She knew that Max had been badly injured; she knew he was close to death
But somehow, Maddy simply could not make her brain accept the fact that she might never see him again, that he might never walk arrogantly and irritably through the front door of Queensmead, bringing with him that highly charged atmosphere that always seemed to be so much a part of him.
She closed her eyes. Max was far too alive to be dying. Her throat suddenly closed and her body started to tremble.
“Oh, God, please let him live,” Maddy prayed. Max wouldn’t want to die. She tried to picture him, her husband, lying white and still in his hospital bed, but she couldn’t. All she could visualize was the way he had looked the first time they had gone to bed together, when she had woken up to watch him with the eyes and the emotions of a woman deeply and bemusedly in love.
The smell of him on her skin, the taste of him on her mouth—these were sensations she would remember forever.
As she raised her cup to her lips, Maddy suddenly realized that her face was wet with tears.
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Although Penny was born in Preston, Lancashire, and spent her childhood there, she moved to Cheshire as a teenager and continued to live there for the rest of her life. Following the death of her husband she moved to the small traditional Cheshire market town on which she based her much-loved Crighton books.
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The Crightons
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Max Crighton, thirty years old, married, successful, sexy and the father of two healthy, energetic play school age children, and right now thoroughly disenchanted and bored with his lot, surveyed the other occupants of the ballroom of Chester’s Grosvenor Hotel—presently the scene of his sister’s wedding reception—with cynical contempt.
Louise, the bride and the most dominant of his two younger twin sisters, was laughing up into the handsome face of her new husband, Gareth Simmonds, while various members of the collective Crighton and Simmonds clans looked on in what to Max was grotesquely irritating sentimentality. Louise’s twin sister Katie stood to one side of the bride, and slightly in her shadow.
Twins!
Twins ran through the genealogical history of the Crighton family. His own father was the younger one of one pair and his grandfather, Ben Crighton, the lone survivor of another.
Twins!
Max was eternally grateful to his parents for the fact that his life had not been overshadowed; that he had not been overshadowed by another half, another self, threatening his position of sole supremacy, and it was about the only thing he was grateful to them for.
As he glanced around the large room, Max was coolly amused to observe the way so many of his relatives failed to meet his gaze. They didn’t like him very much, but he didn’t care. Why should he? Having people like him had never been one of Max’s ambitions.
The brand new Bentley Turbo convertible car he was currently driving, his position as a partner in one of London’s most prestigious sets of legal chambers;