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been overly successful.
    Samantha scooped the smaller woman up in a big hug. The first time she had met Sabrina, she had done something similar. Her new sister-in-law had stiffened before returning the hug. It wasn’t until later that Sabrina warmed up enough to let down her guard.
    Now Sabrina returned her hug with warmth and affection, whispering a question in Sam’s ear. “Did you have fun last night?”
    “Hell, yeah.”
    She released Sabrina. Immediately, Jonas wrapped his arm around his wife’s waist and pulled her closer. He planted a kiss on the top of her head.
    “Feeling better?”
    Sabrina bristled. “Do I look better?”
    That was a loaded question. Samantha winced before Jonas answered.
    “You look like shit. We can put the trip off, Mrs. Spencer. The doctor said it should pass in another month or so.”
    Sabrina shook her head. “I took a pill.”
    “Great,” Jonas said. His voice dripped with sarcasm. “You’ll sleep through the flight and be up all night.”
    Sabrina giggled. A blush bloomed in her cheeks. “Then you’d better get some sleep on the flight, too.”
    A minivan pulled up to the curb. Though she lacked kids and the things most people associated with that kind of transportation, Sam found the storage space to be a bonus. Canvases fit inside very well, and she had negotiated a great deal on it.
    She breathed a sigh of relief. She could escape before Sabrina and Jonas got too gooey with each other.
    She bent to pick up her bags, but Jonas beat her to it. “I got these, Sammy.”
    A BMW pulled up next, Sabrina’s wedding gift to Jonas. Though she had never complained about the piece of junk Jonas had driven for the past year, Sabrina had developed a habit of pursing her lips and studying the car as if trying to figure out what in the world it was doing in her driveway. Then she would sigh and turn away, shaking her head. The gift had surprised Jonas, but nobody else.
    The slamming of a door jerked Sam’s attention back to her own battered vehicle. Jonas turned back, beaming a smile at both ladies.
    Sabrina’s hand crept around Sam’s wrist, and a gentle pressure drew Sam down to Sabrina’s level. “I’ll see you in Kentucky in eleven days,” she said. “I want details, Sammy. Lots and lots of details.”

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    Stefano woke with a hand resting on his chest. Alexei’s. Lifting his brother’s arm by the wrist, he shoved it back to the other side of the bed. With a groan, he sat up, stretched, and yawned. Then he opened his eyes.
    Hotel room. Stef hadn’t drunk much the night before, but he was a solid sleeper and he almost always woke disoriented. Memories surfaced. Long, golden hair. Cornflower blue eyes. A light dusting of freckles across her nose that he hadn’t noticed until she passed out and he had the chance to stare at her all he wanted.
    His attention went to the chair over which she had spread her dress. Bare upholstery. Shit. She was gone.
    A glance at the clock showed that it was after ten. Sleeping this late was an unusual occurrence for Stefano. He was a morning person. The freshness of a new day never failed to get his ass out of bed. Lex was a different story. If Alexei was up before they sky turned pink, then something important was about to happen.
    It meant no competition for the shower. The warm spray woke him up and the aroma wafting from the mug of coffee Alexei set on the counter in the kitchenette roused him the rest of the way. Stefano drained his mug, loving the way the temperature of the warm coffee nearly scalded his throat.
    “She’s gone,” Lex said, unnecessarily.
    From Lex’s tone, Stef knew his brother was upset. He turned, taking the half step necessary to lean his shoulder against the wall separating the kitchenette from the living area. Lex’s dark brows were drawn together, and he frowned into his mug.
    “She didn’t leave a note or wake us up to say goodbye or anything.”
    No, she hadn’t. Stefano might like to be up in the