“You’re not thinking about something, you’re thinking about someone. I can see your nipples through your shirt, dumbass.” I punched him. I did...that a lot. But he was right. I tried to find my cop in the crowd, but he had disappeared. It was halftime now and I was half paying attention to the band. I was busy. Then I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I needed it to be a little stronger vibration, but I yanked it out like it was on fire anyway. It was him. “Have my own deal with a friend, have. They were in it long enough that the Secret Service came out in force to see what was going on.“What is the meeting about that Ben called on such short notice? Some of the directors are fuming,” Troy asked.“Terror attack in the near future, we need to use more to data from certain agency files to gather information to find the terrorists. We are not making the progress we need to be able to stop the attack. I have to get more agencies involved and I suspect one of the agencies is going to. ”“My dear Kate, your words are always a little exaggerated but I’m definitely planning to have some fun. It’s been such a long time.”Kate chuckled and said with a more serious tone, “Well, I’m very happy seeing you around here again but Gregory is waiting for you in the first guest room. He would like a word with you both before the meeting.”Ellen raised her eyebrows as she responded, “Hmm, I wonder why he wants to talk to us before the meeting. It must be something that can’t wait.”Kate. ..!” Bleep, bleep. Bleep, bleep. “Oh fuck it!” Miss Stevens fell back onto her bottom and turned to crawl over to her bag where her mobile had rudely interrupted the climactic moment. The hapless stable lad was muttering into the ball gag and squeezing his legs together clearly trying finish and release his spunk. Miss Stevens scrabbled for her phone. She had to get it quickly; it might be him. Bleep, bleep. Bleep, bleep. And there on the screen as she shifted the phone in her hands was.