In a Class by Itself

By: Sandra Brown


DaniQuinn walked into her high school reunion   with dread and anticipation. She knew Logan Webster would be there, and she had no idea how she would react the first time she saw him. She had left both Logan and the small Texas town years before. Her departure had been abrupt, painful, and not of her choosing. She'd never had the chance to tell Logan the truth. After all these years, she wasn't even sure he was interested in hearing her side of the story. She had come to the reunion   to prove to herself that she wasn't afraid to see him again. And to ask him for a favor.

Handsome, charming, and dangerously charismatic, Logan has grown into a man who exudes all the power and confidence of a self-made success. He listens as Dam describes her work for Friends in Need, a charitable organization that raises funds for mentally and physically challenged children. He is attentive as she explains the foundation's hope that he will donate one of his properties for a much-necded summer camp. Then he suggests a shocking proposal of his own. A coldhearted "business" deal that conceals a hurt Logan has never gotten over.

Frightened by her own feelings for Logan, hoping to heal the pain she has caused him, Dam agrees to his unconventional terms. What she never expects is the chance that their love will be rekindled. But it is not that simple. Once again Dam is forced to leave Logan without so much as an explanation. For unbeknownst to Logan, Dam has passed through a hcartwrenching tragedy that has changed her life forever, and where she must go not even he can follow. SANDRA BROWN began her writing career in 1980. After selling her first book, she wrote a succession of romance novels under several pseudonyms, most of which remain in print. She has become one of the country's most popular novelists, earning the notice of Hollywood and of critics. More than thirty of her books have appeared on the New York Times bestseller list. There are fifty million copies of her books in print, and her work has been translated into t,A,cnty-ninc languages.





CHAPTER ONE



She was nervous.

"You're being ridiculous," she muttered to herself. "Stop it." Unfortunately, knowing such nervousness was ridiculous didn't make it miraculously disappear. And when one began talking to one's self, things had come to a sad pass.

Her clammy hands shook as she locked the car door behind her and tucked the eelskin purse under her arm. She ran one of those damp, trembling hands over her golden hair. It had been wound into a chick, tight chignon at the nape of her neck. If only her anxiety could be as easily controlled as her hair.

Taking one last deep breath, she followed the sidewalk to the Elks Lodge. Music popular a decade ago

was blaring from the building. She went through the door which had been propped open to prevent a bottleneck. The bass percussion of the music hit her like a soft blow to the chest. Brilliant beams of light struck her eyes as the spotlighted mirrored ball rotated overhead. Laughter and noisy conversation rippled over her in palpable waves. Her senses were stimulated by the very vibrancy of the party, yet she stood uncertainly just inside the door.

"Dani! Oh, my heavens, it's Dani! Dani Quinn!" The woman sitting behind the table that served as a registration desk jumped from her post and rounded the table with her arms spread wide. Dani was enclosed in a vigorous hug against breasts that were even more pillowy than they had been ten years ago. At that time those breasts had been the envy of every girl in the class; indeed, in the school.

The bearer of the enviable bosom pushed Dani back and gave her a long, thorough once-over. Disgust registered on her animated face. "I swear to God, I hate you. You haven't gained one damn pound in ten years! You're gorgeous. Gorgeous!"

Dani laughed. "Hello, Spud ... I mean Rebecca." "Hell, it's still Spud!" the woman shouted on a raucouslaugh.

"You mean you still like french fries?"

Spud patted hips that had finally caught up to the

proportions of her chest, possibly even exceeded them. "Can't you tell?"

The women laughed and hugged each other again. "You'll never change, Spud. It's so good to see you." "And you, though we see you in the Dallas papers

all the time. I was hoping that up close I would be able to see signs of age or at least detect telltale scars." She inspected Dani's hairline closely. "No face-lift. Just naturally beautiful and ageless, dammit. Stay away from Jerry," she growled.