Free Who Loves Them? (Who--? Series) by Taylor Storm

babies.”
    Jacqueline raised a disbelieving brow .  “You haven’t had your period yet?”
    Christina ’s mouth formed a wide ‘O.’ “Of course I have, it’s just I’m not really emotionally already to have babies.  That’s just crazy!”
    Jacqueline sighed .  “I see you still have lots to learn, my dear.”
     
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    There was still no sign of Gordon when they walked inside the lodge.
    It was gorgeous, Christina thought, looking around.  The main living room was wide and open, with plush chocolate-colored couches that contrasted nicely with the light wood of the walls and floor, with an Indian-style rug thrown across the floor and thick faux fur blankets thrown over the backs of the couches.  One wall was almost entirely windows, with a bench lined with throw pillows along the opposing wall, and a large, pioneer-style plank table with chairs on the opposite side of the table from the bench.  The kitchen was just off of the living room, and beyond that was a large library which Christina could just see into enough to get a glimpse of a huge fireplace to match the one in the living room, and some dark leather couches.
    The bedrooms were on the opposite side of the cabin, and Jacqueline showed Christina to hers before politely informing her that they would all meet in the library for drinks at three.  Christina nodded and shut the door behind her, dropping her bags unceremoniously on the floor and looking around apprehensively.
    The room was huge .  A large four-poster bed was against one wall, with a thick cream-colored comforter and a calico quilt thrown over one corner.  The pillows were thick and fluffy, with coordinating calico throw pillows propped up against them.  A sheepskin rug stretched across the floor at the side of the bed and a deep merlot-colored knitted blanket was thrown over the arm of a chintz chair in the corner, with a side table and lamp for reading.  French glass doors opened onto a balcony with a tall privacy fence surrounding it and an outdoor shower next to a hot tub.  A further inspection of the bedroom revealed a walk-in closet and the adjacent door led to a massive bathroom with a sunken Jacuzzi tub next to a picture window, and a separate shower.
    Chris was taken aback at how beautiful everything was .  Of course, she expected luxury, but nothing like this.  This was all simply divine!
    Well, if she was going to be forced to become acquainted with her future husband, at least she was going to do it in luxury, Christina thought ruefully.  Of course, given that money was the whole reason she was in this situation, they had better be surrounded with beautiful scenery.  She set about unpacking her bags, hanging up her clothes in the closet and folding some of the items into the pine dresser against the far wall.  She lined up her shoes neatly on the rack inside the closet.  Her mother had taught her to take extreme care with her clothes.
    She shed her sundress and stepped into the shower, enjoying the hot spray of water over her sore muscles .  She hated flying and spent most of the trips she took via airplane, being tense and rigid in the seat.  The shower loosened the tension and left her feeling rubbery and relaxed, substantially better than before.  She dried off and wrapped herself in the thick robe that the lodge had provided, and wrapped her hair up in a towel before collapsing onto the bed, stopping just long enough to set her alarm for two p.m., before falling into a deep sleep.
     
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    The insistent ringing of her alarm woke her from the same dream she’d had many times over the past two years, the dream of her standing in a church while a priest married her to a faceless man.  Except this time the man had a face--the face of the handsome man that they’d run into at the resort, and he had sneered down at her as they said their vows.  “ I don’t love you, you know ,” he’d whispered in her ear as he leaned forward to kiss her before