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[Charlotte]The entire ride to the airport was quiet. Kenji didn't push or ask why I was coming without McKaine. He could tell by the way I slammed the door and stared straight ahead that I was in no mood to talk.There was just so much I needed to think about. Not just about my conversation this morning with Micah, but about everything. I thought I understood what I was getting myself into when I signed that contract to become Micah's avenging angel so many months ago.But I was wrong. So very very wrong. Micah should have told me before our arrangement started that he had once had a relationship with McAllister. I don't think knowing would have changed my mind about going after Andy--with my broken heart and shattered pride I needed my revenge. But knowing about their past puts so many other elements of this situation into perspective.Their financial feud is so ugly because it is personal. McAllister isn't just a business rival, but a jilted lover of sorts. In the beginning, when

I can't stop shaking as I wheel my suitcase to the taxi pick-up. I could have disappeared at Weevil's command and nobody would have known. McAllister could have spirited me away without consequence. I knew I was playing with big boys with power, but I was always certain that with Micah by my side I'd have nothing to fear.But if McAllister wants me he can take me. Whenever and wherever he wants. If Micah has people planted in McAllister's organization, how many people does McAllister have in ours? And how much do they know about Micah and me? We have been careful, but maybe not careful enough.Actually, Micah isn't very good at being careful. He thinks it's way too fun to push boundaries.I hardly notice as someone takes my bag and places it in the trunk of one of the waiting taxis. He doffs his cap and says "Ma'am" but I only give him a cursory glance before stepping into the back seat of the awaiting car. With everything happening around me, you'd think I'd be more cautious, more awa

[Charlotte]We spent the next few hours gently reminding one another how our bodies feel next to one another. In the trunk, Micah had brought everything we'd need to have a lovely afternoon in the countryside, so we drove a bit further away from the freeway and prying eyes. In a large field, he laid out a blanket and we spent the rest of our afternoon snacking on fruit and cheese, drinking champagne, and making love in the open air."Micah," I played with his curls as he laid his head on my belly. "It's too early for you to notice anything yet," I giggle as he kisses the space just below my belly button. He begins speaking to the belly in Louisiana Creole, mixing it with bits of pure French. The feeling of his words rumbling across my belly makes me feel both loved and precious, even more so now that he knows there is a little life just starting to spark, a little life that we created together. "Antoinette," he nods with surety. "We shall call her Toni." I'm not sure that I like th

I opened the card and read the directions, which sent me to a bathroom on the other side of the airport, the one next to the gate for international flights. As I pass, I see a couple resembling Micah and me boarding a flight to Thailand.The girl looks back and winks as she squeezes the arm of the man next to her. As I enter the bathroom, another one of my duplicates is adjusting her wig, tucking a blond strand back under the wig cap. Looking up at me in the mirror she smiles. "Do si do," she gestures for me to walk out first and I do. Just outside the door, a new Micah decoy is waiting.Looking up into his kind grey eyes, I cling onto his arm like he is my safety net. He leads me past the VIP entrance, and at the gate, another man similarly dressed takes my bags and my hand."Do si do," he nods and I smile as a girl steps around him to take the waiting gentleman's arm.Micah has turned our wedding getaway into one big square dance, across several airports, all of us changing places

[Charlotte]Walking the streets of New Orleans with Micah was like having my own sexy tour guide who knows all the best places to eat, drink, and make out. Apparently, it is legal in New Orleans to drink in public as long as the drink is in a plastic cup, so the first thing we did was stop in a cute little bar in the French Quarter for their famous Iced Irish Coffee. I couldn't have any, now that I know about the little one, so Micah had one for the both of us and then hobbled next door to a little dive of a place that called to our noses and satisfied our bellies with the finest gumbo either one of us had ever tasted. Well almost. "Maman's gumbo is better," Micah swears as he finishes off his third bowl. There is a street fair near the waterfront and I can't help but smile listening to Micah slip into Louisiana Creole as he bargains for a few trinkets from a vendor selling items made of crocodile hide. He is so much more himself here, relaxed and in his element.I try to imagine wh