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shiny melamine white. A small kitchen table was in the centre of the room and the fridge freezer was covered in photos, magnets, reminder notes and April’s paintings. A far door led out onto a little patio and into the garden. The round tower of Edingthorpe’s All Saints church could be seen in the distance as it glistened in the evening sunset. It was a happy house and Annabelle loved it.
    Later that evening she tucked a tired April into bed. Familiar cobalt blue eyes stared back at her and she stroked her rosy cheek. April was a mini replica of Tristan with long limbs, an enigmatic charm, thick black hair and full lips. Smiling, Annabelle kissed the top of her head. “Goodnight sweetheart.”
    April smiled back and snuggled further down into the covers.
    The day she found out she was pregnant completely changed her life. Knowing that a piece of Tristan was growing inside of her had helped her heart to heal. April was her entire world and she’d given her hope and a purpose to live for. The news had devastated her family, especially Wade who had relentlessly tried to get the father’s name out of her, but they soon resigned to her refusals to answer and they all took delight in April when she was born.
    It surprised Annabelle that Wade did not see the resemblance, but she figured that Wade thought he knew every single one of Tristan’s conquests, which made the possibility of Tristan being the father non-existent as he didn’t know about his fling with Annabelle.
    Lying in bed she allowed her mind to probe behind the closed doors of her memories. A rush of warmth filled her as she thought back to that one night that had shaped the rest of her life. She recalled his smell, the feel of his breath on her face and her feelings of anticipation.
    The shameless way she had led Tristan to his room during his leaving ball under the pretence of having a gift for him. What she was about to do wasn’t something she’d ever done before. The woman that stood before him was sultry, fiery and he had no chance against her determination. The gift was her and he was going to receive it either willingly or under duress.
    Oh God, what was she doing?
    She could walk right out of here and forget the whole thing, but there would never be anyone else for her, he’d filled her whole heart. Rarely did a day go by when she wasn’t thinking, imagining or dreaming about a future life with Tristan. She sighed in resignation. Rather than have no time with him at all, she was going to take this opportunity and find out what his reaction would be.
    Approaching him, she put her hands on his chest. They shook slightly. “Tristan…will you kiss me?”
    It must have shocked him as astonishment flashed in his eyes and he pushed himself off the door. “Are you serious?”
    “Please Tristan. I need you to do this for me.” She knew that if she could get him to take the first step her dormant pent up passion would take over. Soft music from the ball below wafted into the room adding to the intensity.
    A tremor of longing skittered down her spine as he took a long, slow drink of her from her feet all the way to the top of her head. The longing and appreciation in his eyes as they met hers made her shiver. If she could have caught her reflection in the mirror, she would have seen a pure, yet alluringly sexy woman, all at the same time. Fascinated, she watched as he licked his lips.
    But a shadow fell across his face and he leaned back against the door again. Thinking that he was going to refuse her, she reached up on her tiptoes and moved her hands up to his shoulders and she dared to skim her lips against his.
    When there was no response she purposely began to brush her heavy breasts against his folded arms. No man could resist that!
    She heard him suck in his breath. “Annabelle, you don’t know what you’re doing.”
    A coil of heat began to unfurl in the pit of her stomach at the sound of his husky reply. It was working. Pushing harder against