They had made love many times in the years they'd spent together in Chicago, and Frank was pleased that she was still comfortable being naked in his p...esence. She'd decided to bring him up here to her cabin to celebrate their reunion, so Frank had her all to himself for a whole week. He wasn't about to spend it arguing with her about her lifestyle or her normally predatory sexual behavior. After all, if she hadn't been stripping at a local men's club in Helena, he might not ever have found her. The Fourth of July barbecue had been a social disaster. The night before the big shindig was to be held, she had discovered that he hadn't ordered the tables from the rental place, purchased the food and drinks, or taken care of the lawn. A hundred guests were coming over and nothing had been done. She had spent the night calling people to let them know she had canceled the barbecue. She cited a family emergency as the reason for the last minute change in plans.After waiting a bit for him to. All he did was stare at my chest and point to the elevators. I was wearing a short-sleeved red t-shirt that said "dirty bitch" and it was slit from the throat all the way down to "bitch." I rode up with another woman in the elevator. I ached all over from the constant sex. My butt was especially sore. I still could not believe he had taken my ass like he did. And damn, I loved it, too. I looked over to find the woman staring at me. She blushed and left as soon as the doors opened to the floor I. ”“I know you weren’t getting fresh.” Ainsley sighed and pressed the button for the fourth floor. It’s just ... I want to be your lawyer, Nick - not one of your wounded doves.”Nick didn’t say anything and Ainsley thought she’d probably said too much again. But, with the possibility of sleep looming, her brain was shutting down. It wasn’t until they were in the residential wing that he spoke again. “I don’t think I like that characterization of my new friends, Ainsley.”She lowered her head. “I.