Prescription For Love (The Kingsley Series) Read Online Free PDF

'that' into 'they-at'. "But I'm givin' it another go, and I want you on it, Cam’ron."
     
    "I see," Cameron said, nodding with forced patience.
     
    "My betrothed was s’posed to message you ‘bout all this," Christina went on, wandering around the office in a take-charge way that indicated her sense of self-importance.
     
    "Lester McMillan?" Tabitha asked, glancing down at the email as if to make sure she was getting the name right. Christina, forced to notice Tabitha, turned and nodded crisply, pursing her lips and narrowing cool, hazel eyes. Her perfect blonde hair swinging, she sauntered over to Tabitha and pressed a credit card into her palm.
     
    "Be a dear, won't you, honey, and go on over to find me a latte in that diner down the way?" She gave a tight smile, and turned her back on Tabitha, dismissing her a second time. She took a breath, gathering her fame around her and resting in the fact that the world found her significant. Waiting for the sound of Tabitha leaving the room, Christina adjusted a lampshade, then picked up and examined a small crystal sculpture on a table.
     
    "Now that the help is out of the way, we can talk more seriously, honey," she said, patting her fingers lightly over her hair to see that it was still smooth. "I swear, there's always some crazy fan tryin' to get a piece of me these days." She rolled her eyes, and Cameron laughed, reminded of Tabitha's own eye roll moments before. They hadn't gotten along while planning Christina's second wedding either, because Christina's husband at the first wedding had developed a nasty habit of flirting with Tabitha.
     
    "That must be difficult for you," Cameron murmured, sliding around to take her place at her desk. "What can we do for you, Ms. Dawn?"
     
    "Well, like I said, I'm here to have a weddin' planned," Christina laughed. "You know me from the last one, honey, so you know I really don't care what you pick. Cost ain’t an issue either, so you do what's fancy, and I'll sign checks. That seemed to work well last time, didn't it, doll?"
     
    "It certainly did, Ms. Dawn, you had a wonderful wedding. The papers loved it."
     
    "Yes, well, they just love ever'thin' that's to do with me," Christina giggled, leaning back to cross her slender legs. "I'm like a little piece of the last meal on the planet, love, and ever'one's wantin' a bite."
     
    "Well, now you can't blame any of us, surely, Ms. Dawn," Cameron said, glad the other woman didn't recognize the mocking tone she couldn't keep from her voice. "A woman of your ... splendor ... is something to be watched and admired, isn't that right?"
     
    Christina giggled again, placing one elegant hand over her chest in false modesty. She lowered her face, looking out at Cameron coyly from under thick lashes. "I do suppose some people see it that-a-way," she said.
     
    "Ms. Dawn, are you sure you don't care what's done for the wedding? You wouldn't like to choose some of the music this time, or the flowers? Anything? Make it more personal?"
     
    "No honey, I'm an actress," Christina said, raising an eyebrow and speaking slowly as if Cameron were intellectually challenged. "As an actress, anything in the world can be personal to me. Why, even that pen there," she gestured dramatically, indicating a cheap drugstore pen that Cameron had found in Michael's car. Her hazel eyes flooded with tears, and she took on an entirely new persona.
     
    "That pen, that was my momma's pen, so long ago when she was alive. And she used to sign my school papers with it, and she used to write long love letters to papa ..." Christina allowed her voice to trail away, a tear cutting a trail through the makeup on her cheek.
     
    "You see doll, I can put meanin' in anything," she said as she rose from her chair. “The weddin' is in two weeks, honey. Set it up." Breezing carelessly out the door, she completely missed the shocked expression on Cameron's face. She pushed through the door just as Tabitha was coming back in,