Wishes for Tomorrow. Brenda Jackson

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СКАЧАТЬ she should mention anything about Dillon and then thought, why not? Chances were, when Iris came to visit, her sisters would tell her about him anyway, and then Iris would accuse her of holding secrets. “Well, there is something I need to tell you about. I had a visitor this week.”

      While periodically glancing out the window, Pam told Iris how Dillon had shown up two nights ago. Surprisingly, Iris didn’t ask a lot of questions; she listened attentively, giving Pam the chance to finish. “So, there you have it,” Pam finally said, glad it was over and done with. She made an attempt to move to another subject—about how things were going at the drama school—when Iris stopped her.

      “Hey, not so fast, Pam. What aren’t you telling me?”

      Pam rolled her eyes. “I’ve told you everything.”

      “Then why did you deliberately leave out any details about how this guy looks? You know I’m a visual person.”

      Pam breathed in deeply. “He’s good-looking.”

      “How good-looking?”

      “Very good-looking, Iris,” she said, hoping that would be the end of it.

      “On a scale of one to ten with ten being the sexiest, how would you rate him?” Iris asked.

      “Why do you want to know?”

      “Just answer the question, please,” Iris demanded.

      When Pam didn’t say anything for a moment, deciding to keep her lips sealed, Iris said, “I’m waiting.”

      Pam rolled her eyes again and then said, “Okay, he’s a ten.”

      “A ten?”

      “Yes, Iris, a ten. He is so darn pleasing to the eyes it’s a shame,” she said, inwardly blaming Iris for making her tell all.

      “What about his personality?”

      Pam thought about how dinner had gone yesterday and how pleasant it had been for her sisters to feel included in the dinner discussions. Dillon had held their focus because he had paid attention to them, as if what they had to say was important, not trivial like Fletcher would often do. Yes, she would have to say he had a nice personality.

      “He’s nice, Iris, and his personality goes right along with it.”

      “Would he be someone that would interest you if you weren’t engaged to Fletcher?”

      Pam frowned. “Why would you ask me something like that when I am engaged to Fletcher?”

      “Cut all the drama, Pam, and answer the question.”

      Pam’s frown deepened because she knew the answer to Iris’s question without thinking much about it. “Yes, he would be. In a heartbeat.” And then because she had to tell someone and Iris, being her best friend, was the likely candidate, she said, “I’m attracted to him. Isn’t that awful?”

      “Why is it awful? You and I both know why you’re marrying Fletcher, which I still think is a mistake. I refuse to believe there is not a bank anywhere that will loan you the money you need to pay off that second mortgage.”

      “We’re talking about a million dollars, Iris. You know how much hassle you got from the banks when you wanted to borrow half that much to start your PR business. I have very little in savings and what I do have Jill will need for college next year. And Paige and Nadia need a home. I can’t expect them to move away from the only home they’ve known. A home that’s been in the Novak family for over a hundred years.” Pam sighed in frustration. “I still can’t believe Dad didn’t take all that into consideration when he took out that second mortgage.”

      “If Fletcher was really a nice guy, he would cosign for you to get that money without any strings attached,” Iris said. “For him to put stipulations on his help by asking you to marry him is just downright underhanded, if you ask me.”

      Pam didn’t say anything since she had heard it all from Iris before, several times. When Iris finally ended her spiel, Pam said, “Marrying Fletcher won’t be so bad, Iris.”

      “It will be if you’re sentencing yourself to a life without love and passion, and we both know that you are. I loved Garlan and the passion we shared was wonderful. I can’t imagine being married to a man I didn’t love or who didn’t do anything for me sexually.”

      Pam was silent for a moment and then said quietly, “Well, I can. I don’t have a choice, Iris.”

      For a short while Iris didn’t say anything, either. “Then maybe now is the time to enjoy passion while you can.”

      Pam blinked. “Just what are you suggesting?”

      “You’ve admitted you’re attracted to Dillon Westmoreland, so take advantage of that attraction and think about yourself for a change, not the house or the land or your sisters. Think about Pamela.”

      “I can’t do that,” Pam said.

      “Sure you can. Are you going to deny you haven’t been thinking about Dillon Westmoreland in the wee hours of the night?”

      Pam almost dropped the phone. “How did you know?”

      Iris laughed. “Hey, you said the man is a ten. Men who are tens can’t help but find their way into a woman’s nightly dreams, regardless of whether she’s single, engaged or married. It happens. My advice to you is to bring him out of your dreams into your reality. You will be married to Fletcher until death do you part. Do you want to go through the next fifty, sixty or seventy years without feeling any passion again?”

      “I told you about my past experiences with passion, Iris,” she said, remembering the couple of times she had slept with guys and the disappointment she’d felt afterward. She hadn’t heard the bells and whistles, nor had she felt any earthquakes like Iris had claimed she would.

      “That’s why you owe it to yourself to try things out one more time. I bet Mr. Ten will deliver.”

      At that moment Pam saw Dillon’s car pull into her yard. Moments later she watched him get out. Today he was wearing a pair of khakis and a dark green shirt. And just like yesterday and the day before, he looked handsome and utterly sexy.

      Her gaze scanned over his body and, as if he knew she was staring out the window, he turned and looked directly toward her. She immediately felt heat suffuse her body at the same time blood gushed through her veins. Yes, there was no doubt in her mind that if given the chance he could deliver.

      “Pam?”

      “Yes?”

      “When will you be seeing him again?”

      Pam licked her lips as she continued to stare. Dillon hadn’t moved. He was still standing in that same spot gazing through the window. He couldn’t see her, although she could see him. Yet it was as if he knew she was there, knew he was holding her attention. She wondered if he had any clue about the thoughts flowing through her mind at that particular moment. If he did, he would probably jump back into the car and hightail it off her property.

      “Pam?”

      “I СКАЧАТЬ