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Season of Passionby Danielle Steel
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The alarm went off just after six. She stirred, reached an arm out from under the covers, and turned it off. She could still pretend that she hadn't heard it. She could go back to sleep. She didn't gave to go... it wasn't as if... and the phone rang.
Damn. Kaitlin Harper sat up in bed. Her long brown hair hung over her shoulders in the braids she had worn the day before, and her face was brown from the sun. The phone rang again, and with a sigh she answered it, crushing a yawn between her teeth. She had a delicate mouth, which smiled abundantly when she was happy, but today her green eyes already looked too serious. She was awake now. It was so much easier to sleep and forget.
Hi, Kate. She smiled at the familiar voice. She had know it would be Felicia. Nobody else knew where she was.
What are you doing up at this hour?
Oh, the usual.
Kate broke into a broad grin. At six o'clock? Some usual. She knew Licia better than that. Felicia Norman could barely make it out of bed by eight, and at her office her secretary was carefully instructed to shield her from any undue shocks until at least ten. Six o'clock in the morning was hardly her hour. Except for Kate. For Kate, she would even get herself up at that ungodly hour. Don't you have anything better to do than check on me, Licia?
Apparently not. So what's new? You could almost hear Felicia trying to force herself awake. The well-cut blond hair, which hung straight to her shoulders, now lay flat on her pillow as a carefully manicured hand covered the ice-blue eyes in her chiseled face. Like Kate, she had the face of a model, but she was older than Kate by twelve years.
Nothing's new, silly. And I love you. But I'm fine. I promise.
Good. I just thought maybe you'd like me to meet you there today. There. An anonymous word for an anonymous place. And Felicia was willing to drive for two hours just to meet her friend there. And for what? Kate had to do it alone now. She knew that. You couldn't go on leaning on people forever. She'd done that long enough.
No, Licia, I'm okay. Besides, the store will end up divorcing you if you keep running off in the middle of the day to baby-sit for me. Felicia Norman was the fashion director of one of San Francisco's most elegant stores, and Kate had met her when she was modeling.
Don't be silly. They don't even miss me. But they both knew that was a lie. And what Kate didn't know was that Felicia had the Norell show to oversee that afternoon. The whole winter line. And Halston in three days. Blass next week. It defied the imagination. Even Felicia's. But Kate was removed from all that now. She wasn't thinking of seasons and lines. She hadn't for months.
How's my little friend? Felicia's voice
Kate is only eighteen when she meets Tom Harper, one of America's biggest pro-football stars.They share an idyllic and glamorous first love.But the bullet that suddenly ends Tom's career also ends their life together.A failed suicide attempt will leave him mentally and physically disabled forever.Kate will be left alone, heartbroken, and pregnant with their son.Soon she will have another chance at love, but it will mean learning to let go of the past and learning to trust again.
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