Chapter 11

For that reason alone, she decided she liked this Storm person.

And now he had written her again, but not with a proposal of marriage. She kept reading, and when he mentioned some kind of business deal he wanted to discuss with her, her interest deepened.

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“…be happy to accept your offer…”

Storm sat at a back table in the White Stallion Saloon reading the same words that had scared him off before, but now excited him—until he came to her signature.

Sable Denis.

Suddenly his smile faded.

Denis.

Where had he heard that name before? He looked up from the letter thoughtfully, trying to remember. And then it came to him. In his mind’s eye he saw a blond, good-looking man step carefully off the stage. Dressed in the traditional eastern costume, he remembered a hand being extended to him.

I’m Saul Denis.

Denis!