Cherise didn't seem to care."I should repair my face and check on Cherise. Would you like me tocome down again?" Definitely. Our date isn't over." Her...smile widened."I'll be down soon." She came to him, held his face in both hands andkissed him. "I also wanted to say thanks for taking us in. You'll neverknow what this means to Cherise and me." She moved away elegantly.Edward. cleared away the table and wiped it down. He wondered at theevents of the last 36 hours and what had just happened. He. The voice was even and cultured, and creepily smooth. The flashlight he held swung toward the tent. “Wakey-wakey, Madeline,” he called. “Get your freckled ass out here and talk to papa.” There was a frantic stirring in the tent and Maddie’s head popped out.“Derek?” she said, startled.“Please take time to get dressed, Mrs. Zayne,” Derek answered. “It’s cold out here.”“So you’re Derek Zayne?” Keith asked.“Yes,” the man answered, “and you’ve been sleeping with my wife.”“Ex-wife,” Keith. Then I want you to deliver them to the Salon. Give them to Barbi. She’ll be expecting you. Do you have any questions?”Suzi looked embarrassed and shook her head without answering. She dreaded going to that part of town, even in the daylight.“Oh, and while you’re there, have Barbi bleach some more of the front of your hair. I think I’d like to make you into sort of a half blonde. Okay? I really love that look. I really think it will look stunning on you. What with your dark hair and. Was that part of what Emma had asked him back at the fountain? He had to admit he would like nothing better than to watch — and feel — his throbbing erection disappear inside her slender body. The trip back was far faster than the trip out. On their mutual front porch, they both looked at each other, silently appraising. ‘Peter’s plane doesn’t get in until 3:30,’ Emma said with a question mark implied. ‘My place or yours?’ ‘Yours, I think, but I don’t want anyone to see me going in.’ Emma.