Taggert strode quickly through the hallways of Wyndemere, the Cassadine
family home. He looked
every bit the picture of what he was – a man upon a mission.
Clad in a simple black linen suit, the detective managed to give
the clothing the air of an expensive designer label.
The unbuttoned jacket hugged his broad shoulders; the sharply
creased trousers drew attention to his long, muscled legs.
any other circumstances Marcus would have anticipated his time among the
Cassadine family. Well, he admitted to himself, he would have anticipated his
time with one Cassadine in particular.
At that moment, however, Alexis Davis was not on his mind.
turned the corner and virtually collided with the object of his
thoughts. Alexis pressed a
hand against his hard chest to halt the detective’s progress.
launch captain called me. He
told me that you were on your way up.”
Alexis could feel the heat of Marcus’ mocha-hued skin burn her
fingertips through the pressed white shirt he wore. “Let’s talk for
front page picture of your nephew told me everything I need to know,”
Marcus replied tersely.
reluctantly removed her hand. “We
both know that picture isn’t what it seems.”
seems,” Marcus tilted his cleanly shaven head to one side, “to be
the picture of a guy who left his wife at home to run off to the side of
some other woman he used to know. Is that about right?”
took Alexis’ silence as an admission that his words were true.
“Yeah. I thought
so.” He tried to sidestep Alexis and continue on to his
destination but she merely moved with him and blocked his path once
Cassadines must have a very different definition for the word
‘love’.” Marcus drew
closer to Alexis. His gaze
was intense and Alexis instinctively attempted to escape the pull of it.
“You see, there isn’t a woman on this earth – except my
mother or Gia,” he clarified, “that could pull me away from your
side.” Marcus backed
Alexis up until she felt the cool unyielding stone of Wyndemere’s
walls at her back. “Much
less your bed.” The
handsome detective took note of Alexis’ open-mouthed astonishment at
what was essentially a declaration of his feelings for her.
He had no time to enjoy or explore the situation, however.
abruptly turned away. “My
baby sister needs me.” He
paused in the doorway. “You
wanna know,” he looked back over his shoulder, “what love is?
Ask Gia. Her love
for your nephew is the only thing keeping me from finding him and
beating him to a bloody pulp.”
Over in Llanview, that same night ~