’t know how we’ll ever be able to thank you, Brenda."

"No thanks needed, Ned." Jax noticed that she almost seemed uncomfortable being the recipient of such effusive praise. "We got a few lucky breaks. And it’s what *every* murder victim deserves in Port Charles – not just your cousin," she added editorially.

Ned nodded and then his gaze shifted to her blonde companion. "No big surprise to see you here tonight, Jax." He looked around at the ballroom, filled with noisy, happy, wealthy revelers. "The place looks fantastic."

"I don’t think I get it." Brenda looked between the two men, a frown suddenly crinkling her forehead. "Is there something somebody’s not telling me?" She peered inquisitively at Jax. "Were you on the decorations committee or something?"

"In a manner of speaking." He suddenly seemed self-conscious, blushing faintly and staring down at his shoes.

"J&J Jacks *owns* the Blakemore, Brenda," Ned explained, gesturing towards their surroundings with his champagne glass. The Blakemore, site for this year’s Ball-B-Que, had been constructed in the Depression era in what quickly became a questionable portion of Port Charles. After declining patronage forced them to close their doors in the early 1980’s, the superb Romanesque structure sat vacant until a consortium purchased the property in 1999. "They just finished a pretty extensive job of renovating the old girl," Ned added.

Her ruby red lips pursed and she arched one raven eyebrow at Jax. "So we’re *not* just here because you got roped into buying the tickets, hmmm?"

"Guilty as charged, counselor." Jax snorted softly in Ned’s direction. "She’s good, alright."

She gave him a mildly scolding look but then turned her attentions back to Ned. "But that doesn’t explain why YOU’RE here tonight, Ned. I mean, this IS a function for Justus’s opponent in the mayoral race." When he took his own turn at inspecting his shoes guiltily, a quiet laugh fell from her lips. "You being here is almost like Dick Cheney showing up at an Al Gore fundraiser, isn’t it?"

"She IS on a roll tonight, isn’t she?" Ned asked, shame-faced. It was Jax’s turn to snicker at the dark-haired man’s expense. "I’ll admit that Justus is curious about his competition – it’s only natural. And since my family has a controlling interest in the Port Charles Hotel, naturally I wanted to see what Jax did with the Blakemore." He sighed and lifted his champagne glass again to Brenda. "Since I figured you’d be here, I also thought I could take the opportunity to thank you for what you did and kill three birds with one stone, so to speak."

"Excuse me, Mr. Jacks……." All three turned when a white-coated elderly man tapped Jax on the shoulder to whisper discreetly in his ear. "The orchestra seems to be having some problems with the electrical systems." When Jax shrugged his shoulders in a "So?" gesture, the man went on. "Mrs. Barrington thought YOU might be able to lend some assistance since you personally oversaw the majority of the renovations."

Jax smiled apologetically at Ned and Brenda. "Remind me to NEVER again tell Amanda Barrington ANYTHING!" he groaned. Then he placed another kiss on Brenda’s bare shoulder and winked suggestively at her. "Don’t lose my place – I’ll be back in five minutes."

She watched as he disappeared into the noisy throng on the dance floor and then turned back to Ned. "Seems like I learn something new about him every day," she admitted quietly. "I didn’t know Jax actually got that involved with any of the companies he acquired."

"Yes, well I couldn’t help but notice that you two are certainly getting along better than you were at Justus’s fundraiser," Ned observed, giving her a furtive wink.

"Let’s just say that we’re working on it," Brenda smiled.

"Actually……." Ned looked around self-consciously. He pulled Brenda a little farther away from the crowd on the dance floor to a more secluded corner of the ballroom. "I was hoping that I’d get a chance to talk to you alone this evening, Bren."

"Ned……." She grimaced, shook her head, and held up a hand to stop his speech. "You really don’t have to say anything more. I realize that your family is grateful, but getting a conviction in the Corinthos case was pretty high on my *own* list of priorities, too."

"Just like finding the killer in the Brighton case, I take it," Ned said through gritted teeth.

Brenda drew back in surprise, but then a frown clouded her features. "Why do I feel a lecture coming on here, Ned?"

"Brenda……"

"Because I’m *not* violating any direct orders from my superiors, you know. Dara gave me another two weeks on the case, in case you hadn’t heard."

