’ Juliana sighed deeply as her fingers tightened on her mother’s and choked back a soft sob as she rubbed her eyes on the tops of her knees. ‘D... ye wish to speak of it, lass? Sometimes it helps to get these things off your heart and into words.’ Juliana shook her head even as the tears rolled silently down her cheeks. What was there to say? She had no say in this world of hers. Her father’s will was law and she felt the burden heavily on her shoulders to do what she could to keep the name. Right now, he’s not able to give that permission. As for paying the bills, technically it’s your insurance company right now. I know you want what is best for your son; please let us give that to him.” I suppose I should have kept quiet, but good sense wasn’t always directly at hand. “Mr. Swarthmore, Drew is ill. Please let Dr. Chabot and the physicians give him the care he needs. “Oh, and as for paying the bills, Drew can do that. Drew and I did a project for an online business. Drew’s share. Amanda was hard to get a read on. Maybe it was because she was older than Renee. Maybe she was better at disguising her emotions, or maybe it was just that she was genuinely fascinated by what I was doing. “Do you think you ever will?” she asked.“I don’t know. Really it’s up to her I guess. She has a boyfriend, so I guess it all depends on what her moral compass will allow.”“Yeah, she has a boyfriend, but she makes out with you and gives you hand jobs? I don’t get her.” She sighed.“She. I covered around 200 miles of Welsh roads before I headed back. As a biker, I love living in Stoke because we are within forty minutes or so of some great roads.I was backing my bike into my garage when I heard a sweet voice say. 'Nice bike, I didn't know you rode.'I looked up and was more than a little surprised to see Petra.I smiled. The thought of my bike always made me smile and Petra's smile was contagious too. 'Afraid so, been riding virtually since my seventeenth birthday. What brings.