Besides, he's been denying it too, so maybe he's been masking it."Allison had been nodding along as Bob spoke, by the time he was finished she had one...of 'those' smiles. You know the one I mean, the one that said she was holding something back. Apparently Bob caught it too."That grin worries me, young lady, I've seen its like before. What are you thinking?" Just that you're probably right, but that I think you may be overlooking something." And what might that be?" Bob asked.Allison just shook. “Just you to feel.” Roman dips his finger into the whisky in his hand and he closes the distance between them. Kneeling between her legs, in his expensive grey silk shirt and matching tie, Roman looks like an exotic demi-god. Rose isn't sure what to think. Her inherent cynicism stirs, doubt threatens to override the clamour of her body and might have won, if not for the flint in his blue eyes. Roman stares as though transfixed. Does he do it to play on her weakness? She touches his broad. Tape covered her mouth, wrapped around her aching head."Welcome back," a voice said from behind her. She looked up as best she could. He was sitting near but behind her head, a magazine in his lap, still wearing the ski mask. "Ready for some fun, babe?"Amy tried to talk, to plead with him, but the gag made it impossible to do more than make meaningless sounds. She quit after a few attempts, watching as the man stood and walked toward the end of the sofa where she could see him better. He knelt. I really don't know much about the official laws of NMT and Chaves county." As far as I know, there ain't many laws ya'll have ta worry about, it's jus' mostly common sense and custom. Ya do have to carry out court orders, but most judges are pretty straight forward with their decrees, so ya don't have nothin' ta worry 'bout there." I don't have ta move ta Roswell, or nothin' foolish like that, do I?" Nah, ya kin have yer office at yer ranch ifen ya want. I would recommend that ya maintain some.