"Brenda……"

"And I *promised* that I would play it strictly by the book and not get myself into any more dangerous situations."

"BRENDA!" He finally grabbed her forearms to call a halt to her excuses. "I’m not the one………" Ned pursed his lips, muttered an obscenity as he looked away guiltily, and then returned his gaze to lock with Brenda’s. "Justus was very upset that you found a way to continue on the case."

She snorted sarcastically and folded her arms as her eyes shot icy bullets at Ned. "And he had to send his whipping boy to deliver that message?"

"Justus is a very busy man, Brenda," Ned replied in a clipped tone. "He doesn’t have the time to go chasing after every rogue prosecutor who thinks they’re God……"

"But I bet he sure as H*LL has the time to take the credit for the conviction this *rogue prosecutor* got in the Corinthos case!!"

Ned obviously bit his tongue to calm himself before answering. "We’ve had this discussion before, Brenda. I *know* you don’t like the way things work sometimes and it all just seems like a "good old boy network" to you, but it’s the SYSTEM. And until something better comes along, it’s all we’ve got to work with." He pressed his lips together in exasperation when she shook her head and turned aside to mouth a very unladylike opinion of his theory. "Justus gave you very specific instructions to stay off the Brighton case, Brenda. Just because you were able to talk Dara into giving you another two weeks doesn’t make it OK in his book." He leaned closer to her and dropped his voice to a menacing growl. "And no matter how impressive that Corinthos conviction looks on your record, if you don’t play according to Justus’s rules, you’re going to get burned."

Her eyes widened slightly. "Are you saying he’d try to fire me?"

"You and Dara both." Ned’s gaze was as frosty as the elegant ice sculptures that graced the banquet tables. "And believe me, he won’t have to TRY very hard to do it."

The red ostrich feathers around her shoulders quivered as her chest rose and fell with righteous indignation. "That son of a ……."

"I’m SORRY, Brenda!" Ned growled, reaching for her even though she yanked her arm out of his grasp. "I KNOW how much this case means to you……."

"Joseph Sorel is a menace to humanity, Ned," Brenda hissed, pointing a finger at his white tuxedo shirt. "He’s wanted in at least two other states for drug trafficking and gangland-style murders. He’s killed two important witnesses in an ongoing investigation here in New York……"

"And we’ll get him, Brenda!" Ned argued. "But you have to let the SYSTEM do its job! YOU don’t have to feel personally responsible for bringing every bad guy in the world to justice!"

Her breath caught in her chest. Guilt and an overwhelming sense of hypocrisy washed over Brenda. Was she really doing the same thing that she had so bitterly criticized Jax for just twelve hours earlier? Was she just as guilty of being a vigilante – of skirting the system, just so she could see Sorel brought to justice for his involvement in the Brighton case?

"I’ve got to…….." Brenda suddenly felt like the walls in the room were closing in on her. She blinked back hot tears of culpability and stared down at the floor as she elbowed her way past Ned. "I need some air."

"Brenda?" He followed a few steps behind her as she wove her way onto the crowded dance floor. "Are you alright?"

"I’m *fine*, Ned!" She had to put some distance between them before she faced him again – so he wouldn’t see the tears that blurred her vision or the shame-filled blush on her cheeks. "I’m just going to go outside into the lobby and get some fresh air for a few minutes."

Ned opened his mouth to object but just then, one of Edward Quartermaine’s good friends caught him by the arm, pressing a glass of champagne into his hand with a loud laugh. He watched helplessly as Brenda vanished into the crowd.

She had almost reached the double doors leading to the lobby when Brenda caught sight of Jax. He was locked in an animated conversation with a sprightly, elegant, mature woman who appeared at the moment to be "winning" the debate. When the duo turned towards the double doors, still loudly "discussing" circuit breakers and renovated wiring, Brenda knew she had to come up with a plan "B." The way she had lectured him just that morning – which now seemed sanctimonious, to say the least – made her stomach churn at the thought of facing him.

Opportunity presented itself when two other women brushed past her. Brenda blinked back tears and saw the entrance to the Ladies’ Room, beckoning to her as a temporary haven until she could gather her wits – and try to resolve the dichotomy that her life had turned into since meeting Jasper Jacks. She shrank back away from Jax and Amanda Barrington and followed the two other women, melting through the ornate, baroque doorway to the lounge with a sigh of relief.

