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Midnight Dreams
December, 1999 Bet Books ISBN: 1-58314-044-1
Midnight Passion . . . Forced to wait tables after her husband stole money from their successful Manhattan hair salon and left her for another woman, Jade Alexander made two resolutions for the New Years -- reopen her business someday and never trust another man again with her heart. But when she attends her friend's New Year's Eve party, she meets her old flame, Terrell Edmonds. As the clock strikes midnight, Jade can feel her resolve weakening--and her desire kindling--under his piercing gaze. Midnight Wishes . . . Six years ago, Terrell Edmonds had lost Jade, the only woman he'd believed was "the one", by letting her marry the wrong man. Determined not to lose her again, Terrell sets out to convince Jade that love can be sweeter the second time around-and together, they can make all of their wishes for the New Year come true. . .
Prologue The scream escaped her throat the moment she heard the shuffling of feet in the darkened room. Stupid! she scolded herself as she closed the bathroom door behind her, immediately realizing that she should have kept her mouth shut. If the intruder wasn't deaf-and she was sure he wasn't-then her scream had alerted him to the fact that she was in the back of the salon. How long would it take him to discover she was locked in the washroom? God help her, she had to get out. It was her only chance. No way would she stay here and become a statistic. If she'd been thinking straight initially, she would have dashed for the back door, but she'd been so frightened that she'd darted into the washroom instead. Forcing herself to draw in a slow breath, she glanced down. No light shone beneath the washroom door, meaning the salon was thankfully still dark. If she could carefully open the door, slip into the room and hug the wall while she tiptoed to the back door, she would be home free. But what if he heard her and she wasn't quick enough? A shiver of dread raced down her spine. Lord, why hadn't she listened when everyone had suggested she get a gun? Don't stay here like a coward-get moving! her mind screamed, and she realized it was now or never. Her hand gripped the bathroom's doorknob at the precise moment she heard her name. Her hand stilled. Pressing an ear against the door, she listened. Was that . . . ? "Jade? Where are you?" Her shoulders sagged with relief as she let out a breath in a nervous rush. It was Terrell. Opening the bathroom door, she stepped into the darkened salon. Streetlights cast soft rays through the store, providing enough light to see Terrell's tall form and his gleaming onyx eyes. "Jade." His baritone voice was soft, merely whispering her name, yet sending shivers of delight all over her body. Now she knew the meaning of the expression "bedroom voice." "Terrell." She hadn't meant to whisper his name in reply, hadn't meant to sound raspy and seductive, but her voice had betrayed her. "What . . . what are you doing here?" "You know why I came." She swallowed as he took a step closer. She did know. Had known from the moment she heard him call her name. "You shouldn't be here." "I couldn't stay away. You know that." Her eyelids fluttered shut as he closed the distance between them and wrapped a strong arm around her waist. She should step away from him, break the physical contact, but God help her, she was paralyzed. "I . . . I have to go." "Not yet, Jade. Not until we've talked." She didn't bother to ask what he wanted to talk about, for she knew. She knew, and a part of her was glad he was here though she shouldn't be. Her eyes popped open. "How did you get in?" "The front door was open." "Really?" Where had her mind been? She never forgot to lock it. "Then I should, uh, lock it." "I already did. I want no interruptions." She trembled at the intensity of his words, at the intense look in his eyes. She barely managed to say, "Oh. Okay." His other hand snaked around her body, resting on the small of her back. Jade's breath snagged in her throat. "Jade, don't do it. I never thought I'd beg you, but I am now. Please-" "Don't," she said quickly, cutting him off. Did she not want him to voice the doubts her own heart had? "We've already discussed this." "No, we haven't. I didn't know what to say when you told me you were still going to marry Nelson. I didn't know what to think. But I know now. I can't let you marry him." "You . . . you can't stop me." "I won't stop you if you really love him. Do you love him? Tell me you do and I'll walk out of your life forever." The air between them was thick with tension, and she gulped at it, desperate to fill her lungs. "I . . ." Her voice trailed off. "You can't say it, can you?" He tightened his grip on her, crushing her breasts against his chest, the intimate contact thrilling her more than she'd ever been thrilled in her life. "You know why, Jade? You know why you can't tell me that you're in love with Nelson?" She didn't know what to say, let alone think. Closing her eyes, she dropped her head forward, resting it against Terrell's chest. Wrong move, for the alluring smell of his cologne mixed with his own masculine scent suddenly made her think of getting naked with him-which only made her wonder about his question. She loved Nelson, she was sure of it, but every time she was around Terrell, she felt confused. "Because Nelson doesn't make you feel the way I do, does he?" "That's not . . . our relationship . . . it's based on . . . more . . ." On what exactly, she didn't know right now. Not while Terrell was holding her so tightly, like he never wanted to let her go. The feel of his hands caused her body to burn with feelings she shouldn't have for another man. "Look at me." She couldn't. She didn't want to see his eyes. He made her. Placing a finger beneath her chin, he lifted her head upward. Finally, their eyes met. His dark eyes were beguiling and offered her more than she was willing to contemplate. "Kiss me," he whispered, his voice making her feel like she'd been jolted by an electric current. She shouldn't. Kisses were reserved for Nelson, her fiancé. But her heart defied her mind, and her fingers slowly crept up his arm, finding his wide shoulders. She gripped them tightly, as though they were a lifeline offering to save her from a stormy sea. Was that how she felt about marrying Nelson? That he was a stormy sea, one in which she might get swept away and drown? Pushing the irksome thought to the back of her mind, Jade ran her fingers over Terrell's shoulders, feeling the corded muscles beneath his thin T-shirt, wishing she could explore his