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"The merchant marine." Margo toyed with his hair. "It sounds so...
dangerous. And exciting. Do you have a woman in every port?"

"I'm working on it." As the first fat drops of rain splatted the
windshield, he raised a brow at Laura. "Want to sit on my lap, too,
sugar?"

Dignity was something else she'd learned at an early age. Not sparing
him a reply, Laura got into the backseat with Kate.

The minute the door was closed, Josh sent the car streaking across the
road and up the hill toward home. When her eyes met Michael's in the
rearview mirror, Laura deliberately looked away, then back. Back toward
the cliffs, and her place of comfortable dreams.

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Chapter One
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On the day of her eighteenth birthday, Laura was in love. She knew she
was lucky to be so certain of her feelings, and her future, and the man
who would share them both with her.

His name was Peter Ridgeway, and he was everything she had ever dreamed
of. He was tall and handsome, with golden good looks and a charming
smile. He was a man who understood beauty and music, and the
responsibilities of career.

Since he had been promoted in the Templeton organization and transferred
to the California branch, he had courted her in a fashion designed to
win her romantic heart.

There had been roses delivered in glossy white boxes, quiet dinners at
restaurants with flickering candlelight. Endless conversations about art
and literature--and silent looks that said so much more than words.

They had taken walks in the garden in the moonlight, long drives along
the coast.

Her fall into love had not taken long, yet it had been a gentle tumble
with no scrapes or bruises. Very much, she thought, like sliding slowly
down a silk-lined tunnel into waiting arms.

Perhaps, at twenty-seven, he was a bit older than her parents might have
liked, and she a bit younger. But he was so flawless, so perfect, Laura
couldn't see how the years could matter. No boy of her own age had Peter
Ridgeway's polish, his knowledge, or his quiet patience.