Thankfully, the other two women didn’t take long to answer nature’s call and do a quick repair job on their makeup, leaving Brenda alone in the plush facility. Olive brocade wallpaper trimmed in flocked gold velvet ribbon decorated the walls above fine ecru Italian marble. Ornate gold scrollwork circled the ceiling and wove its way down to the long vanity that held the sink bowls. A matching loveseat and several olive brocade side chairs occupied the bare space on the opposite wall.

Wetting her fingertips with icy cold water, she pressed them to the corners of her eyes to try to stop the flow of tears. {How could you have been so blind? You were just as guilty as he was of being a vigilante – taking stupid chances like going to the Mission alone to meet Jimbo. Or trying to be some kind of Charlie’s Angel, going down to the linen shop, thinking that you were going to "catch" some drug dealers red-handed.} She grabbed a tissue and dried her eyes, staring dejectedly into her reflection in the mirror. {And the *really* sad part is that even though you know the truth now, it doesn’t change a d*mn thing. You’re still just as determined to bring down Joseph Sorel for killing Nick Raines and Jimbo. And no matter how much you try to ignore it, it’s NOT YOUR JOB!! You’re a lawyer, not a COP!!}

She shook her head and stared down at the expensive marble counter for a few seconds before looking up again. "Well, you can’t exactly hide in the bathroom for the rest of the night, Brenda," she whispered to herself sarcastically. Licking her lips, she lightly brushed the loose-hanging tendrils of her upswept hair with her fingertips. "So as Jax says, we’ll just do our best Scarlett O’Hara imitation and worry about all of that tomorrow……."

Just as she had turned and taken a deep breath, fortifying herself to go out into the ballroom and face Jax again, the lights in the bathroom all went out. Brenda gasped aloud when blackness enveloped her like a glove. Apparently darkness also reigned in the main ballroom as she heard a surprised cry go up from the throng of revelers. But then, suddenly, a bemused laugh escaped her lips. "Jasper Jacks – remind me NEVER to let you change the fuse in my apartment!"

"He’s not exactly a handy kinda guy, huh?"

The sinister sound of the husky, definitely MALE voice made Brenda jump. "Who …….who’s there? She edged her back against the marble counter defensively. "Who said that?"

"Me."

His low, almost sadistic chuckle sent shivers dancing down her spine. "Look, mister," she murmured, fighting the sob that threatened to break through her bravado, "I don’t know who you are……"

"Spook."

Brenda froze. {Why does that sound familiar?} She spun quickly when she thought she heard a noise behind her. "Who?"

"They call me Spook."

She swallowed hard. After taking her life into her hands, traipsing through the armpits of Port Charles looking for drug dealers, she was now trapped with one in the Ladies’ Room of the Blakemore Hotel. In the dark. With Jax – and Kismet – off somewhere changing fuses with Amanda Barrington.

"How……." She had to get out of that lounge. Brenda tried to filter out all the extraneous noises and follow the sound of the crowd, which would lead her back to the doorway. And to do that, she had to buy time. "How did you get in here?"

"It wasn’t really that tough." His confident gloating unnerved her further. "Just cross a few wires in the main fuse box, and then sort of blend in with the shadows until the right time." Spook’s laugh raised more goose bumps on her arm. "Us spooks are REAL good at blending in with the shadows, you know."

Thirty seconds of inky silence made her heart pound at double time. "My boss don’t like the way you been messing with his business lately, Miss Barrett," Spook suddenly hissed. Was she imagining it, or did his breath stir the tendrils of hair that dusted her bare shoulders?

"Your…….your boss?" She kept reminding herself that he couldn’t possibly be able to see in the thick velvet gloom that surrounded them. Spook had to be just as unnerved and off-balance as she was. She hoped.

"Yeah – my boss. Mr. Sorel." Brenda took small side-steps in the direction she prayed led to the doorway to the ballroom as Spook continued. "He’s kinda busy right now so he sent me here to give you a message."

