”“Yes. The vacation to Saint Martin.”“So it was a business trip, then?”“No, it was a vacation. A week in her family home on the French sid... of Saint Martin.”“Who else was there?”“Objection!” Deborah said. “Asked and objected to.”“He flew down on her jet, Ms. Rice. That’s enough to allow me to ask the question.”Deborah frowned, but nodded to me.“Six of Ms. Spurgeon’s friends. None of them have any business dealings with either of us.”“You were in Saint Martin with seven eighteen-year-old. .I got the shock of my life when I opened my eyes again and saw Petetalking to my twin. I thought that I was hallucinating until I lookeddown and saw the red hair spilling down over my shoulders, then fartherdown to see a pair of huge mounds on my chest. I lifted my hand and sawone that definitely wasn't mine. The hand was small and feminine withpainted nails. The sound of my voice talking to me broke me out of mytrance."Good, you're awake. I'm sure that you're a bit confused and would. “Make yourself look like this isn’t happening, 'cos it is and you won’t be looking like that for a long time after we’re done.” He opens the door quickly and throws his keys inside without a glance at where they may have landed. I haven’t even taken a breath when his lips seize mine once more and I’m being pulled into his apartment, hearing the bang of the apartment door as its kicked closed behind me.“Do you have any idea how many dreams I’ve had of you being in this apartment, wearing. Last week the opportunity finally presented itself, meaning, I was able to get a load close by to the office, she was off and was available to go. We agreed to meet at the office, she would leave her car there and jump in the truck with me.She arrived at the office before me, and she was able to get a hard hat, safety glasses, but we could not find any fire resistant (known as FR's) clothes for her. I told her I had an extra shirt in my truck, and she could just wear her jeans and boots, no.