tate on Long Island. Keenan got out first, then held the door for Cheyenne, a per

the car, the sight of them

indow, she could hear h

hild, faking an illness and running off! She's

ly's consciousness. Not a shred of concer

shed the

es rearranging into a mask of fawning sympathy. "Keena

"She's in the past." He squeezed Cheyen

r joined hands, and a greedy, cal

nan announced, his voice echoing in t

by unadulterated joy. The Ross fortune, the Ross na

ing forward to hug Cheyenne, w

the woman who had given her life. Your other

ice was on

continued, taking a seat on the sofa as if he owned the

you want!" Brenda chirped, pract

ss the coffee table. A pren

ched a pen and signed her name with a flourish,