She had to keep him talking. For one thing, it gave her a more accurate idea of where he was and where she DIDN’T want to be. And sadly, he couldn’t very well be slitting her throat while he was carrying on a conversation with her. "Sorel’s too busy getting innocent kids hooked on drugs to see me himself?" she asked, taking a few more small steps towards the sound of the other guests.

"Naw…….he’s got some important meetings to go to. With friends, and other people he knows. In Washington."

"Wash……" Brenda’s blood ran cold and she froze in place. "Washington state?"

"No – DC. Like in the capitol." A malevolent chuckle seemed to drop the temperature in the room by 10 degrees. "Mr. Sorel knows LOTS of people in DC, if you know what I mean, Miss Barrett." She yelped in terror when an arm clamped around her midsection and she was pulled against his body. "Why, I’ll bet some of those people even know your sister and those two cute little kids of hers, you know??!!"

Brenda struggled but the high heels, slick tile floor in the bathroom, and darkness conspired against her efforts. "You tell Sorel to leave my family OUT of this, you slimeball!" she growled, tugging in vain when he wrapped his other arm around her shoulders.

"Now, now……..You shouldn’t hurt my feelings like that, Miss Barrett." Brenda immediately stilled when she felt the point of something sharp poised against her throat. "Not when I’m the one who’s sorta holding all the cards here, if you know what I mean."

"What……" She visibly shivered when Spook ran the tip of the stiletto up her chin and traced small circles on her cheek. "What do you want?" she gasped, letting her hands fall to her sides.

"I told you – Mr. Sorel sent me to give you a message," Spook calmly replied. He edged the knife lower again and Brenda winced when she felt a warm trickle of blood dribble down the side of her neck. "But what’s that old sayin’ they have? A picture’s worth a thousand words?" She yelped when he pressed the point more firmly against her throat again. "Are you getting’ the picture here yet, Miss Barrett?"

As her hand snaked its way under her dress to the inside of her garter belt, the lights in the lounge came back on, temporarily blinding Brenda. She acted on impulse and in the next instant, the silence in the room was cut by a blood-curdling scream.

*~*~*~*

"I did it!!" Jax’s eyes glowed triumphantly as power was restored in the main ballroom of the Blakemore. Then he turned back to Amanda with a frown. "Although I really don’t understand why this circuit breaker would have blown." He stared at the fuse in his hand. "I KNOW my crews wouldn’t have used faulty parts when they re-wired the place……"

His pondering was interrupted when Ned rushed up to him. "Jax! Have you seen Brenda lately?"

Something cold gripped Jax’s soul. "I thought I left her with you," he murmured, already turning to scan the once-again jovial crowd in the ballroom.

"You did – but then we sort of got into an argument," Ned groaned. He propped his hands on his hips after running his fingers through his hair in frustration. "She said she wanted to get some fresh air in the lobby, but she’s not out there!"

Jax muttered a few choice expletives but before he could ask any more questions, a piercing scream echoed through the ballroom. He rotated 180 degrees and immediately sped towards the Ladies’ Room. His heart nearly stopped when he heard another scream and a loud thump just as he arrived at the doorway. He was vaguely aware of the other guests, who were hurriedly vacating the ballroom as a small contingent of security guards rushed in.

"BRENDA!!!" Jax shouted, furiously pounding a fist on the door to the lounge. His icy blue eyes were wild with anger and fear as he turned back towards a pair of guards. "The door’s locked – probably from the inside!" he cried.

"Step aside, Mr. Jacks – I’ll knock it down!" one of the guards offered. Just as Jax was about to step to the side, he heard a clicking noise from inside the bathroom and the sound of frantic sobs.

"Brenda!!" Her name came from his lips on a prayer as she stumbled through the doorway, her hair half down in disarray around her shoulders. She barely took a step when she collapsed into Jax’s waiting arms.

"GET IN THERE!!" Jax shouted to the guards as he sank to the floor with his precious cargo. "There aren’t any windows – the guy must still be in there!!" The two burly security men didn’t need to be told twice as they pushed past him through the doorway.

He gently brushed the hair back off Brenda’s forehead and was rewarded with the fluttering of her eyes and a weak smile. "My sister always DID say that I was a selfish brat, you know," she quipped, grabbing his hand and squeezing it tightly. "Does it HAVE to always be about YOU, Brenda?" she’d ask!"

