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hair back from her grandmother’s forehead. “If she could say it, she would be thanking you from the bottom of her heart, Morgan.”
    Morgan saw a small movement of the woman’s left hand, and he reached down, rubbing his fingers across her hand and gently taking it within his own. He felt her try to squeeze his fingers, and the fragile movement made his eyes burn with unshed tears. He leaned down to whisper in her ear.
    “You’re welcome, sweetheart.”

 
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Four
     
    “I feel like Cinderella.” Jude held on to Dallas’s and Morgan’s hands as they entered the grand ballroom of the Parrish Hotel. A relic from classier times, the ballroom floor was polished marble, gleaming invitingly under the soft overhead lighting.
    Several couples were already on the dance floor enjoying the music of a local jazz band. A buffet table ran the length of one wall and an open bar sat at the end of the food tables. Just as Jude expected, the bartender was doing a thriving business.
    “You’re the prettiest woman here,” Morgan whispered in her ear, using his finger to tame a wild strand of hair that escaped the chignon she wore. “It makes me proud just to be beside you.”
    Jude glanced down at her simple strapless black gown. She knew the fit was perfect for her shape. The dress clung to her curves and flared at the bottom, dancing around her feet with every step she took.
    “Thank you, smoke eater.” Jude smiled at him and squeezed both of their hands. “I feel like I’m the luckiest woman here. You and Dallas look incredibly handsome in your uniforms.”
    “Incredibly?”
Dallas
asked, giving Jude a wink. “Does that mean we get a reward for cleaning up so well?”
    Jude giggled. “What sort of reward do you have in mind?”
    “How about a trip to your toy closet?”
Dallas
asked in a low voice. “Morgan and I’ve been talking about your lack of play time. You definitely need to play more, and we could help you.”
    Jude blushed so hard she could feel the strand of pearls around her neck getting warm.
    “You can’t recommend the products if you’ve never tested them, baby.” Morgan raised one eyebrow as if daring her to challenge his statement.
    “We could try out that cute pink paddle on your very adorable ass,”
Dallas
murmured, snagging two glasses of champagne from a passing waiter.
    “Why would I want to get spanked?” Jude’s voice came out louder than she intended. She looked around to see if anyone had heard her, but no one seemed to be paying attention. Her hand trembled when she took the drink
Dallas
offered her.
    “For the fun of it, honey.” Morgan leaned in closer to her. “How do you know you won’t like it until you’ve tried it?”
    “Well, I…” She gave up since no rebuttal readily came to mind. Instead, a trickle of excitement shot like an arrow down her stomach to lodge in her pussy. Like a seed being planted in fertile soil, the idea began to germinate in her mind, blooming with the promise of pleasure.
    Jude watched Dallas and Morgan exchange a quick glance of triumph before
Dallas
motioned to a group of people clustered near the bar.
    “There’s the chief,” he said. “Let’s go over and say hi.”
    Chief Grady stood six foot two with salt-and-pepper hair, cool gray eyes, and a celebrity persona. Jude could imagine him being an anchor for the six o’clock news. He had a look of relaxed authority and intelligence.
    “Chief Grady, this is—”
Dallas
started to say before the chief cut him off good naturedly.
    “Of course, I know who this is.” He took Jude’s hand and patted it between his own. “Is your grandmother doing okay, Ms. Wheeler?”
    Jude was impressed. Chief Grady knew how to flatter. He was probably a killer with the press. Then she recognized one of the men standing with the fire chief. Roger Dennison, an anchor for the
Phoenix
news team. Not only did the governor know how to milk a situation for votes, obviously Parrish’s