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through the arched windows in William’s bedroom and fell like a golden veil over the decadent canopy bed. When William’s eyes opened the first impression he had was of warmth, and it was not because of the summer sunshine. It was the enfolding warmth and the exact rightness he felt as he held his darling fair-haired girl in his arms. He had all the money and resources a man could dream of within his grasp but he’d never known the simple pleasure of waking up with a woman in his bed, or anywhere else for that matter. Allie smelled of the lavender sea salts she had bathed in the night before and the fresh ironed linens on the bed, and her own dewy fresh scent. Her intoxicating smell along with the satiny perfection of her skin combined with her beautiful face and tender heart drew him to her like a magnet.
    “G’morning darling girl.” He murmured and the softness of his tone was unfamiliar to him but it felt so good and right and somehow it eased an ancient ache hidden deep inside him.
    “Mmm, hey handsome. Good morning to you,” she said, her eyes taking in his face as soon as they fluttered open. She pulled his mouth to hers with the thought that he was as beautiful as a lost-in-time prince from a fairytale, too perfect to be real. But he was real and every cell in her body sparked to life with a hunger for him, for the magic of his touch on her and in her, making her feel alive and more than that, immortal. Without even thinking a prayer formed in her heart that he should be hers to love forever, that what they felt in the newness of their union would never diminish and it would lead them to their happily ever after.
    They were both late to work that morning and most mornings after that and neither one of them cared. William simply shrugged off Tanya’s twinkling smiles when he strolled into his office and Allie ignored Thelma Maguire’s glaring Arctic-cold stares. They were happy and that was all that mattered. Fate or destiny had thrown them together with a little bit of help from William’s unsuspecting father.
    Later in the week Allie walked to the Roasted Bean and had her café au lait and she lowered her head but peeked up through a swath of fringed lashes as she passed by The Cathedral. She felt a powerful urge to turn her gaze up to the roof of the building where she was certain that Walden would be watching as she walked by. William swore he no longer concerned himself with his brother’s wellbeing, but Allie did, she wondered and worried about him more than she should. She had the odd sense of Walden watching her, and not only when she passed through the shabby streets of the warehouse district. The night before she had awakened and stepped onto the balcony outside the bedroom and she caught a glimpse of a tall, broad-shouldered figure whose face was obscured by the shadows. As he turned his back and walked away she had the strange sensation of fireworks igniting down low in her belly.
    When Allie returned to her office from the coffee shop William was waiting to whisk her off for an early lunch but once they were in his new Maserati (Walden had never returned the one he borrowed) winding through the streets of the Quarter they had a terrible fight.
    “Walden’s a complete wildcard, Alaina, and he’s utterly unpredictable. Why do you constantly put yourself in danger by going anywhere near him?” William yelled, enraged by her careless attitude toward her own safety.
    “You’re a relentless control freak, William. Just so you know, I’d rather have you as my lover than my jailer but I’ll let you decide which role you choose to play,” Allie spat the words at him, disgusted by his obsessive desire to track her every move.
    “Alright, I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be controlling, Allie. I want to be the man you can’t live without and I suppose I’m still reeling from seeing you and Walden together. My brother has changed and I should be glad of that. He’s more reasonable and