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Sandra Brown - A Treasure Worth Seeking

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Erin had found her brothers San Francisco address and stood on the doorstep - not knowing she was about to walk into a heart-wrenching drama of shocking family ties and lies, and an intriguing, infuriating man whom she suddenly needed to love.

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A TREASURE

WORTH SEEKING

Sandra Brown


De dication

To Vivian Stephens

With gratitude


CHAPTER ONE

In spite of the calm assurance she projected, Erin O'Shea was quaking with nervousness as she pressed the doorbell.

She heard the chimes tolling within the interior of the house. It was an attractive house, situated in one of San Francisco's middle-class neighborhoods.

Glancing over her shoulder at the other houses lining the street, Erin reflected on the well-maintained neighborhood. The lawns were well kept; the houses, if not ostentatious, were immaculate and tasteful. The house she stood before was painted dove gray and accented with white trim. Like all the other houses on the street, it typified San Francisco's architecture, having the garage level with the street and the house elevated. Steep concrete steps led up to the front door, which boasted an old-fashioned etched glass window.

She tried to peer through the opaque glass and glimpse some sign of movement as she listened for approaching footsteps, but could see nothing and heard no sounds from within the house.

What if no one were at home? Erin hadn't thought of that possibility. Indeed, she had thought of nothing since she had deplaned from the flight from Houston except finding this house. Her th oughts while navigating the pic turesque streets of San Francisco had been single-minded and purposeful. Today was the culmination of a three-year search. She had prevailed over musty record books, endless long-distance telephone calls, slammed doors, and disappointing false leads to be standing here at this moment.

Today she would see her brother for the first time in her life. Today she would be face-to-face with her only blood relative.

Her heart lurched when she heard footsteps coming toward the door. His wife? A maid? Her brother? She swallowed hard.

The door was opened slowly. He stood in front of her.

"Mr. Kenneth Lyman?" she asked.

He didn't answer her. Instead his eyes raked her from the top of her head to her toes. His rapid inspection couldn't have taken more than a fraction of a second, but she felt that he had missed nothing.

"Mr. Kenneth Lyman?" she repeated.

He nodded curtly.

All her nervousness fled and was replaced by immeasur-able joy when the man confirmed that he was her brother.

He was so handsome! She was surprised to find nothing in his features that resembled her. He was as fair as she was dark. Whenever she had tried to visualize him, she had conjured up a face that was a masculine version of her own, but this man was nothing like she expected.

His hair was sandy brown, but when only a glimmer of the weak February sunlight struck it, it shone golden.

Perched atop the mussed strands was a pair of eyeglasses with narrow tortoiseshell frames. The eyebrows that bridged his wide forehead were thick and as golden as his hair. Blue eyes, which were scrutinizing her closely, were fringed by thick short lashes that were dark at the base and gilded at the ends.

His nose was straight and narrow. The mouth under-neath it was firm, wide, almost stern. There was a beguiling vertical cleft in his strong chin that suggested a stubbornness of will.

"Forgive me for staring," she apologized even as she continued to look at him intently. Would she ever tire of seeing this face she had searched for for so long?

He still didn't say anything. His eyes darted behind her as if he expected to see someone accompanying her. They took in the white Mercedes she had rented at the airport,, the house across the street, the entire surroundings in one sweeping glance before they came back to her. It was disconcerting that he hadn't said anything. But then, he didn't know who she was.

"I've come a long way to see you," she said for a start.

"May I come in and talk to you for a moment?"

"What do we have to talk about?"

Her heart was pierced by a sweet pain at the first sound of his deep, low-timbred voice. But the pleasure changed to shyness in deference to his harsh tone. He probably thought she was selling something. " I... well, it's rather personal." She didn't want to introduce herself to him while standing on the doorstep.

"Okay. You'd better come in." He moved aside and she took a tentative step through the front door. He glanced around the yard once more before closing the door and turning to face her.

Standing this close to him, she was made aware for the first time how tall he was. She was considered tall for a woman, and yet he seemed to tower over her. Or maybe it was his overbearing attitude. Her brother seemed to exude power and a commanding control. He wasn't muscle-bound, but radiated a strength that was intimidating.

Erin looked past the loosened knot of his necktie to the strong cords of his neck. The sleeves of his shirt had been rolled to his elbows to reveal tanned, sinewy forearms. The white cotton was stretched across a broad chest that tapered into a flat stomach, and his long legs were hard and lean beneath gray flannel slacks. Perhaps he played bas-ketball. Tennis? Surely he was athletically inclined to have maintained this wiry physique. She knew him to be thirty-three.

He perpetuated the unnerving silence and stared at her with as much temerity as she was looking at him. When she shifted her handbag from her shoulder to under her arm, every muscle in his body tensed though he hadn't actually moved. He was like a cat about to pounce.

He isn't making this easy for me, Erin thought. Maybe he didn't want to know what had happened to the younger sister from whom he had been separated thirty years ago.

Maybe he wasn't even aware he had a sister.

"My name is Erin O'Shea," she said by way of introduction.

"Miss O'Shea," he spoke her name in that same stirring voice. His blue eyes hadn't left her face. She moistened her drying lips with the tip of her tongue.

"May I sit down somewhere?" she asked.

With an outstretched hand he indicated a room to the left of the entrance hall and she walked toward it. She assessed the comfortable furnishings of the house. It was tastefully, though nor expensively, decorated. Somehow the interior of the house didn't coincide with her first impressions of her brother. She thought he would have leaned toward a more austere decor to match his taciturn personality.

What was she doing? She hadn't been with him for more than a few minutes, and she was already analyzing his psyche! Still, the house, this room where she was taking a seat on a splashy sofa, didn't seem to fit the man. Most likely his wife had decorated the house.

"Is Melanie at home?" she asked politely.

His answer was slow and careful. "No. She had to go out."

Erin smiled and relaxed somewhat. She was glad that they would have some time alone. Having an audience when she identified herself might make them both uncomfortable. "Now that I think about it, I'm surprised to find you at home in the middle of a weekday. I would have thought you'd be at the bank." She knew her brother was a banker.

The eyes he had narrowed on her now shifted to her brown suede purse, which she had placed beside her on the sofa. He had a way of making one feel that he hadn't missed a movement. "I came home early today," was his only reply.

"Kennethmay I call you Kenneth?" At his nod, she continued. The time had come. "Kenneth, what I'm going to tell you will surprise you." She laughed nervously.

"Maybe shock is a better word." She looked at her hands clasped tightly together in her lap, then lifted her head and met his eyes directly.

"You knew that you were adopted?"

Again the blue eyes narrowed as they studied her. There was an almost imperceptible lowering of-his clefted chin to indicate an affirmative answer.

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