"Shhhhhh……..don’t talk…….." Jax fought back tears when as he cradled her body to his chest. He swallowed hard at the sound of more loud thumps and muffled curses coming from inside the lounge. "What happened?"

"Some guy jumped me in the bathroom when the lights went out," she moaned, wincing when Jax pressed a small cut on her cheek with his finger. "He works for Sorel, Jax!" she added in an urgent whisper, moving his hand away so that she could have his full attention. "Sorel sent him to kill me!"

"YOU B*TCH!!!" At that moment, the two security guards dragged Spook’s reluctant form through the doorway. He was pressing his hands to his eyes as each guard held an elbow. "You nearly killed ME!!!!"

Jax felt her body quiver as Brenda chuckled softly. "Guess you won’t ever let me go anywhere without that little bottle of pepper spray again, will you, Jax?"

He finally allowed himself the luxury of a bone-melting, carefree smile. "I TOLD you that garter belt would come in handy, love!"

She gave Spook a disparaging look when he accused her of more mayhem. "You won’t be delivering any more messages for your BOSS soon, Mr. Spook!"

"Take him to the PCPD and tell Mac Scorpio to book him on assault charges," Jax growled as the two security men jerked Spook to his feet. "As soon as Miss Barrett feels up to making a statement, we may be changing that to attempted murder."

A low murmur rippled through the crowd as the security men led Spook away. Other uniformed guards moved quickly into the lounge and among the crowd, making sure that no other guests were injured or threatened in the melee. Just as Thomas arrived on the scene, Jax shifted Brenda in his arms and saw the impressive trail of blood down the side of her neck. "He cut you! You’re HURT!" he gasped as butterflies of déjà vu danced in his stomach.

"It’s nothing," Brenda groaned. She winced when Thomas leaned over and turned her chin to the side to see the injury more clearly. "Spook was just trying to scare me. I used the pepper spray on him before he got down to any REAL business with that knife."

"I think you should go to GH and have someone take a look at it," Jax argued. He rose to his feet, still cradling Brenda in his arms. "I don’t want to take any chances."

"PLEASE, Jax………." Brenda lay a hand against his chest as her brown eyes filled with tears. "Not the hospital – not tonight."

"You know," Thomas interjected quietly, "it really doesn’t look that bad to me, either." He arched an eyebrow meaningfully at Jax. "Jeff could probably run over and take a quick look at it just to put your mind at ease."

Brenda looked between the two men in confusion. "Who’s Jeff?"

"Jeff Weber," Jax explained. "He’s a doctor I got to know while I was a patient at GH after I was……….when I…….." He pressed his lips together uncomfortably and then licked his lips before continuing. "He’s done a few favors for me in the past – when I got some cuts or bruises."

Brenda wondered if Jeff ever bothered to ask HOW Jax got injured – if Jax had confided in him about his role as Kismet. But from the look on his face, she knew an answer wouldn’t be forthcoming anytime soon. "I guess that would be OK," she sighed, wrapping her arms around Jax’s neck for balance. "If he wouldn’t mind coming to my apartment……."

The room spun when Jax suddenly started striding out of the ballroom towards the lobby. "Get the car, Thomas," he called over his shoulder as the man scurried behind him. "We’re leaving."

"Yes, sir." Thomas put on speed to pass his boss and was almost through the double doors into the lobby when he finally turned back. "Shall I give Jeff directions to Miss Barrett’s apartment?"

"No." Jax’s eyes were cold as ice, his intent a Rock of Gibraltar. "Tell Dr. Weber we’ll pick him up on our way."

"On our way……WHERE?" Brenda roused in his arms, pushing against his embrace to protest. "Jax? What’s going…….."

Won’t you tell him please to put on some speed

Jax nodded as Thomas flung the front doors of the Blakemore wide and strode towards his large, black limousine. "I’m not going to give Sorel another chance to hurt you Brenda," he snapped, his chin tight with barely-controlled rage. "Until further notice, you’re going to be living someplace safe. Someplace where I can keep an eye on you twenty-four hours a day, 7 days a week." He looked deeply into her eyes as her jaw dropped in understanding. "You’re moving into Wyndemere with me."

To be continued……….

Music credit: "Someone to Watch over Me," lyrics by Ira Gershwin, music by George Gershwin