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What could she do to reach her before she did something even more dangerous?
No answers came, only a muffled moan as Jade flopped over onto her stomach and began to snore. Margot shook her head and sighed. The kid was going to be one hurting puppy come tomorrow. Dragging the covers over her inert form, she switched off the bedside lamp.
She was going to have to figure out something before her rebellious sister got into the kind of trouble that might end up scarring her for life. But before she could do that she first had to find out what the Warburg police intended to do.
“She sleeping it off?” Travis asked as she came into the kitchen.
Margot answered with a tired nod.
“Here. This’ll help.” He passed her a mug of steaming black coffee.
“Thanks,” she murmured, and raised the mug to her lips, drinking deeply, taking the opportunity to glance at Rob Cooper as she did. He was standing by the refrigerator. He, too, was cradling a mug.
“I’m afraid I didn’t have the presence of mind to thank you earlier, Officer Cooper, for bringing Jade home instead of taking her to the station.”
He had a nice smile. “Warburg’s not a big town. We know your family’s gone through a lot recently, Ms. Radcliffe. No point making things harder on you and your sisters.”
“That’s very kind of you. Our father’s and Nicole’s deaths have obviously been toughest on Jade. To say she’s been having a rough time would be an understatement.” Setting the cup on the counter, she pushed a lock of hair away from her face and forced herself to ask the question, the possible answers to which frightened her. “As I’m sure you know, Officer Cooper, my sister is underage. What will happen to her?”
“As I said before, your sister’s pretty lucky. She didn’t have a fake ID on her, and we’ve already ascertained that she didn’t bring any of the pot, Ecstasy, or coke that was floating around the party tonight, so she won’t be charged with fraud or possession.”
“Well, that’s good to hear,” she whispered, gripping the counter behind her so she wouldn’t slide to the floor on legs that had turned suddenly to jelly. Ecstasy? Cocaine? The high school parties she’d gone to had generally involved however many six-packs of Bud the most daring of the kids could smuggle out of their parents’ house. Though pot had made an occasional appearance, nobody was doing cocaine or Ecstasy back then. And Jade was only sixteen.
“And unlike some of the kids we arrested tonight, this is your sister’s first brush with the law. I have a kid sister, too, Ms. Radcliffe. Emma’s a freshman. With three family members on the force, she’s pretty much a straight arrow. But I’m not sure how she’d react if she had to deal with everything your sister’s going through. So that’s why this time I’m going to let her off with a hundred-dollar fine. Tonight’s activities won’t make it onto her record. But when you talk to your sister in the morning, you should let her know we keep a list of juvenile offenders at the station. She’s made it onto that list now. If we cross paths with her again, it’ll be bad news for her. Really bad news.”
She nodded firmly. “I will tell Jade. And thank you for being so understanding.”
“Again, your sister’s lucky. My wife, Becky, and I had our first baby in August. Being a dad has made me see things a bit differently. I pray Hayley never gets mixed up in a bad crowd. But if she were to make some royally stupid teenage mistake, I hope the authorities wouldn’t make it harder for her to straighten herself out.”
Jade wasn’t just doubly lucky, she was thrice so, for her run-in had been with Rob Cooper, clearly a good guy.
Margot smiled as relief washed over her. “If I may, Officer Cooper, I’d like to bring Jade by the station and have her clean the inside of your car.”
He inclined his head. “That might be a learning lesson she won’t soon forget.” Raising the mug to his lips, he drained it. “I’d better be off. Thanks for the coffee. It was much appreciated.”
Margot and Travis walked him to the door and then stood on the porch until the taillights of the patrol car disappeared into the dark of the allée. Absently rubbing her arms against the chill night air, she gazed out over the wide expanse of lawn and the outlying fields. Kissed by frost, they glistened pearl-white beneath the moon. It was a beautiful tableau, still and serene, quietly majestic.
Next to her Travis’s shoulders lifted as he breathed deeply then exhaled in a long, puffy stream of white. “I should let you go so you can rest.”
Her heart squeezed painfully. He was right. She should sleep—she would need her wits about her when she confronted Jade in the morning. But alone in her bed she wouldn’t sleep, she’d only toss fitfully, consumed by a longing all the more powerful now that she’d lain in Travis’s arms.
Pivoting, she faced him. He stood, hands balled deep in his pockets, his expression unreadable. She wished he’d kiss her. That’s all it would take to seduce her; he knew it as well as she. Instead he was waiting, letting her make the decision. She should be grateful that he was showing such restraint, yet at the same time she would have loved to see some sign that it mattered to him—that she mattered.
