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Message: <blockquote data-quote="KitanaVorr" data-source="post: 869832" data-attributes="member: 9167">Crown Plaza Hotel, Montague Family Suite – The StudyWednesday 11th December, 2002<a href="http://www.sonyclassical.com/videos/89916/089916_OneFineDayVidFull_300.asx" target="_blank">Caitlyn...</a>His voice danced over the air and touched upon her name, plucking it from obscurity to let it loose so indiscrimately upon her cloistered world.  A name that never sounded so sweet, so divinely perfect until his lips mouthed each letter for her eyes to devour.Whatever Carrick had meant with his insinuation, Cate would make an effort to find out later from the man when next they should parry words.  She was sure of it.  But now, her attention remained wholly focused on the striking man before her.Certainly, Carrick Ashton's incredible beauty and charisma brought him more than his share of attention no matter where he went, but his friend had something that Carrick did not.  And she wondered if anyone else had noticed it...was it her little secret?  The way his voice seemed like a rough caress, his eyes that danced in and out of vulnerability, the way he moved...she could watch him move for hours if she could...he was so unique.Her fingers slid into his hand, sensitive fingertips tracing the fortune groves of his palm as if they could tell his whole life just by touch alone.  Smile met smile with a slight inclination of her head, just enough for the highlights in her hair to shimmer in the light, a mixture of red and gold overlaying black.Just as her lips parted to utter an agreement to Nathaniel, the last part of Carrick's phrase caught her ear - the name freezing her voice momentarily - as she fought down the fear that had become so automatic within the last half hour or more.  Vychtorya  only a moment, just a moment for her mind to click the words into place and extrapolate the conclusion.  Cate, you blind idiot!Turning her head abruptly, raven hair spilling over one shoulder, she found herself too late ask for Carrick's clarification as Sabrina pulled him outside...but she didn't need to.  She already knew.  Pulling her hand from Nathan's, she spoke evenly with only a little hint of her panic.  "I can't come with you to..." Why couldn't she say the damn word?  The name was echoing in her mind, thundering with the woman's frightening face.  "...her club.  I just cannot.  You'll forgive me, Mr. Montague?"</blockquote>

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