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212 Irresistible Forces “Mr. Saxon?” she asked, making sure she’d heard her secretary correctly. “Yes. Mr. Franco Saxon.” Franco Saxon? Taylor pondered the name around in her mind. The only Franco Saxon she knew—or rather had heard of—was the wealthy Frenchman who’d made his millions through his shipping company. Could he be one and the same and why was he coming to see her? “Ms. Steele?” “Oh, yes. Please send him in.” Never in a thousand years would Taylor be prepared for the sharply dressed, gray-haired older man who walked into her office. He had such charisma and style that she immediately recognized him as someone who had to be related to Dominic. But then there were the features, so like Dominic’s it was amazing. It was as if she was staring into the face of a much older Dominic. The man was tall and very handsome. It was evident the man was related to Dominic but in what capacity? Although she had yet to meet Dominic’s father, she had seen pictures of him in magazines and he wasn’t as old as this guy. Was this an uncle perhaps? “Madam Steele, thank you for seeing me,” he said with a deep French accent as he crossed the room to her. He leaned over and placed a kiss on the back of her hand.

Brenda Jackson 213 “You’re welcome,” she said, thinking whoever he was, he was a true Frenchman. When he straightened, a smile touched the corners of his lips. “You seem in a quandary as to who I am.” “Yes,” Taylor said, studying the man’s features. She would put his age in his early seventies. “It’s obvious you’re related to Dominic.” She saw a sudden shadow that crossed the man’s green eyes, eyes that were so much like Dominic’s it was uncanny. “Yes, I am related to Dominic,” he said in a somewhat soft voice that dampened the smile he wore. “I am Franco Marcello Saxon, the grandfather Dominic refuses to acknowledge that he has.”

Brenda Jackson 213<br />

“You’re wel<strong>com</strong>e,” she said, thinking whoever he<br />

was, he was a true Frenchman.<br />

When he straightened, a smile touched the corners<br />

of his lips. “You seem in a quandary as to who I am.”<br />

“Yes,” Taylor said, studying the man’s features.<br />

She would put his age in his early seventies. “It’s<br />

obvious you’re related to Dominic.”<br />

She saw a sudden shadow that crossed the man’s<br />

green eyes, eyes that were so much like Dominic’s it<br />

was uncanny. “Yes, I am related to Dominic,” he said<br />

in a somewhat soft voice that dampened the smile he<br />

wore. “I am Franco Marcello Saxon, the grandfather<br />

Dominic refuses to acknowledge that he has.”

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