told him he wasn’t a good lover.” Annalise lowered her voice. “Which was the most ridiculous thing anyone has ever said,” she reiterated emphatically. “Anyway, somehow she had discovered my books and it made her furious to find out that I had made Ethan the focus of my books. She decided to get her revenge by tearing down his sexual confidence. She told him that a dildo and one of my books brought her more pleasure than he could. Of course, Ethan didn’t realize that I was Ann Pace.”
“Good grief!” Cecile was completely caught up in Annalise’s tale. “What happened next?”
“I was recognized by one of the other guests and Ethan was upset to learn that I was the y author whose books Francine had rubbed in his face.”
“But… Ethan was the hero of the books?”
“He didn’t know that at the time. He walked off and left me – I thought he was never going to speak to me again.”
“What happened? How did you get it straightened out?”
“Alex, Ethan’s brother, had figured it out. He talked to Ethan, gave him my books and told him to read them. Then, he came to me and explained what Ethan had been going through.”
“Wow.” This was an amazing story – as good as one of their books.
“Oh, this is where the story takes a wild turn,” she laughed at herself. Annalise was so happy that she just couldn’t hold it in. “Alex asked me to prove to Ethan that he was still the man he once was – Alex asked me to seduce Ethan.”
“What?” Cecile screamed into Annalise’s ear.
“Hey!” Lise fussed. “I am on the other of that contraption. Don’t yell in my ear.”
“Sorry,” Cecile couldn’t help it – she was shocked. “Did you do it?”
“First, I explained to Alex why I couldn’t do it. I told him about the attack and the scars. But after he told me how Ethan had suffered and the doubts that he had about himself – I couldn’t stand it. I arranged with Alex to leave the door of the B&B unlocked and I went in under cover of darkness. I convinced myself that I could make love to Ethan if there was no chance that he could see my scars.”
“How was it?” Cecile asked before she thought.
Annalise groaned at the memory. “It was heavenly. We made love all night. He is the best lover in the whole world.”
“That’s right, make poor love-starved Cecile jealous.”
“That one night didn’t solve all of our problems, but it sure did open the lines of communication.” She giggled at her own joke. “Every time we made love, Ethan proved to me that we were perfect for one another. Finally, I told him about the rape and he convinced me that the only important thing was that we had found one another again.”
“I’m so happy for you, Lise .” And she meant it.
“I had a couple of close calls, too.” Annalise’s voice grew serious. “My ex-husband, Jeff, decided that he could extort money from me. He threatened me and even attacked me, twice. Ethan and his brothers made short work of him.”
“My God! Are you okay?” She had wanted to play cupid, but had never intended that she be put in any danger.
“I’m fine, and before you start questioning your role in this, remember – if I had been alone, not here at Lost Maples – I would have been helpless. Jeff might have killed me.” Letting out a relieved, happy sigh, she made Cecile feel much better. “Everything worked out perfectly, thanks to you. You are my guardian angel.”
Cecile didn’t feel like an angel. Even though she was thrilled to death for Cecile, she couldn’t help but be a tiny bit jealous. Would her dreams ever come true? Before she went to bed, Cecile knelt by her bed and prayed to find someone to love.
*****
A Couple of Weeks Later
“Who’s the cutie?” Bobby asked Ethan. He had just returned from football practice and arrived to find a mild form of chaos in his home.
“That’s Scarlet,