Prudently I carried Brown's gun in my hand as we opened the door, but there was no-one there and I leaned back in and tossed it onto the couch. I'd ne...er fired one in my life, and I sure wasn't getting into gunfights if they saw through our ruse and stopped us.We took the stairs down a floor, slipped out through the unlatched door onto the one below, and hurried over to ring for the elevator. One came promptly and we got in. Unlike the penthouse car, this one served the parking garage directly.. “I hope not. I guess I needed my fix. I was always able to see you every once in a while before you had the baby. How is he, by the way. Or she.”“Her name is Emma and she’s fine. She eats like a horse. So, why are you here?”“I can’t help it. You fascinate me.”“Okay. Why?”“Don’t have a clue,” he said, shrugging his shoulders. “There’s something about you ... maybe a level of confidence that’s unusual in a woman. And, of course, you’re a knockout.”“That’s a sexist thing to say,” she laughed.“Not. Eventually Mr. Kirby came looking for Tabitha, and she took him into the kitchen to give him the news, and he cried too.They blamed themselves for the injury, because I got it diving to save Kimberly, but they needed to understand that the bullet started that stone rolling, and hitting my head only speeded things up. When Tabitha and Carlisle came back in, I tried."You need to realize that my problem started when I got shot. Hitting my head yesterday couldn't have done more than speed it up.. .NOW he decided to come over!" I'm mortified; the bartender is making a B-line for us. I hear you chuckling behind me, your laugh making your hardness twitch and jerk inside of me. "Better order another drink luv," you say, punctuating your words with small thrusts and placing your wallet on the bar. "You pay him, I'm busy," pulling almost all the way out, your hands sliding to grab my hips. I manage to croak out an order and you push yourself back into me forcefully when he turns away to fill.