criminal. "
"You feel that way because I expressed my opinion?" She looked at him incredulously. "Honey, we are not always going to share the same opinion. You like the New York Giants and I like the New Orleans Saints. It's not the end of the world. That's just part of being in a relationship. I admit I don't understand elective surgery to change how you look. That's coming from my background of having surgery as a kid to save my life. "
She indicated the scar that ran between her breasts. "This wasn't a choice. This was something that had to be done to keep me alive. I don't see myself going under the knife unless my life is in danger. If I say something bad about someone having plastic surgery, that in no way is a slight against you. I've seen the differences you've made with children through the Angel Faces Network and I've seen the results of some of your patients when you were working at the hospital. You have a precious gift. With your hands you're able to change lives and make people feel better about themselves. "
For a few seconds he was silent, considering her words. "That's really how you feel? "
"Yes." Her hand crossed the span of the table and touched his .
"I guess you're right. Like you said, we don't have to agree on everything." His eyes softened, seeking hers. "Danielle, I know we spoke about this before, but if you want to get rid of that scar, it would be just a simple procedure. "
She was a little miffed. This would be the third time he mentioned her surgical scar. It was like he thought she didn't meet his standards or something. "Honey, I'm fine. Without this scar, I wouldn't be who I am. If it makes people uncomfortable to look at, then too damned bad! "
He nodded. By the way he was mulling over his words, she knew he was thinking about something else. "Dominick asked me again when you were going to be able to have dinner. You know with Cassandra and the other wives. "
"I'll have to check the weather report and see if Hell froze over yet!" She returned, throwing a little attitude into her neck motions .
"Danielle." He admonished. "Cassandra, Tricia, and the other girls have been trying for over a month to get you to join in some of their activities. They play tennis. They go to the health club, and a couple of them sit on some local charities. They want to have something to welcome you to Arizona, and they want the chance to get to know you. "
Gerard may as well have been speaking Mandarin because what he was saying was going in one ear and out the other. There was no way in hell she was going to spend any time with those rich, spoiled bitches. Especially Cassandra Hopkins or Cassie as she now called herself. She had a hard time believing, after the first fiasco of a meeting in New York at the fundraiser, that Cassie would want to be anywhere near her.
"You can tell them that I am the future Mrs. Lone Wolfe. I have no interest in wasting my time with them. "
"Danielle, I can't exactly tell my colleagues that my fiancée doesn't want to be associated with their wives. How do you think that would look? "
"Frankly Honey, I don't give a damn how it looks. You remember what those harpies are like. You were listening in on our exchange back on the night we first met. If you think I'm walking into an ambush alone, you've got another thing coming. I love you, but c'mon, berealistic. "
"So what am I supposed to tell them? What? You hate their wives? "
"Hate is such a strong word." She considered. "I don't hate anyone. Just tell them that I would not sully my lungs with the same oxygen they breathe. "
"Danielle." he scolded .
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