Captured in Croatia (19 page)

I’
m so excited that I’m nearly bouncing in the driver’s seat of the giant Hummer when I see them. Zoran is standing behind my little love, who is trying hard to kick a soccer ball across the wide, green lawn of Villa Vranic, but he keeps tripping over it on his chubby little toddler legs. Zoran is ever so patient, bending low over and over again to stand him up, hoping that he will eventually get it.

Georgina and
B will be over for dinner soon, and the surprise that I have with me should keep all of us quite entertained this summer evening.

For the past eight months
I’ve taught Aikido at a nearby martial arts dojo. It’s a nice balance with my full-time job of taking care of our darling baby Balthazar. We couldn’t resist naming him after his one of a kind uncle.

I o
ccasionally make use of my cryptography skills and assist Zoran with his thriving security business. In time I plan to make it a more permanent position, but right now my schedule is full. Luckily, the night everything went down, he found out that his two missing men were tied up in Juric’s mansion, most likely awaiting interrogation and additional torture at the hands of the brutal mercenaries Juric hired once he found out I was alive. Zoran cut them free and they got him to a hospital, where it was discovered he’d sustained multiple lacerations and three fractured ribs.

Zoran threatened Kreshmir within an inch of his life for turning us in
. It’s safe to say we won’t be seeing him anytime soon. The last we heard, he was starting a business in Macedonia.

Croatia
, as I’ve come to learn, is a beautiful country full of beautiful people. I’ve embraced the culture and couldn’t imagine calling any other place on the planet ‘home.’ We discussed making our permanent residence in Atlanta, but in the end decided that Croatia is the best choice for us.

B and Georgina have been fabulous in assisting with baby
Balthazar. We wouldn’t ask for a more loving, supportive family. Zoran has three days off from his security business and we are all looking forward to spending time together during this long weekend.

I pull
the vehicle closer and Balthazar sees me, pointing and shouting out, “Mama, mama!”

The windows are down and I hea
r Tigar reply, “
Da, tu je Mama
.”
Yes, there is Mama.

I put the
truck into park and peek over into the crate placed securely beside me. Two fat, wiggly Doberman puppies are rolling around in a playful manner on a soft blue blanket. I whisper, “I have some very special people to introduce you to, puppies.”

I open
my driver side door and call out, “Balthazar, Mama has a surprise for you and Papa!”

They both smile and
rush toward me with curious looks on their faces. My heart fills with so much love that I wonder how one human being could possibly be so lucky in life.

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Erotic Romance Author
Christine Edwards
grew up in the Deep South on Hilton Head Island, SC. At an early age she developed a passion for the arts that led her to earn a bachelor’s degree in Art History from the College of Charleston in South Carolina. Christine has a special place in her heart for reading and writing erotic tales. She continues to publish stories that immerse readers in exotic and realistic geographic settings amid interesting subcultures of adult life.

Within the vein of BDSM romance, her main focus is on loving, multi-faceted relationships involving intense alpha males and feisty heroines. She adores snow skiing, traveling the world, and spending time with her amazing family. Christine currently resides in the sleepy coastal town of Beaufort, SC.
 

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