Danielle set down her reading and got up to answer the front door. When she
opened it, there was a special delivery courier with a small package in one hand and a
clip board in the other. "Special delivery for a Miss D. Steele," he intoned boredly. "I'm
Danielle Steele, but I didn't order anything," she replied quizzically. "Well, it's addressed
to you, if you don't want it I'll just return it as undeliverable, it's your choice," he
answered quickly. "Uh, no, that's all right, I'll take it," she rejoined, "where do I sign?"
After scribbling her initials in a box next to her name, the young courier handed her the
package and was off her porch and making tracks to his delivery van. Dani closed the
door and returned to he den, where upon she sat down and inspected the package. It was
cube shaped, about five or six inches square she figured, and there was no return address
of any kind on the outside wrapper. She tore off the brown paper and op... MORE