She was so afraid of what the future held. Could she ever hope to hold on to him if they didn’t succeed in keeping Rosewood Farm? A part of her wanted to explain the pre-cariousness of the situation, but she couldn’t take the risk that Travis might leave. She hated deceit. At least she could be honest about her desire for him.
Swallowing the lump in her throat, she said, “Don’t go. Stay with me.”
Thank God. Travis told himself it was because he hadn’t touched her in a couple of hours that his hands shook as he lifted them, framing her face, drawing her near and then lowering his lips to drink deeply, savoring the fine taste of Margot.
And it was only natural to want to ease the fear shadowing her eyes. Seeing her kid sister passed out from a drinking binge had obviously terrified her. Tomorrow would be hectic, tons to do prepping the horses for Dan Stokes’s visit. He could make her feel better tonight. Make them both feel better.
He let her lead him back inside. Hand in hand they climbed the grand staircase to her room. She left the lights off, but the moon was still high enough in the night sky to cast a pale silvery light.
She turned to him and wordlessly began to undress him. Her fingers grazed his bared skin like a heated whisper. Her mouth joined in, pressing kisses, running her tongue over skin stretched suddenly as tight as a drum. Every thud of his heart threatened to burst through. Enthralled, he let her continue.
Her hands glided over his buttocks and his muscles leaped in response. Her mouth had traveled over his chest and down, skimming over his abdomen and then moving lower still.
She was killing him. He was going to die from unholy feverish want. In exquisite agony, he groaned when her moist lips brushed the head of his straining cock.
God, she was so lovely, kneeling before him, her hair threaded with moonlight. She looked as ethereal as a fairy queen—no, a blessedly earthy, sensual queen who was giving him unspeakable pleasure. His need at a flash point, he reached for her, tangling his fingers in her hair.
“Margot”—her hoarsely whispered name a plea, a prayer—“I can’t. It’s too much—”
“Let me.” Just two words and his desire broke free of all bonds. He felt her mouth close around him, drawing him deep into her dark, erotic heat, and he knew he was lost.

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Apa yang bisa dia lakukan untuk mencapai Titanic sebelum ia melakukan sesuatu yang bahkan lebih berbahaya?Tidak ada jawaban datang, hanya erangan teredam sebagai Jade tersebut atas ke perutnya dan mulai mendengkur. Margot menggelengkan kepalanya dan mendesah. Anak-anak akan menjadi satu anjing yang terluka datang besok. Menyeret selimut atas tubuhnya membentuk inert, dia mematikan lampu samping tempat tidur.Dia akan harus mencari tahu sesuatu sebelum adiknya memberontak masuk ke jenis masalah yang mungkin berakhir jaringan parut dia untuk hidup. Tapi sebelum dia bisa melakukan itu dia pertama kali harus mengetahui apa yang polisi Warburg dimaksudkan untuk melakukan."Dia tertidur itu?" Travis bertanya ketika ia datang ke dapur.Margot menjawab dengan anggukan lelah."Di sini. Ini akan membantu." Ia lulus dia mug kopi hitam mengepul."Terima kasih," dia bersungut-sungut, dan membangkitkan mug bibirnya, minum secara mendalam, mengambil kesempatan untuk melirik Rob Cooper seperti yang dia lakukan. Dia berdiri dengan lemari es. Dia, juga, adalah menggendong mug."Aku takut aku tidak memiliki kehadiran pikiran untuk terima kasih sebelumnya, Officer Cooper, untuk membawa Jade rumah bukan membawanya ke Stasiun."Dia memiliki senyum yang bagus. "Warburg kan gak kota besar. Kita tahu keluarga Anda yang pergi melalui banyak baru-baru ini, ibu Radcliffe. Tidak ada gunanya membuat hal-hal yang lebih sulit pada Anda dan saudara Anda."“That’s very kind of you. Our father’s and Nicole’s deaths have obviously been toughest on Jade. To say she’s been having a rough time would be an understatement.” Setting the cup on the counter, she pushed a lock of hair away from her face and forced herself to ask the question, the possible answers to which frightened her. “As I’m sure you know, Officer Cooper, my sister is underage. What will happen to her?”“As I said before, your sister’s pretty lucky. She didn’t have a fake ID on her, and we’ve already ascertained that she didn’t bring any of the pot, Ecstasy, or coke that was floating around the party tonight, so she won’t be charged with fraud or possession.”“Well, that’s good to hear,” she whispered, gripping the counter behind her so she wouldn’t slide to the floor on legs that had turned suddenly to jelly. Ecstasy? Cocaine? The high school parties she’d gone to had generally involved however many six-packs of Bud the most daring of the kids could smuggle out of their parents’ house. Though pot had made an occasional appearance, nobody was doing cocaine or Ecstasy back then. And Jade was only sixteen.