Up Close and Personal. Fern Michaels

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      ZEBRA BOOKS

       KENSINGTON PUBLISHING CORP.

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      I would like to dedicate this book to four wise and wonderful, not to mention witty, people who on a daily basis make my life easier. In alphabetical order, of course, Audrey and Michael Bernstein, Martin Friedman, and Peter Rubollota. Thank you for your wise counsel and your expertise that allows me to sleep peacefully. Thank you and know that I respect and love you all.

      Contents

      Prologue

      Chapter 1

      Chapter 2

      Chapter 3

      Chapter 4

      Chapter 5

      Chapter 6

      Chapter 7

      Chapter 8

      Chapter 9

      Chapter 10

      Chapter 11

      Chapter 12

      Chapter 13

      Chapter 14

      Chapter 15

      Chapter 16

      Chapter 17

      Chapter 18

      Chapter 19

      Chapter 20

      Chapter 21

      Chapter 22

      Chapter 23

      Chapter 24

      Chapter 25

      Chapter 26

      Chapter 27

      Chapter 28

      Chapter 29

      Chapter 30

      Epilogue

      Prologue

      The hour was late, the middle of the night to be precise, and the silence was so total it was ominous. The woman standing at the window stared out at the dark night. Here and there she could see tiny pinpricks of light, but she had no idea what they were. She could also see her reflection in the dark window as well as the entire room behind her.

      The woman closed her eyes and wondered if she would ever sleep again. How long could a person go without sleeping? She should know the answer. Why didn’t she know? When she opened her eyes she could see the reflection of a woman standing in the middle of the open doorway. She was still as a statue.

      The woman knew that the figure in the open doorway wasn’t going to speak until she was spoken to. Strange how she knew that and yet didn’t know how long a person could go without sleep. “Did you do as I asked?”

      The woman waited for a response. None came. “Grace, I’m speaking to you. Did you do what I asked you to do?”

      Five seconds passed, then five more seconds before Grace said, “Yes.”

      The woman at the window turned. She peered at Grace, and said, “You sound unsure. You can’t lie to me, Grace. I gave you enough money to put your four boys through Ivy League colleges. When you told me your husband had СКАЧАТЬ