She was mystified when he downloaded the files and he explained that he had a wireless connection.Mandy had joined them, in a pair of lose jeans, and ...bjected to the statement. "We don't have a wireless internet connection." Well, I do at my place," Bill asserted."Fine, but that's not here," Mandy retorted.Bill looked at Susan and smiled. "I see what you mean about challenging," he said.It earned him a genuine smile back and Susan gave one of those 'I told you so' shrugs.Mandy looked between. Once coffee had been boiled, using firewood that Sue had hidden under the shelter with them, and drunk, it was time to get off again. The slickers were taken off the packhorses and tied behind Jake and Sue's saddles - if the rain came back they would be needed.Winter was definitely on its way. The damp wind was cold as they set off. It wasn't long before they stopped again. Sue took her new buckskin shirt off her packhorse and put it on over her western one. Jake also added a second shirt. If. The far off noise of the traffic lulls me into a comfortable state of mind. I hear a soft sound. And then the click of the door. Locked. My heartbeat accelerates. Steadily. I can smell him. My favorite cologne. I feel him approach me from behind. I smile to myself. His arms go around me. Gently. At the waist. Hands sliding down to lift my skirt. Something clever about crepe skirts, so approachable. I was wearing one on purpose. I hear a sudden intake of breath. It must be because I am not. She stops mid-stomach and pulls his grey t-shirt over his head. She softly traces her pointer finger over his washboard abs and places a trails of kisses down to the waistband of his dark wash jeans. Liam looks down at her with a look she cant describe. Lips slightly parted, brows creased. She smirks and unzips the zipper to his jeans. She starts to slip her fingers under his grey Calvins but, yet again, he pulls her up so shes straddling his stomach. She frowns at him, eyebrow raised and he.