Westmoreland's Way - Brenda Jackson [57]
After a few moments a deep male voice said, “May I cut in?”
Pam glanced up into the face of the one cousin she remembered well, because he was a nationally known motorcycle-racing star, Thorn Westmoreland.
“Just for now,” Dillon said jokingly, handing her over to his cousin. After Thorn, she remained on the dance floor through several more songs as each of Dillon’s male cousins got a chance to twirl her around.
Finally, she found herself back in her husband’s arms for a slow number. They would be catching a plane later that day to Miami, where they would set sail on a cruise to the Bahamas.
He pulled her tight into his arms and whispered, “At last,” before lowering his head and latching on to her mouth, not caring that they had a ballroom filled with guests. When he finally released her mouth, she couldn’t help but chuckle throatily. “That was naughty.”
“No, sweetheart,” he said, brushing his knuckles gently against her cheek. “That was this Westmoreland’s way. Get used to it.”
“I will.” She went on tiptoe and captured his mouth with hers, deciding to show him that Novaks had a way of their own, as well.
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WESTMORELAND’S WAY
Copyright © 2009 by Brenda Streater Jackson
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Books by Brenda Jackson
Prologue
One “H ave you totally lost your mind, Pam? No matter what you say, we can’t let you do it. You’ve given up so much for us already. We just can’t.” Pamela Novak smiled as she glanced over her shoulder and saw the three militant faces frowning at her and quickly decided it would be best to give them her full attention. Drying her hands on a towel she turned away from the sink to face them. She wondered what it would take to make her sisters see reason and understand that she had to do what she had to do. Not just for her own benefit but mainly for theirs. Fletcher was pushing for a Christmas wedding and here it was the first week in November already. So far they hadn’t set a date, but he would bring it up every time she saw him. He’d let it be known that he didn’t want a long engagement and, considering everything, a long engagement wouldn’t be in her best interest, either. She nibbled on her bottom lip, trying to come up with a quick yet effective strategy. If she could convince her si
Two P am knew she had made a mistake inviting Dillon Westmoreland to