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kept the lovely lady waiting. Come here, you, give us a hug." he said smoothly, then beckoned to her with one finger.

Standing, she wrapped her arms around him, loving the smell of his expensive, subtle cologne, and felt him kiss her cheek warmly. “Brett, stop fooling about, we have a big problem.” she said as she pushed him away playfully and they both sat down. Looking around once more, peevishly, she was secretly pleased to see that the same women who had been watching him earlier were now shooting glances of envy and hostility her way.

Motioning for the waiter impatiently, Brett asked for a glass of wine for himself, and a refill for Martina.

Looking around nervously, as if she expected the police to barge in any second, she hissed, “He’s looking for her, you know who! I should have gotten rid of her while I had the chance. Now we have to get rid of her, right now, or all my plans will have been for naught. That bitch has been a thorn in my side for years, I wish she would have died.” she finished with maniacal hatred gleaming in her eyes.

Looking at her with a neutral expression, he was silent for the moment. Three years earlier he had entered into the plan to help her get rid of Cassandra, because at the time he thought it would be fun to use his skills to help her get the man she so desperately wanted, and he had always enjoyed participating in her little schemes.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Well, if you would have allowed the original plan to progress, you would be that…” he stopped short as he struggled with his own hatred and unreasonable jealously of Granger Mortenson. The man had everything he had always coveted. Vast fortune, power, and most of all, he had possessed Cassandra, a woman he felt should have been his. The original plan had been to deteriorate Cassandra’s mental state to the point where she would have been committed, and of course, he had planned to have her under his care, since he had became her doctor months before the attack. It was quite simple how he had gotten close to her to begin with. Martina had casually mentioned his name to Grace Mortenson, after the older woman had told her about the strange behavior her daughter-in-law had been exhibiting. Grace then told Granger that he should have Brett treat her, and from that moment, she became molding clay in his hands.

As a matter of fact, the plan had been almost too easy. What Grace Motenson didn’t know, was the fact Martina had paid a maid five thousand dollars to switch Cassandra’s herbal supplement for a drug compound he had developed that would cause psychotic behavior. The maid did as she was told, and her reward had been a bullet to the head, and her body being dumped in a drainage ditch. Martina had felt that if the maid would betray her employer, she would do the same to her once the five thousand dollars was gone. Perhaps squeal on her to Granger, or maybe even try to blackmail her. The plan had been running smoothly, until Grace had told Martina that Granger was thinking about having his wife committed so she could receive care. And, being as spoiled and impatient as ever, his hot-headed cousin couldn’t wait a bit longer to get her hands on Granger and his fortune, and that’s when she had brutally assaulted Cassandra, nearly killing her. Believing the woman was dead, she had wanted him to dispose of her battered body, and he was positive that if she had known, at the time, that the woman was still alive, she would have finished the job.

But then something strange had happened. For reasons he was still unsure of himself, he had found himself smitten with her out of the blue, and knew right then and there that he couldn’t let her die, so he slowly nursed her back to health. When Martina had found out the woman had survived, she had been livid, but he had managed to convince her that he could make sure Cassandra would never return to Granger.

Seeing that he still wasn’t