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• The Road That Leads Us Home (COMPLETED)   Epilogue

  Zoya got off the elevator and stepped into the foyer of the penthouse located two floors above St. Clair Steel's executive offices. She and Roman lived here during the week, but returned to Arcadia each weekend. So far, the arrangement worked. She'd hired a decorator to change the interior from contemporary to farmhouse country, so he'd feel more at home. She'd lived in Arcadia so long, the style suited her as much as it did him. Next summer, she planned a balcony garden. He'd laughed when she told him she intended to grow tomatoes and peppers. He'd suggested throwing in some zinnias for good measure, and she'd taken him up on it, even though she knew he was being sarcastic. Homer jumped from the sofa and came to her. She leaned down and petted him. "Where's Roman?"  

• The Road That Leads Us Home (COMPLETED)   Thirty Eight

  Marion couldn't help the gleeful smile that made her cheekbones hurt. One disappointing PI after another, and just when her stay of execution was going to run out, she received the text. Dove is in Arkadia. 1946 Maple Drive. Had the little brat been under her nose all this time? She didn't know whether to think the girl stupid or cunning. The timing couldn't have been better. Her bank account had seen better days; she was practicing wasting away with only a half a million left. Sure, to some it was a comfortable amount, but not with the lifestyle she'd grown accustomed too. Fashion week in Paris, skiing in Chamonix Mt Blanc, lounging poolside in the Hamptons—all expensive luxuries she reveled in.&nbs

• The Road That Leads Us Home (COMPLETED)   Thirty Seven

  Roman wasn't sure what category to put Miles Landry in—friend or foe. The man seemed to be working both sides of the street. Out of character for an ex cop, and as much as Roman appreciated the head start the PI had given Zoya, the fact remained, he still worked for Marion O'Donnell-St. Clair. Miles set his briefcase on the table, stuck out his hand and Roman ignored it. "What the hell are you doing here?" He pushed his palms out in front of his body as if surrendering. "No need for hostility. I'm here to help, not cause trouble." Roman nodded toward the last vacant chair at the table. "In that case, take a seat. Only fair to warn you though, nothing—and I do mean nothing is going to mess up my wedding day

• The Road That Leads Us Home (COMPLETED)   Thirty Six

  Zoya flung her leg over the seat, barely missing Roman's cheek. She grabbed her clothes, stomped across the yard and let herself into the house with the hidden key. Within seconds, Roman was right behind her, calling after her, but she didn't answer. How could he do this to her? Come all the way to Austin, knowing about her obligations, and ask her to marry him but have no intention of living with her. She'd been so blinded by love and sex—oh, God, the sex. How would she ever live without that? Without him? As she reached the bedroom, he caught up and spun her around. She shoved against his chest. "Why did you do this? Get my hopes up? Make me think you loved me enough to do anything for me? Well, I don't want to hear anything else from you." She went into the bathroom and slammed the door behind her

• The Road That Leads Us Home (COMPLETED)   Thirty Five

  Relief washed over Zoya when the county clerk didn't recognize the name Dove St. Clair, and the subsequent name change to Zoya. Roman had been right. The missing heiress was old news, and no one remembered. At nine-thirty, Roman drove the Camry into the lot at the rental place and reclaimed his Harley. He stuffed the paperwork into the saddlebag and secured her duffle with a bungee cord. He handed her the only helmet, then straddled the seat, and her heart kicked up at the memory how those strong thighs had boxed her in hours earlier. She eyed the bike from front to back. "What kind is this?" She didn't care about the answer. Only wanted time to work up the courage to actually get on the metal monster. He grinned. "St

• The Road That Leads Us Home (COMPLETED)   Thirty Four

  Roman sat straight up in bed and couldn't believe what she'd said. Sex affected her in ways he didn't understand. Give her an orgasm, she gives him a company. "Not a good idea, Zoya." "Why not?" She looked so wide-eyed and innocent and he wanted her again. It would have to wait because he needed to set her straight. "Weren't you paying attention when I said people will judge you?" She folded her arms and frowned. "I don't care." "Well, I do. Besides, think about your dad. He'd never want you to give part of your legacy away. Especially not to me."