“And unlike some of the kids we arrested tonight, this is your sister’s first brush with the law. I have a kid sister, too, Ms. Radcliffe. Emma’s a freshman. With three family members on the force, she’s pretty much a straight arrow. But I’m not sure how she’d react if she had to deal with everything your sister’s going through. So that’s why this time I’m going to let her off with a hundred-dollar fine. Tonight’s activities won’t make it onto her record. But when you talk to your sister in the morning, you should let her know we keep a list of juvenile offenders at the station. She’s made it onto that list now. If we cross paths with her again, it’ll be bad news for her. Really bad news.”She nodded firmly. “I will tell Jade. And thank you for being so understanding.”“Again, your sister’s lucky. My wife, Becky, and I had our first baby in August. Being a dad has made me see things a bit differently. I pray Hayley never gets mixed up in a bad crowd. But if she were to make some royally stupid teenage mistake, I hope the authorities wouldn’t make it harder for her to straighten herself out.”Jade wasn’t just doubly lucky, she was thrice so, for her run-in had been with Rob Cooper, clearly a good guy.Margot smiled as relief washed over her. “If I may, Officer Cooper, I’d like to bring Jade by the station and have her clean the inside of your car.”He inclined his head. “That might be a learning lesson she won’t soon forget.” Raising the mug to his lips, he drained it. “I’d better be off. Thanks for the coffee. It was much appreciated.”Margot and Travis walked him to the door and then stood on the porch until the taillights of the patrol car disappeared into the dark of the allée. Absently rubbing her arms against the chill night air, she gazed out over the wide expanse of lawn and the outlying fields. Kissed by frost, they glistened pearl-white beneath the moon. It was a beautiful tableau, still and serene, quietly majestic.Next to her Travis’s shoulders lifted as he breathed deeply then exhaled in a long, puffy stream of white. “I should let you go so you can rest.”Her heart squeezed painfully. He was right. She should sleep—she would need her wits about her when she confronted Jade in the morning. But alone in her bed she wouldn’t sleep, she’d only toss fitfully, consumed by a longing all the more powerful now that she’d lain in Travis’s arms.Pivoting, she faced him. He stood, hands balled deep in his pockets, his expression unreadable. She wished he’d kiss her. That’s all it would take to seduce her; he knew it as well as she. Instead he was waiting, letting her make the decision. She should be grateful that he was showing such restraint, yet at the same time she would have loved to see some sign that it mattered to him—that she mattered.She was so afraid of what the future held. Could she ever hope to hold on to him if they didn’t succeed in keeping Rosewood Farm? A part of her wanted to explain the pre-cariousness of the situation, but she couldn’t take the risk that Travis might leave. She hated deceit. At least she could be honest about her desire for him.Swallowing the lump in her throat, she said, “Don’t go. Stay with me.”Thank God. Travis told himself it was because he hadn’t touched her in a couple of hours that his hands shook as he lifted them, framing her face, drawing her near and then lowering his lips to drink deeply, savoring the fine taste of Margot.And it was only natural to want to ease the fear shadowing her eyes. Seeing her kid sister passed out from a drinking binge had obviously terrified her. Tomorrow would be hectic, tons to do prepping the horses for Dan Stokes’s visit. He could make her feel better tonight. Make them both feel better.He let her lead him back inside. Hand in hand they climbed the grand staircase to her room. She left the lights off, but the moon was still high enough in the night sky to cast a pale silvery light.She turned to him and wordlessly began to undress him. Her fingers grazed his bared skin like a heated whisper. Her mouth joined in, pressing kisses, running her tongue over skin stretched suddenly as tight as a drum. Every thud of his heart threatened to burst through. Enthralled, he let her continue.Her hands glided over his buttocks and his muscles leaped in response. Her mouth had traveled over his chest and down, skimming over his abdomen and then moving lower still.She was killing him. He was going to die from unholy feverish want. In exquisite agony, he groaned when her moist lips brushed the head of his straining cock.God, she was so lovely, kneeling before him, her hair threaded with moonlight. She looked as ethereal as a fairy queen—no, a blessedly earthy, sensual queen who was giving him unspeakable pleasure. His need at a flash point, he reached for her, tangling his fingers in her hair.“Margot”—her hoarsely whispered name a plea, a prayer—“I can’t. It’s too much—”“Let me.” Just two words and his desire broke free of all bonds. He felt her mouth close around him, drawing him deep into her dark, erotic heat, and he knew he was lost.