“So you will consider a future with me, Elena Rollins?” he asked, wrapping both arms around her and pulling her flush against him. “Will you unpack your suitcase and stay right here? Let me build you a space that’s just for you here and in Silicon Valley?” He tilted her face to look deep into her eyes. “Because I want you to always know that whenever you’re with me there’s a permanent home for you that’s just the way you want it.”

His words—the sentiment behind them—showed her how thoroughly he understood her. Emotions clogged her throat. “That’s a really nice thing to offer a woman who never stayed in one place for more than eleven months until after I turned eighteen.”

“You’ll always have a home with me.” He brushed a kiss over her lips. Soft. Tender.

With the promise of so much more.

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Forbidden Promises

by Synithia Williams

CHAPTER ONE

A LARGE CALLA lily bouquet came entirely too close to slapping India Robidoux in the face the moment she entered her family’s home for the first time in four years. Only a quick slide to the right saved her from that indignity.

The woman carrying the flowers rushed by with a barely audible “excuse me.”

India jumped back to avoid being hit by another bouquet as a different woman with an equally large arrangement hurried by. The ornate oak-and-glass front door swung open behind her. India stutter-stepped to the right to avoid being hit. Maybe she should have taken up dancing instead of the violin. She clearly had the footwork down.

The front door opened again, and a man carrying a large box rushed through. “Where do you want these?” he asked her. He shifted and the sound of glasses clinking together came from the box.

India’s mouth opened, then closed. She glanced around in the hope he was talking to someone who had some clue what was going on.

The man loudly cleared his throat. “Ma’am?”

Blinking rapidly, India pointed down the hall where more noise came from the back of the house. “Um...the kitchen?” That had to be where glasses needed to go.

The man nodded and hurried on his way. Yet another woman carrying a huge bouquet, roses instead of calla lilies, rushed by again.