”Narcisa’s fingers clench, digging into his waist. She lifts her chin and leans forward. Steffen meets her halfway and she places a soft, sweet ki...s on his lips. She lingers, shifting gently to share his breath and affection.Then she leans back and asks, “How was that?”“Beyond words,” he says with a devious grin. “But we can discuss it if you’d like.”“Shut up,” she responds and leans in for a second kiss.His hands start to roam, slipping into her hair. He holds the back of her head to keep the. An impressive computer setup was the only concession to the late twentieth century in that room.The kitchen was Mrs. Jansen's domain, although I learned that Mrs. Jansen served as cook only in the absence of the family. The family had a full-time cook who traveled with them whenever they went away for an extended period.I was getting overwhelmed by the number and the sumptuousness of the rooms and it was with a sigh of relief that I followed Sally out into the garden at the back of the house. . She'd been such a brainless drone in high school. But something had happened that first year of college. Now she was engaged, sharp, and all of those other things Mom tried to instill in us. In many ways I was proud of my sister. I'd wondered if she returned the feeling.A few weeks before I'd had a chance to learn that. I was in the sorority house doing something to help the house—we all had other duties involved in running the house, and mine was ordering supplies for the kitchen—and I. Shaking off the memories, or trying too anyway, George finished off his beer, threw a ten on the bar and got up and headed for the door. He had an appointment to keep at his house. It was Just after noon, and he was supposed to be in Portland until tomorrow, meeting with potential investors at the Embassy Suites. He had called Paul Richardson that morning and, knowing the situation, Paul had been more than willing to go in his place. Paul was his executive assistant, as well as his partner in.