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she hoped. She pictured herself as happy as her twin when she fell in love. Now the entire thing sounded analytical and deliberate. Where was the happiness in all this? Was the price of a baby going to be too high?

      “It is a kind of strategy. You need to find the right match.”

      “Mmm. It’s early, I know, but what if I don’t find someone I can even think of going to bed with?”

      “Was that the real problem with Mark?”

      She thought about it a moment. “Yes. No matter what, I couldn’t see myself getting intimate with the man.”

      “It was a first date,” Tray said.

      “I don’t think that would change.”

      “You’ll find someone. Let me know how your sister’s friends work out. I have another couple of friends who are still single.”

      “Maybe they want to stay single like you,” she said.

      “You think I won’t marry?”

      “Tray, you’re thirty-six years old and haven’t come close to getting married yet. You date some of the world’s most beautiful women. I think you’re hard to please. And you have to admit, you spend a lot of time at work. Relationships take time to build and maintain.”

      “That doesn’t mean I don’t want a family—someday.”

      Lianne heard the kettle whistling. She walked into the kitchen and turned off the gas. “Do you think there are several people in the world a person could be equally happy with?”

      “Maybe.”

      “I mean that one man for one woman sounds awfully chancy. What if they pass each other by? Would neither ever find happiness?” Lianne asked wistfully.

      “You’re getting too philosophical for tonight. Go to sleep and tomorrow see what your sister turns up.”

      Lianne fixed her tea and went to the living room. Turning off the lights, she opened her drapes and gazed out over the lights of Washington. Sipping the warm beverage she thought about her evening. The highlight had been the conversation with Tray. What did that say about her chances of finding Mr. Right?

      How odd her sister thought she should be on the lookout for someone like Tray. He was handsome in a very sexy way, if she let herself think about it. Mostly she considered him her boss. And she’d decided early in her tenure with Protection, Inc. not to become involved with a fellow employee. She’d heard of office romances gone bad. Her job had been too important to her to risk it.

      For a moment she wondered what it’d be like to be romanced by Tray. Fleeting, at best. He had a different girlfriend every few months. She’d rather spend hours each week working with him, than be one in a long line of dates.

      She finished her tea and went to bed. Tomorrow would provide new opportunities.

      Saturday Lianne spent thoroughly cleaning her apartment. Not that it was messy, mostly dusty and needing some freshening. She wasn’t home enough to clutter up things. Once done, she changed into clean jeans and a pink top and headed for her sister’s. They had planning to do.

      Annalise and Dominic had a luxury apartment near Dupont Circle, a neighborhood in Washington for young professionals, with outdoor cafés and a wide variety of ethnic restaurants. The shops were upscale and unique, a pleasure to browse through. Parking was a problem, so Lianne took a cab. Just as she arrived, it began to rain. So much for planning a quick walk and coffee at one of the cafés, she thought.

      When Lianne reached her sister’s apartment, Annalise was waiting. She threw open the door and reached out to hug her. “Come in. Dominic’s away for a few days, so it’s just us. Isn’t the weather a bummer. I thought we could take a walk and talk.”

      “My thoughts exactly.” They grinned at each other. They’d shared that bond all their lives.

      “I can order in. A caramel macchiato for you, right?” Annalise asked.

      “And you’ll have the double cap,” Lianne said, taking off her jacket. “Where is Dominic off to this time?”

      “Brussels. There’s some big NATO event going and they’re using super computers and he’s needed to make sure they run with no glitches.”

      “And you didn’t want to go?” Lianne asked.

      “Not this time. I’ve a big deal about to close. I want to be here for that.”

      Annalise was in real estate, selling homes in an area of Washington that catered to embassy personnel and members of Congress.

      “Let me order the coffees and then you and I need to discuss this situation. I can’t believe we didn’t know this would become a crisis. Surely something else can be done to help you,” Annalise said.

      Lianne filled her in on all the doctor had to say. “There’s no guarantee I can even get pregnant. But if I want a chance at a baby of my own, I need to at least try,” she ended.

      “Did the doctor give you a time limit?” Annalise asked.

      “No, but each month the pain gets worse. It must be getting worse, this month is the first time I have missed work.”

      “Maybe you didn’t tell me the full extent of everything.”

      Lianne shrugged. “Doesn’t matter. I guess it’s just a matter of how long I can hold out. Dr. Wright wanted to schedule the op at my last visit.”

      “Hold on a little longer. Let me tell you about this friend of mine in the office. He’s about our age and never been married. So no ex-wife to bore you with.”

      “Do you think he’s interested in marriage and kids?”

      “With the right woman, of course.”

      Lianne didn’t take her sister’s assertion to heart. But what did she have to lose? If he turned out to be the man of her heart, she’d be forever grateful.

      “So tell me more about him,” Lianne said.

      Tray threw his pencil on the desk and rose, pacing around the office. He couldn’t concentrate. The normal appeal of the job was missing. Saturdays usually allowed him to catch up. He was too distracted to concentrate. This was going on too long. He wasn’t sleeping well and knew he had to get beyond the grief he held for a baby he’d never known. He went to the window. The rain slanted down, blurring his view. It looked cold. As cold as he felt every time he thought about Suzanne and her unconscionable act.

      Comparing her with Lianne came naturally these days. One woman casually and callously ended a baby’s life before it even had a chance. The other was doing all she could to be able to have a baby that she’d cherish all its life. Why hadn’t fate denied Suzanne a pregnancy and granted an easy time for his analyst?

      Talking with Lianne at the shore had reaffirmed his faith in women. His analyst wanted a baby desperately. He’d heard all his life how his mother had so longed for a child she’d risked her own life, and lost. Those were the kind of women that kept the species going. He wished he could do something for Lianne. He was in the business of providing solutions, why couldn’t he find one for her?

      He turned and looked at the stack of folders on his desk. Maps lined one wall, on sliding bars to move in and out of the forefront. He’d built up a good security business over the last eight years. The need continued unabated and the company was growing to meet demand.

      But Suzanne’s heinous act had knocked him off his original course. He’d thought he’d find a woman to admire, respect and want to build a life with. She’d provide him with children who could inherit the business, make his uncle a grandfather. Someone to spend holidays with, share celebrations and downturns.

      He wanted to offer more for any children he may have than he’d been given. Not that his uncle didn’t do his best. Part of the reason Tray pushed so hard to make


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