A Taste of Spring

Or at least that was what the assistant to Stanley Spencer told him. It had taken a week to convince Stanley Spencer's secretary to give him any information on the cover model featured on A Time for Us magazine. He was certain the model was her. The secretary didn't know Anna by that name but said it was common for models to use pseudonyms, like authors. She was forbidden to give out information but did mention that she was sending the model he was inquiring about tickets to the Wayland Event. All it took from there was to find his own tickets.

"Mmm hmm," Fallon mumbled. "Well, I have to make the rounds. Would you like to come with?"

Grimacing, Dez shook his head. He was here for one thing only. To find her. Surprisingly, that took no effort at all. He spied Anna a few feet in front of him, on the dance floor.

She was breathtaking.

Anna wore a black floor-length sleeveless halter ball gown. Diamond-like stones covered the top half and the strap traveled around the back of her neck. Her breasts weren't big, yet they were the perfect size and ideal for her model figure. When her partner spun her around, Dez saw that her smooth flawless back was bare. Her make-up was minimal, only highlighting her natural beauty. The box braids were gone. Anna's hair was up in some intricate twist, exposing her delicate neck.

Dez didn't realize he'd moved until he was almost beside her. Good thing too because Stanley Spencer was moving in on his woman.

"Stanley." Dez smiled until he noticed that Anna jumped with a start. Why was she so nervous?

irritation as he met Dezmond's cool gaze.

as he let out an internal giggle. "Priscilla just asked me if I'd run into you." He looked around, scanning for the bull dog in heels. "I saw her by the terrace there," he said, grinning as he

backed away from Anna but made sure his

his tone the only indication that he was rattled. He looked to Anna. "If

(Spring?)

in and gave Anna a longer than necessary kiss on the cheek. Plus, he wasn't asking, he basically told her that he was going to

in a James Bond-ish kind of way, the cool as ice way, Dez slid his hand down the back of Anna's bare arm,

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SPRING

her in the center of the ballroom, alone. All because some woman named Priscilla was looking for him. Was that

took a step in the direction Stanley went but a feather-light touch not only caused her to stop in her tracks, but it sent a shiver through her entire body. Then a warm body pressed against hers and a hand encircled her waist, pulling her