She had hardly spoken to him after leaving the party at Uncle Gaston's, nor he to her, and the little conversation they had exchanged seemed desultory...and strained. He wondered if she had seen him going off with Ginny; he doubted it, but then, of course, he wasn't certain. He couldn't face her anymore this night... not with knowing what he intended to do tomorrow, so he'd suggested the nightcap, certain she would refuse, and now he wanted to be sure she was sleeping when he joined her in. "He glanced from side to side, as if he feared that the entire Kennedyclan might be about to descend on the house demanding he surrender thebedraggled fugitive forthwith or suffer the most calamitous ofconsequences."You'd better come in," he said. "I've got something to tell you."I was shown into a spacious, high-ceilinged but cosily furnished sittingroom warmed by a blazing coal fire. While I settled on the sofa Pansytook the chair nearest the hearth, crossing one chunky thigh over theother. “Yeah, I know. I brought you here the first time, kiddo,” Curtis reminded me, making me blush and laugh a little at my short-term memory lapse.“Touche,” I admitted while Curtis claimed the trio, “your butt really looks nice bare-naked with a red sledgehammer tattoo on it.”“What, this ol’ thing?” Rania snickered as she wiggled her swarthy bottom, “I look forward to having you hump both holes!”“That would be rather hot to watch. What about my friend Lina here?” Andre mentioned their newest. Then back here for about a week, leave the Monday after that. I check in on the first, and after that, I have no idea.”“Well, don’t forget you have to meet Keith and his family. How about this? Give him a call tonight, maybe you can do that this week. I have Saturday off, we can go up to Valencia. I want you to meet my grandparents. In fact, you being a rancher should really impress him.”I laughed. “Oh, I own a ranch, but am not really a rancher. Most I ever did was muck stalls, pitch hay, and.