A Prince for Jenny Read Online Free Page B
Author: Peggy Webb
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to each of her cats and dogs. "But I'm going to learn."
"Can I go too?" Megan piped up.
"You can go, but only if Daniel says yes."
"Can I, Daddy? Can I go with Jenny on her bus trip to see the world?"
"We'll see...."
Megan made a face. "That means no," she whispered to Jenny.
"Maybe it means maybe," Jenny whispered back.
Daniel smiled as the two of them pressed their heads together, whispering. He'd never been happier.
They ate the last of the cookies and drank the last of the tea, and there was no longer any reason to stay. The party was over. While the children scurried to restore the animals to their rightful places, he stood beside Jenny in the flower garden.
"Thank you for a beautiful afternoon, Jenny."
"You liked it?"
"Yes. Very much." Too much .
Her face radiant, Jenny wrapped her arms around him and laid her head on his shoulder.
And Daniel knew he was treading dangerous waters. Standing beside her with her soft hair brushing against his cheek, he wanted to be the one to bring those looks of rosy adoration to her sweet face. Always.
He wanted to be Jenny Love-Townsend's hero.
Somehow he was able to leave the flower garden, though he had no idea how he'd said good-bye. After he'd delivered the children safely to their nanny, he plunged into his work as if all the demons in hell were chasing him.
Long after everybody else had left the SullivanEnterpriseBuilding, Daniel sat in his office bent over his work, determined to forget an unexpected tea party with a woman who called him wonderful.
Chapter Three
Jenny washed all the teacups except Daniel's. Standing in the kitchen, she ran her finger around the rim. She couldn't bear to wash away the place where his lips had touched.
"Jenny?" Gwendolyn poked her head around the door. "Why don't you leave those dishes till we get back? We don't want to be late for dinner with your folks."
"I'll be ready in a minute."
"Okay, honey. I'll wait for you in the front hall."
Jenny hung the tea towel on the rack to dry, then set Daniel's teacup on a silver tray and carefully carried it upstairs. In her bedroom, she set the tray on a marble-topped table beside a photograph of Jake and Sarah. Then she tenderly lifted the cup and pressed her lips where Daniel's had been.
Closing her eyes, she saw a beautiful vision. She saw herself sitting beside Daniel and his children in a forest glade with all her animals gathered at their feet. The vision was as clear as a photograph pasted into an album, and the caption below it read, Mr. and Mrs. Sullivan, on their trip to see the world.
A family of her own. Wouldn't it be lovely?
"Jenny," Gwendolyn called, bringing her back to reality.
Cradling the cup with both hands, she set it on the silver tray, then she positioned the tray just right so that at night she could reach out anytime she wanted to and touch Daniel's cup.
In the doorway, she took one last look at the cup. She loved the way he'd looked drinking his tea, with his eyes all dark and sparkly. Jenny sighed. She'd have to be careful not to dream of too much.
o0o
That night Daniel dreamed of Jenny. They were waltzing together in a field of flowers. With her body close to his, she was as graceful as a ballerina. Music swirled round them, and the sun warmed their skin. His hands were hot... and his body ... The music played on and on, but they were no longer dancing. They were lying together on the flowers, mouths joined, legs and arms twined together. He could taste the heart shape of her mouth. She was sweet, sweet. He entered her slowly, and she was sweeter still, so sweet that he cried for her, cried for them both.
He jolted awake. Sweat poured off his face and his body. Swearing, he fought his way out of the tangled sheets and made his way to the bathroom. Leaning against the porcelain, he viewed himself in the mirror. With his wild black hair and eyes, he looked like somebody's worst nightmare come true.
Jenny's. If he didn't rein in his feelings, he
"Can I go too?" Megan piped up.
"You can go, but only if Daniel says yes."
"Can I, Daddy? Can I go with Jenny on her bus trip to see the world?"
"We'll see...."
Megan made a face. "That means no," she whispered to Jenny.
"Maybe it means maybe," Jenny whispered back.
Daniel smiled as the two of them pressed their heads together, whispering. He'd never been happier.
They ate the last of the cookies and drank the last of the tea, and there was no longer any reason to stay. The party was over. While the children scurried to restore the animals to their rightful places, he stood beside Jenny in the flower garden.
"Thank you for a beautiful afternoon, Jenny."
"You liked it?"
"Yes. Very much." Too much .
Her face radiant, Jenny wrapped her arms around him and laid her head on his shoulder.
And Daniel knew he was treading dangerous waters. Standing beside her with her soft hair brushing against his cheek, he wanted to be the one to bring those looks of rosy adoration to her sweet face. Always.
He wanted to be Jenny Love-Townsend's hero.
Somehow he was able to leave the flower garden, though he had no idea how he'd said good-bye. After he'd delivered the children safely to their nanny, he plunged into his work as if all the demons in hell were chasing him.
Long after everybody else had left the SullivanEnterpriseBuilding, Daniel sat in his office bent over his work, determined to forget an unexpected tea party with a woman who called him wonderful.
Chapter Three
Jenny washed all the teacups except Daniel's. Standing in the kitchen, she ran her finger around the rim. She couldn't bear to wash away the place where his lips had touched.
"Jenny?" Gwendolyn poked her head around the door. "Why don't you leave those dishes till we get back? We don't want to be late for dinner with your folks."
"I'll be ready in a minute."
"Okay, honey. I'll wait for you in the front hall."
Jenny hung the tea towel on the rack to dry, then set Daniel's teacup on a silver tray and carefully carried it upstairs. In her bedroom, she set the tray on a marble-topped table beside a photograph of Jake and Sarah. Then she tenderly lifted the cup and pressed her lips where Daniel's had been.
Closing her eyes, she saw a beautiful vision. She saw herself sitting beside Daniel and his children in a forest glade with all her animals gathered at their feet. The vision was as clear as a photograph pasted into an album, and the caption below it read, Mr. and Mrs. Sullivan, on their trip to see the world.
A family of her own. Wouldn't it be lovely?
"Jenny," Gwendolyn called, bringing her back to reality.
Cradling the cup with both hands, she set it on the silver tray, then she positioned the tray just right so that at night she could reach out anytime she wanted to and touch Daniel's cup.
In the doorway, she took one last look at the cup. She loved the way he'd looked drinking his tea, with his eyes all dark and sparkly. Jenny sighed. She'd have to be careful not to dream of too much.
o0o
That night Daniel dreamed of Jenny. They were waltzing together in a field of flowers. With her body close to his, she was as graceful as a ballerina. Music swirled round them, and the sun warmed their skin. His hands were hot... and his body ... The music played on and on, but they were no longer dancing. They were lying together on the flowers, mouths joined, legs and arms twined together. He could taste the heart shape of her mouth. She was sweet, sweet. He entered her slowly, and she was sweeter still, so sweet that he cried for her, cried for them both.
He jolted awake. Sweat poured off his face and his body. Swearing, he fought his way out of the tangled sheets and made his way to the bathroom. Leaning against the porcelain, he viewed himself in the mirror. With his wild black hair and eyes, he looked like somebody's worst nightmare come true.
Jenny's. If he didn't rein in his feelings, he