Again thunder rumbled over the sky. A storm was moving in over the mountains. Lacey stopped before the mirror over the large vanity table that sat in ...the bathroom, the moon’s light filtering in through the glass cubes over the large garden tub and just stared at herself for a long time. What had she been thinking? She shouldn’t have stuck around last night after dinner. She shouldn’t have come up to his bedroom. She shouldn’t have slept with him. Not on her first night back after almost three. Her eyelashes were unusually long, and her generously fun lips seemed always to be wet, to have a sheen to them. Her smoky, startlingly blue eyes had a hot provocative look to them. That look was always getting her in trouble because men misread her intentions.This attractive redhead, this girl who reminded men of Raquel Welch, was Kim Stewart! She sat staring at her husband, Hank Stewart, engineer, husband, a scion to a Pebble Beach fortune. He was cut off from that because he eloped with Kim.. A plastic surgeon to be exact. He had hes own private hospital and he had made a fortune on giving plastic surgery to some very powerful people that wanted to hide from the public. Amanda remembers seeing a lot of mysterious Saudi-looking men in their home while she was a kid.Her long blonde hair was also gorgeous to look at. With her high cheekbones, bright blue eyes and slim waste, she was a bombshell. And she knew it…. a little too well might have some one say. But she did not care about. “I have to apologize to you, for what I did to you.” Kimison held up his hand to quiet Tempro when he tried to speak. “I was feeling desperate, I couldn’t get around the problem. Hell, I am almost there now, I feel that I only got around it a small bit. I forgot that you are as alive as I am, I am truly sorry that I hurt you as I did.”Tempro appeared before Kimison his mouth hanging open. The colonel was apologizing to him? “Sir, there is no need to...”“Yes, there is, you are alive, you deserve.