strong body without the barrier of clothes between them. Her fingers paused. This was two times in less than two minutes that she'd thought of getting him naked, and Jade was truly startled. When had she become this . . . this wanton? But the answer to that question fled her mind as heat emanated from his body to hers. And suddenly, she wanted to be lost in that heat-simply enjoying the feel of his body pressed to hers. She wondered how wrong it would be. One night of passion before she committed to Nelson for the rest of her life. . . . Her heart pounded furiously as his face neared hers, as his warm breath gently fanned her face. She was paralyzed, unable to move, unable to speak. How could something so wrong feel so good? Slowly, his fingers ran up and down her back, flirting with the exposed skin. The dress she wore crossed at the back, leaving gaping areas uncovered from her waist to her neck. This is dangerous, she told herself as his hands fiddled with the straps, slipping beneath, caressing her heated skin. And all the while, he edged his face nearer hers, ever so slowly she thought she'd go insane if he didn't just kiss her senseless and get it over with. His nose touched her face, intimately skimming her forehead, her eyelids, one cheek, then her own nose. Jade was lost, and as he softly kissed the tip of her nose, she parted her lips on a sigh. Her nails dug into his shoulders now as a need unlike anything she'd ever experienced consumed her. "Oh, yes, Terrell. Yes." Who was this woman who had taken over her body, her thoughts, her desires? "Jade . . ." His lips covered hers. They weren't tentative and shy but hungry and desperate. It was as if he were trying to prove a point with the kiss, to make her forget Nelson and her engagement to him. Or maybe he was giving her a piece of him she would never forget. He broke the kiss moments later and the sounds of their heavy breathing filled the warm, night air. She felt dazed. It was hard to keep a level head near Terrell; he exuded a raw sexuality that was impossible to ignore. She wanted more. Arching on her toes, she leaned into him, but he released his hold on her and stepped back. Confused, she stared at him. "Don't . . . don't you want me?" He dragged a hand over his face, emitted a groan, then spoke. "Yes, I want you, Jade, but I don't just want a piece of you." He was asking the impossible. She was drawn to him, wanted him in a way that made her crazy with longing, but how could she cancel her wedding? It was next weekend. Nine days away. All the invitations had been sent out, the church and reception hall booked. She even had family coming from England for the event. Maybe, if she'd met Terrell before . . . As if he couldn't stay away from her, he stepped toward her again. "I can make you happy, Jade. Happier than Nelson ever can." When she said nothing, he went on. "I know I can't offer you the financial freedom Nelson can. I'm thirty-two and still establishing myself, but I'm going to be successful one day. Give me a chance, Jade. I love you." He loved her. The words caused a sharp pain to grip her heart. "Tell me how you feel, Jade. Tell me what I already know is true." "But we . . . Nelson and I . . . I've already made him a partner. I-I can't . . ." "Do you honestly want to become Mrs. Crumm?" He gave her a look that said he couldn't believe she was even considering it. "If that name isn't a clue to get going while the going's good . . ." Jade bristled at the sound of Mrs. Crumm. She didn't care for the name either, but she wasn't marrying the name, she was marrying the man. "This isn't about names. I'm a nineties woman. I-I don't have to take his name." "That's right. You're a nineties woman. You can call off the wedding." "Terrell, I've already explained. Th-this isn't right." "What's not right is Nelson. He's not the right man for you. If he is, there's no way you should have kissed me the way you just did." He was right. "But I . . . The salon-" "You're going to become Mrs. Nelson Crumm because of this salon?" Even in the darkness, she could see the disbelief in his eyes. "Partnerships can be broken." "Not this one." Jade was surprised at the strength she'd summoned. Before she lost it, she went on. "Terrell, I'm sorry. It's too late." Frustrated he turned, and Jade felt all the pain he must be feeling as all her veins seemed to criss-cross and knot. But she couldn't give Terrell what he wanted. Nelson loved her. Maybe he lacked the passion Terrell had, but he loved her and it would be unfair to break his heart. She was a woman of her word and she planned to stay true to Nelson. But still it hurt to see Terrell so hurt. Slowly, she approached him, placed a hand on his arm. He shrugged it off. "I'm sorry," she said softly. "I can't do what you ask. You have to understand." "I don't." She sighed. "Please, don't . . . let's not end our friendship this way." He faced her then. Were those tears she saw glistening in his eyes, or was it just the way the outside lights shone on them that made it look that way? "Friendship?" he asked, as though she'd offered him a consolation prize. "I can't be your friend, Jade." The words crushed her. But deep down, she knew it was true. For her and Terrell, it was all or nothing. "We . . . we can try." Slowly, he shook his head. "No, Jade. I can't." "Then what are you saying? That this is it?" He didn't answer right away and Jade wondered if her legs would sustain her. "If you insist on marrying the wrong man, Jade," he finally said, "then I can't be part of your life. A part of me will never accept your marriage. A part of me will always want you. For your sake and mine, it'll be best that we stay away from each other from now on." "But-" Without notice he moved to her, sweeping her into his arms, and for a moment, Jade wished they could stay this way forever, that the rest of the world would simply disappear. "Don't let me go," he whispered into her hair. "If you tell me you'll leave Nelson, I won't go." She closed her eyes as the onset of tears threatened to choke her. "I . . . I have to marry him." He released her just as abruptly. The look of desolation on his face was one Jade knew she would remember forever. "I'm sorry," she said, knowing the apology was not enough. It would never be enough. With that, he turned. Jade merely stared at his back as he retreated, not knowing what to say, what to do. He unlocked the front door, pushed it open, then paused before stepping into the night air. He cast one last look at her over his shoulder and said, "I'm sorry, too." Then he disappeared into the night, and Jade knew she would never see him again.