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“You really think so?”
“I do.” Amber smiled. “But if it makes you feel better, I’ll keep my eyes and ears open and let you know if anything looks suspicious.”
“I’d appreciate that. I knew I could count on you.”
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Amber joined them later on the boat ride down the Thames to Greenwich, and together they wended their way up the big hill to the Royal Observatory. They ate lunch in the town and strolled around most of the afternoon, also visiting the National Maritime Museum. By the time they got back to the hotel, Bella and Tallulah were fading and ready for naps. Amber was feeling like she could use a quick nap too, and they all went to their rooms to rest. Amber was out in seconds, and when she awoke, it was six o’clock. She called the suite to see what the plan was for dinner.
“Did you get some rest?” Daphne asked when she picked up.
“I did. How about you?”
“Yes, we all slept. I’ve been up for a while, but Tallulah and Bella just got up. The girls are eating in tonight.” Daphne’s voice got a little softer. “I think you must be right. Jackson wants a romantic dinner, just the two of us. He apologized for all the nights away and his preoccupation with work. I should have known you were right. Thank you for setting me straight.”
“You’re welcome.” Amber’s voice was strangled. What the hell was he playing at? A romantic dinner with Daphne? After he had made love to Amber that morning?
Daphne’s voice startled her. “Thanks again. See you tomorrow.”
Amber put the phone down and sat on the bed, stewing. She was furious. Did he think he could just use her and then run back to Daphne? She heard her mother’s words, repeated so often that Amber remembered wanting to stuff a rag in her mouth.Don’t be someone’s trash can.What a vile admonition, Amber had always thought when she heard her mother say it. But that’s precisely what she felt like now.
She was putting the finishing touches on her makeup when she heard knocking at her door.
She opened it, and Jackson slid in. He looked at her, a puzzled expression forming.
“Are you going out?”
She smiled, put one leg on the bed, pulled up a sheer stocking, and clipped it to her garter.
“Daphne told me that you had plans, so I called an old friend, and we’re meeting for drinks.”
“What old friend?”
She shrugged. “Just an old boyfriend. I called my mom earlier today, and she told me he’d moved here a few years ago with his wife,” she lied.
Jackson sat on the bed, still looking at her.
“Poor thing, he just got divorced. I thought he could use some cheering up.”
“I don’t want you to go.”
“Don’t be silly. He’s ancient history.”
He grabbed both her hands in his and pushed her backward until she was against the wall. Kissing her hungrily, he moved his body against hers and lifted her skirt above her thighs. Standing up and half undressed, they made love with urgency, and when they were finished, Jackson pulled her to the bed to sit beside him.
“Cancel on him,” he said.
“You can’t expect me to sit alone in this hotel room while you’re out with Daphne. Besides, don’t you trust me?”
He stood from the bed, his face red, his hands balled into fists, and glared at her. “I don’t want you going out with another man.” He pulled a box from his pocket. “This is for you.”
He handed it to her, and when she opened it, there sat a magnificent diamond bracelet.
“Wow,” she breathed. “I’ve never seen anything more beautiful. Thank you! Will you put it on me?” She gave him a long kiss. “I suppose I could cancel if it bothers you that much. How long will your dinner take?”
“I’ll make it quick. Meet you back here in two hours.”
The bracelet was the most amazing piece of jewelry she’d ever seen. And it was hers. All hers. She turned slowly and, never taking her eyes from Jackson, began to undress. When she was finally wearing nothing but the bracelet, she walked over to him and purred, “Hurry back, and then I’ll show you how very grateful your girl is.”