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been flying for most of the night.”
                  Her grandmother dismissed her concern with a wave of her hand and told the waiter, “Add some glasses of orange juice for the young people please.”
                  The waiter nodded and performed a move that was close to a bow before walking off, and Lucy smiled at the realization that her grandmother still had the ability to make men do her biding with a single flick of the wrist.
    Isabella grabbed Rodrigo’s hand and brought it to her mouth to kiss the back of it before reaching out to squeeze the top of his thigh. Her hand was so close to his groin that as she pulled it away it brushed against him and Lucy watched as Rodrigo smiled devilishly at her grandmother.
                  She felt Sam jerk in surprise. Obviously he had seen it too, and she squeezed his hand again to try and calm him as she asked, “So how long have the two of you been married?”
                  Sam’s head jerked towards her at that and she felt the tension build in his body. Her grandmother must have seen it as well because she reached out to pat Sam on the shoulder before answering. “Two years now. We met through a mutual friend and it was love at first sight. When he told me his name the next morning I knew it was fate.”
                  Lucy turned to look at Sam and saw the look of shock on his face but before she could say anything the waiter was back again with the champagne and orange juice as another waiter piled the table high with sandwiches and pastries.
    Her grandmother reached out, took a mini éclair, and bit into it. There was no such word as diet in Isabella Lennox’s life. In her book life wasn’t about taking things away, it was about adding them. Isabella believed that life was to be lived to the fullest, and she did everything in her power to do just that.
    When the cream from her éclair exploded she licked some of it away and then caught the rest with her black-gloved finger and reached out to feed it to Rodrigo. Lucy watched in fascination as Rodrigo took her Grandmother’s gloved-finger and sucked it into his mouth.
    She turned to see Sam’s reaction but he was looking at his lap and not at the scene in front of them. Poor Sam.
                  Her grandmother finished the éclair and wiped her mouth, careful not to smear her scarlet lipstick. She took a long swallow of champagne and sighed contently. Her words, when they came, were a repeat of Lucy’s thoughts. “Poor Sam I can see that I’ve shocked you. I’m sorry about that. But we Lennox women are known for our passions. As far back in recorded time as you can go, the Lennox women have been known for living large and satisfying all their desires.”
                  To punctuate her sentence she reached out and squeezed Rodrigo’s thigh again before turning back to look at Lucy and Sam. “Though I shouldn’t say all Lennox women. My daughter Rosaline has chosen a different path and married a stick in the mud. George doesn’t approve of my lifestyle or me, and when Lucy was seven he kicked me out of their home. I didn’t expect to see my girls again in this lifetime, so when Lucy called and said that the two of you were moving to London, I was thrilled. I’m looking forward to spending time with my granddaughter and also getting to know you Sam.”
                  Lucy saw the tension leave Sam’s body and she smiled to herself. She never had understood how it was possible for her father to withstand the powerful Lennox charm, but it looked as if Sam wasn’t able to.
                  She watched as Sam took a drink of his orange juice before he said, “Ma’am…I mean Isabella…you said you had a story about Lucy’s name?”
                  Her grandmother smiled and took another gulp of champagne before saying, “Oh my dear Sam, yes. We have a lot of very wild stories in