This morning Franklin, concerned that Christine would not be able to rest in the hospital, took her for a medical check-up and then had Wilson handle the discharge.

They returned to the Frank's Villa at noon.

When Franklin laid Christine down on the soft mattress, her gown was off, the clothes inside were removed, and kisses came directly to her.

Christine collapsed into the soft arm, her fingers tugged in his palms, her hands unbuttoning her tie.

Christine's eyes closed as hot breath sprayed over her red lips.

Franklin saw her dark eyelashes quiver and took her fingertips, squeezing them.

He opened his throat, and a low, husky voice rolled out, "Mrs. Brook, it's time for you to open your eyes."

The buttons of her shirt had been unbuttoned to the last by the hand.

The metal buckle of the belt sounded 'click' in her ears with the compulsion of a silky buckle.

Christine shuddered, and her body softened.

Her hands were lifted to the man's broad shoulders.

Christine sheepishly said, "Can I just close my eyes?"

She finally knew what promises she had to keep.