9B: Julia Prentice-The society girl has married infamous Wall Street millionaire Max Rolland…and there’s a baby on the way.
12A: Vivian Vannick-Smythe-The building’s longest-standing resident, who has been on edge lately. Could it be planning the celebration of the building’s landmark status, or something else?
12B: Prince Sebastian of Caspia-The infamous royal has announced his upcoming nuptials to his longtime assistant, Tessa Banks!
12C: Trent Tanford-The building’s playboy will be taking the plunge with Carrie Gray any day now.
Penthouse A: Reed and Elizabeth Wellington- Will the secrets surrounding this supposedly happy union emerge?
Penthouse B: Gage Lattimer-It seems the shadowy billionaire has his eyes set on a very unsuspecting female.
One
Elizabeth Wellington flicked the liberty head, ten-dollar gold coin high into the air above her king-size bed.
“Heads,” she whispered to herself in the empty bedroom, her gaze following the coin’s twirling trajectory toward the pale, bamboo ceiling mural, “I do it.”
If it was tails, she’d wait until next week. At the proper time. When she was ovulating, and her chances of conceiving were at their best.
“Come on, heads,” she muttered, picturing her husband, Reed, next door in his home office, studying e-mails or reading a financial report, looking fit and sexy and aloof, his mind firmly locked on the business of the day.
The coin nicked the far edge of the down comforter before bouncing onto the tightly woven carpet.
“Damn.” She rounded the four-poster, blinking in vain at the dark burgundy pattern, trying to make out the shiny disk.
After a minute, she kicked off her shoes, dropped to her knees and hiked up her straight, charcoal skirt. Leaning on the heels of her hands, she peered under the bed. Was it heads or tails? And where the heck was the twenty-five thousand dollar collector coin?